他不耐烦再静静地坐在马车里了,就从马车上走下来,踱来踱去。天色已经昏暗,静谧的大街上燃起了稀稀落落的几盏路灯,迎风摇曳。雨息了,人行道差不多已晾干,只是没有铺石的车道仍旧泥泞,有的地方还积着水。 弗兰兹感到诧异,去普拉特大街只有百步之遥,怎么竞走进了一座匈牙利人的小镇呢?不管怎样,在这个地方至少要稳妥一些,不能让她遇着她怕见到的熟人。 He was impatiently sitting in the carriage again, walking down the carriage and walking up and down. The sky has been dim, quiet street lit a few sparse street lights, swaying. Rain, the sidewalk almost dry, but no paved driveway is still muddy, and some places also accumulate water. Franz surprised, walked only a hundred paces to Pratt, how did he walk into a Hungarian town? In any case, at least secure in this place, should not let her encounter she was afraid to see acquaintance.