Maeve

As she relaxed a little, I ventured to ask about Maeve.

当她有点放松下来的时候，我小心翼翼地问起了玛弗的事。

Her face softened, as it always did at mention of Maeve.

她的脸色柔和下来，每当提到玛弗的时候她都是这样。

She watched me examining it, while Maeve stood by, gazing at her own toe circling the carpet.

她看着我翻阅新书，而玛弗在边上，低头看着自己在地毯上打转的脚趾。

No one seemed to be aware that Maeve had got up from the group and was circling it, the way a wasp would.

没人注意到玛弗从人群中走出来，绕着围坐的人们打圈子，有点像一头黄蜂。

But, wedged between people on the floor, Betty couldn´t reach her, and Maeve spun further out of control, Shouting, "ask him! Why doesn´t anyone ask him!"

但是玛弗被挤在地板上的人们中间，蓓蒂一时近不得身，而玛弗则更加失控了，高喊“你们问他，为什么没人问他呢？”