It was like the bride of the house, in the seclusion of her midday siesta, resting on a many-coloured quilt of her own embroidering, murmuring low the secrets of her heart.

它就像屋子里的新娘，在她午睡的幽闭当中，躺卧在她自己绣成的花褥之上，喃喃地诉说她心中的秘密。