he remembered the names and his mental image of the characters; the novel was glamorous and exciting . He felt such pleasure disengaging himself from the things around him as he read the book; he forgot his room and his house as he continued the story of the two lovers.้ His head rested on the green velvet of the chair with its high back, and he picked up one of the cigarettes near his hand. Beyond the great windows in the late afternoon the wind came through the oak trees in the park .