【英文原文3】

The next day Peter was back at his desk, but his mind was not on his work. He kept thinking of the blue eyed girl. He had her telephone number in his notebook. The day in the park need not remain just a memory. It could be made really alive again. It was just a matter of phone call and there would be other days even more interesting, more exciting, fuller in meaning. However, he was after all a married man. He did love his wife dearly. If anything happened that hurt his marriage he knew he would never get over it. That was one thing that really meant every thing to him. He rose from his chair, walked to the open window and looked out upon the April world.
He got a sudden strange feeling at this moment. He could hear the sweet voice of Louise with the spring breeze, he could see the lovely smile of Louise among the flowers. He got a kind of strange sickness inside. She would be waiting, expecting his phone call. He could even picture her impatience. She had told him so clearly that they must see each other again, because they were meant for each other. He returned to the desk without knowing what to do.
He slowly took out the little notebook, and laid on the desk. He picked up the phone. He started to get his number, stopped for a moment, then went a head and completed the call. A voice answered. He recognized it at once. It was Louise of course. He listened quietly and it was painful, terribly painful. He almost broke down. But he put the phone back. He took a deep breath, picked up the phone again. This time he spoke, “Is that you Billy？Home from school already？Tell mother I’ll be home earlier for supper. We are going to plant those new roses you and your mother love, OK？”