Vladimir Nabokov. Batir de alas
The waiter noiselessly set a tray with a cup of tea on the table and exited with a bow.
Laughing to himself, Kern thought, "And here I am in a rumpled dinner jacket."
Then, instantly, he remembered what had happened during the night. He shuddered and glanced at the bed. Isabel was gone. Must have returned to her room with the approach of morning. And by now she has undoubtedly left.... He had a momentary vision of brown, crumbly wings. Getting up quickly, he opened the door to the corridor.
"Listen," he called to the waiter's departing back. "Take a letter with you."
He went to the desk and rummaged about. Th