Vladimir Nabokov. Una cuestión de honor
"It's shameful," the maid said with great emphasis. "This is a madhouse. Lug trunks in the middle of the night, turn everything upside down...."
"I asked if my wife was gone," Anton Petrovich shouted in a high-pitched voice.
"She is," glumly answered Elspeth.
Anton Petrovich went on into the parlor. He decided to sleep there. The bedroom, of course, was out of the question. He turned on the light, lay down on the sofa, and covered himself with his overcoat. For some reason his left wrist felt uncomfortable. Oh, of course—my watch. He took it off and wound it, thinking at the