Something warm and emotional in Betton's nature — a lurking kindliness, perhaps, for any one who tried to soothe and smooth his writhing ego — softened his eye as it rested on the drooping figure of his secretary.

贝顿天性中的某种温暖而感性的东西——对于任何试图抚慰和抚平他扭曲的自我的人来说，也许是一种潜在的善意——当他的眼睛落在他秘书垂下的身影上时，他的眼睛变得柔和了。