Listening to her with a certain remoteness, but stirred by desire for her, he had the air of waiting.
And suddenly the veil fell from my eyes, and reality lay stripped before me.

I saw that between these two people there was an immense difference, like an infinite discord, sublime to behold because of its depths, but so painful that it bruised my heart.
/He/ was moved only by his longing for her; /she,/ by her need of escaping from her ordinary life.

Their desires were not the same.
They seemed united, but they dwelt far apart.
They did not talk the same language.

When they spoke of the same things, they scarcely understood each other, and to my eyes, from the very first, their union appeared to be broken more than if they had never known each other.
But he did not say what was really in his mind.

You felt it in the sound of his voice, the very charm of his intonation, his lyrical choice of words.