“I know,” he went on, after a pause that he devoted to the study of his cigar ash, “I have been negligent. The fact is – it isn't a case of ghosts or apparitions – but – it's an odd thing to tell of, Redmond – I am haunted. I am haunted by something – that rather takes the light out of things, that fills me with longings…”
He paused (он сделал паузу), checked by that English shyness (остановленный той английской застенчивостью) that so often overcomes us when we would speak of moving or grave or beautiful things (которая так часто одолевает нас, когда мы хотели бы высказаться о трогательных, или печальных, или прекрасных вещах = о трогательном, или печальном, или прекрасном). “You were at Saint Athelstan's all through (ты прошел весь курс Сент-Ателстенского колледжа; all through – всё целиком, до конца),” he said, and for a moment that seemed to me quite irrelevant (и на минуту это показалось мне совершенно неуместным). “Well (что ж)” – and he paused (и он остановился). Then very haltingly at first (потом, сначала запинаясь), but afterwards more easily (но после более непринужденно), he began to tell of the thing that was hidden in his life (он начал рассказывать о том, что было скрыто в = о тайне его жизни), the haunting memory of a beauty and a happiness that filled his heart with insatiable longings (/о/ навязчивых воспоминаниях какой-то красоты и счастья, которые наполняли его сердце ненасытной жаждой/тоской) that made all the interests and spectacle of worldly life seem dull and tedious and vain to him (которые сделали = от которых все интересы и зрелища мирской жизни стали казаться ему унылыми, и скучными, и пустыми; to make – делать; заставлять).
irrelevant [ɪ'relevǝnt], beauty ['bju:tɪ], insatiable [ɪn'seɪʃǝbl]
He paused, checked by that English shyness that so often overcomes us when we would speak of moving or grave or beautiful things. “You were at Saint Athelstan's all through,” he said, and for a moment that seemed to me quite irrelevant. “Well” – and he paused. Then very haltingly at first, but afterwards more easily, he began to tell of the thing that was hidden in his life, the haunting memory of a beauty and a happiness that filled his heart with insatiable longings that made all the interests and spectacle of worldly life seem dull and tedious and vain to him.