hemingway, ernest - men without women-第17章
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Inside the lit salon compartment the porter had pulled down the three beds from inside the wall and prepared them for sleeping。 In the night the American lady lay without sleeping because the train was a rapide and went very fast and she was afraid of the speed in the night。 The American ladyˇs bed was the one next to the window。 The canary from Palermo； a cloth spread over his cage； was out of the draught in the corridor that went into the compartment washroom。 There was a blue light outside the compartment； and all night the train went very fast and the American lady lay awake and waited for a wreck。
In the morning the train was near Paris； and after the American lady had come out of the washroom； looking very wholesome and middle…aged and American in spite of not having slept； and had taken the cloth off the bird…cage and hung the cage in the sun； she went back to the restaurant car for breakfast。 When she came back to the lit salon compartment again； the beds had been pushed back into the wall and made into seats； the canary was shaking his feathers in the sunlight that came through the open window； and the train was much nearer Paris。
¨He loves the sun；〃 the American lady said。 ¨Heˇll sing now in a little while。〃
The canary shook his feathers and pecked in them。 ¨Iˇve always loved birds；〃 the American lady said。 ¨Iˇm taking him home to my little girl。 Thereheˇs singing now。〃
The canary chirped and the feathers on his throat stood out； then he dropped his bill and pecked into his feathers again。 The train crossed a river and passed through a very carefully tended forest。 The train passed through many outside of Paris towns。 There were train…cars in the towns and big advertisements for the Belle Jardini？re and Dubonnet and Pernod on the walls toward the train。 All that the train passed through looked as though it were before breakfast。 For several minutes I had not listened to the American lady； who was talking to my wife。
¨Is your husband American too？〃 asked the lady。
¨Yes；〃 said my wife。 ¨Weˇre both Americans。〃
¨I thought you were English。〃
¨Oh； no。〃
¨Perhaps that was because I wore braces；〃 I said。 I had started to say suspenders and changed it to braces in the mouth； to keep my English character。 The American lady did not hear。 She was really quite deaf； she read lips； and I had not looked toward her。 I had looked out of the window。 She went on talking to my wife。
¨Iˇm so glad youˇre Americans。 American men make the best husbands；〃 the American lady was saying。 ¨That was why we left the Continent； you know。 My daughter fell in love with a man in Vevey。〃 She stopped。 ¨They were simply madly in love。〃 She stopped again。 ¨I took her away； of course。〃
¨Did she get over it？〃 asked my wife。
¨I donˇt think so；〃 said the American lady。 ¨She wouldnˇt eat anything and she wouldnˇt sleep at all。 Iˇve tried so very hard； but she doesnˇt seem to take an interest in anything。 She doesnˇt care about things。 I couldnˇt have her marrying a foreigner。〃 She paused。 ¨Someone； a very good friend； told me once； ˉNo foreigner can make an American girl a good husband。ˇ 〃
¨No；〃 said my wife； ¨I suppose not。〃
The American lady admired my wifeˇs traveling coat； and it turned out that the American lady had bought her own clothes for twenty years now from the same maison de couture in the Rue Saint Honor？。 They had her measurements； and a vendeuse who knew her and her tastes picked the dresses out for her and they were sent to America。 They came to the post office near where she lived up…town in New York； and the duty was never exorbitant because they opened the dresses there in the post office to appraise them and they were always very simple…looking and with no gold lace nor ornaments that would make the dresses look expensive。 Before the present vendeuse； named Th？r？se； there had been another vendeuse； named Am？lie。 Altogether there had only been these two in the twenty years。 It had always been the same couturier。 Prices； however； had gone up。 The exchange； though； equalized that。 They had her daughterˇs measurements now too。 She was grown up and there was not much chance of their changing now。 The train was now coming into Paris。 The fortifications were leveled but grass had not grown。 There were many cars standing on tracksbrown wooden restaurant cars and brown wooden sleeping cars that would go to Italy at five oˇclock that night； if that train still left at five； the cars were marked Paris…Rome； and cars； with seats on the roofs； that went back and forth to the suburbs with； at certain hours； people in all the seats and on the roofs； if that were the way it were still done； and passing were the white walls and many windows of houses。 Nothing had eaten any breakfast。
¨Americans make the best husbands；〃 the American lady said to my wife。 I was getting down the bags。 ¨American men are the only men in the world to marry。〃
¨How long ago did you leave Vevey？〃 asked my wife。
¨Two years ago this fall。 Itˇs her； you know； that Iˇm taking the canary to。〃
¨Was the man your daughter was in love with a Swiss？〃
¨Yes；〃 said the American lady。 ¨He was from a very good family in Vevey。 He was going to be an engineer。 They met there in Vevey。 They used to go on long walks together。〃
¨I know Vevey；〃 said my wife。 ¨We were there on our honeymoon。〃
¨Were you really？ That must have been lovely。 I had no idea； of course； that sheˇd fall in love with him。〃
¨It was a very lovely place；〃 said my wife。
¨Yes；〃 said the American lady。 ¨Isnˇt it lovely？ Where did you stop there？〃
¨We stayed at the Trois Couronnes；〃 said my wife。
¨Itˇs such a fine old hotel；〃 said the American lady。
¨Yes；〃 said my wife。 ¨We had a very fine room and in the fall the country was lovely。〃
¨Were you there in the fall？〃
¨Yes；〃 said my wife。
We were passing three cars that had been in a wreck。 They were splintered open and the roofs sagged in。
¨Look；〃 I said。 ¨Thereˇs been a wreck。〃
The American lady looked and saw the last car。 ¨I was afraid of that all night；〃 she said。 ¨I have terrific presentiments about things sometimes。 Iˇll never travel on a rapide again at night。 There must be other comfortable trains that donˇt go so fast。〃
The train was in the dark of the Gare de Lyons； and then stopped and porters came up to the windows。 I handed bags through the windows； and we were out on the dim longness of the platform； and the American lady put herself in charge of one of three men from Cookˇs who said： ¨Just a moment； madame； and Iˇll look for your name。〃
The porter brought a truck and piled on the baggage； and my wife said good…bye and I said good…bye to the American lady whose name had been found by the man from Cookˇs on a typewritten page in a sheaf of typewritten pages which he replaced in his pocket。
We followed the porter with the truck down the long cement platform beside the train。 At the end was a gate and a man took the tickets。
We were returning to Paris to set up separate residences。
AN ALPINE IDYLL
IT was hot coming down into the valley even in the early morning。 The sun melted the snow from the skis we were carrying and dried the wood。 It was spring in the valley but the sun was very hot。 We came along the road into Galtur carrying our skis and rucksacks。 As we passed the churchyard a burial was just over。 I said； ¨Gr？ss Gott；〃 to the priest as he walked past us coming out of the churchyard。 The priest bowed。
¨Itˇs funny a priest never speaks to you；〃 John said。
¨Youˇd think theyˇd like to say ˉGr？ss Gott。ˇ 〃
¨They never answer；〃 John said。
We stopped in the road and watched the sexton shoveling in the new earth。 A peasant with a black beard and high leather boots stood beside the grave。 The sexton stopped shoveling and straightened his back。 The peasant in the high boots took the spade from the sexton and went on filling in the gravespreading the earth evenly as a man spreading manure in a garden。 In the bright May morning the grave…filling looked unreal。 I could not imagine anyone being dead。
¨Imagine being buried on a day like this；〃 I said to John。
¨I wouldnˇt like it。〃
¨Well；〃 I said； ¨we donˇt have to do it。〃
We went on up the road past the houses of the town to the inn。 We had been skiing in the Silvretta for a month； and it was good to be down in the valley。 In the Silvretta the skiing had been all right； but it was spring skiing； the snow was only good in the early morning and again in the evening。 The rest of the time it was spoiled by the sun。 We were both tired of the sun。 You could not get away from the sun。 The only shadows were made by rocks or by the hut that was built under the protection of a rock beside a glacier； and in the shade the sweat froze in your underclothing。 You could not sit outside the but without dark glasses。 It was pleasant to be burned black but the sun had been very tiring。 You could not rest in it。 I was glad to be down away from snow。 It was too late in the spring to be up in the Silvretta。 I was a little tired of skiing。 We had stayed too long。 I could taste the snow water we had been drinking melted off the tin roof of the hut。 The taste was a part of the way I felt about skiing。 I was glad there were other things beside skiing； and I was glad to be down； away from the unnatural high mountain spring； into this May morning in the valley。
The innkeeper sat on the porch of the inn his chair tipped back against the wall。 Beside him sat the cook。
¨Ski…heil！〃 said the innkeeper。
¨Heil！〃 we said and leaned the skis against the wall and took off our packs。
¨How was it up above？〃 asked the innkeeper。
¨Sch？n。 A little too much sun。〃
¨Yes。 Thereˇs too much sun this time of year。〃
The cook sat on in his chair。 The innkeeper went in with us and unlocked his office and brought out our mail。 There was a bundle of letters and some papers。
¨Letˇs get some beer；〃 John said。
¨Good。 Weˇll drink it inside。〃
The proprietor brought two bottles and we drank them while we read the letters。
¨We better have some more beer；〃 John said。 A girl brought it this time。 She smiled as she opened the bottles。
¨Many letters；〃 she said。
¨Yes。 Many。〃
¨Prosit；〃 she said and went out； taking the empty bottles。
¨Iˇd forgotten what beer tasted like。〃
¨I hadnˇt；〃 John said。 ¨Up in the hut I used to think about it a lot。〃
¨Well；〃 I said； ¨weˇve got it now。〃
¨You oughtnˇt to ever do anything too long。〃
¨No。 We were up there too long。〃
¨Too damn long；〃 John said。 ¨Itˇs no good doing a thing too long。〃
The sun came through the open window and shone through the beer bottles on the table。 The bottles were half full。 There was a little froth on the beer in the bottles； not much； because it was very cold。 It collared up when you poured it into the tall glasses。 I looked out of the open window at the white road。 The trees beside the road were dusty。 Beyond was a green field and a stream。 There were trees along the stream and a mill with a water wheel。 Throug
