three men in a boat-第42节
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There we broke down。 The unutterable pathos of George's accompaniment to
that 〃two〃 we were; in our then state of depression; unable to bear。
Harris sobbed like a little child; and the dog howled till I thought his
heart or his jaw must surely break。
George wanted to go on with another verse。 He thought that when he had
got a little more into the tune; and could throw more 〃abandon;〃 as it
were; into the rendering; it might not seem so sad。 The feeling of the
majority; however; was opposed to the experiment。
There being nothing else to do; we went to bed … that is; we undressed
ourselves; and tossed about at the bottom of the boat for some three or
four hours。 After which; we managed to get some fitful slumber until
five a。m。; when we all got up and had breakfast。
The second day was exactly like the first。 The rain continued to pour
down; and we sat; wrapped up in our mackintoshes; underneath the canvas;
and drifted slowly down。
One of us … I forget which one now; but I rather think it was myself …
made a few feeble attempts during the course of the morning to work up
the old gipsy foolishness about being children of Nature and enjoying the
wet; but it did not go down well at all。 That …
〃I care not for the rain; not I!〃
was so painfully evident; as expressing the sentiments of each of us;
that to sing it seemed unnecessary。
On one point we were all agreed; and that was that; come what might; we
would go through with this job to the bitter end。 We had come out for a
fortnight's enjoyment on the river; and a fortnight's enjoyment on the
river we meant to have。 If it killed us! well; that would be a sad thing
for our friends and relations; but it could not be helped。 We felt that
to give in to the weather in a climate such as ours would be a most
disastrous precedent。
〃It's only two days more;〃 said Harris; 〃and we are young and strong。 We
may get over it all right; after all。〃
At about four o'clock we began to discuss our arrangements for the
evening。 We were a little past Goring then; and we decided to paddle on
to Pangbourne; and put up there for the night。
〃Another jolly evening!〃 murmured George。
We sat and mused on the prospect。 We should be in at Pangbourne by five。
We should finish dinner at; say; half…past six。 After that we could walk
about the village in the pouring rain until bed…time; or we could sit in
a dimly…lit bar…parlour and read the almanac。
〃Why; the Alhambra would be almost more lively;〃 said Harris; venturing
his head outside the cover for a moment and taking a survey of the sky。
〃With a little supper at the … * to follow;〃 I added; half unconsciously。
* A capital little out…of…the…way restaurant; in the neighbourhood of … ;
where you can get one of the best…cooked and cheapest little French
dinners or suppers that I know of; with an excellent bottle of Beaune;
for three…and…six; and which I am not going to be idiot enough to
advertise。
〃Yes it's almost a pity we've made up our minds to stick to this boat;〃
answered Harris; and then there was silence for a while。
〃If we HADN'T made up our minds to contract our certain deaths in this
bally old coffin;〃 observed George; casting a glance of intense
malevolence over the boat; 〃it might be worth while to mention that
there's a train leaves Pangbourne; I know; soon after five; which would
just land us in town in comfortable time to get a chop; and then go on to
the place you mentioned afterwards。〃
Nobody spoke。 We looked at one another; and each one seemed to see his
own mean and guilty thoughts reflected in the faces of the others。 In
silence; we dragged out and overhauled the Gladstone。 We looked up the
river and down the river; not a soul was in sight!
Twenty minutes later; three figures; followed by a shamed…looking dog;
might have been seen creeping stealthily from the boat…house at the
〃Swan〃 towards the railway station; dressed in the following neither neat
nor gaudy costume:
Black leather shoes; dirty; suit of boating flannels; very dirty; brown
felt hat; much battered; mackintosh; very wet; umbrella。
We had deceived the boatman at Pangbourne。 We had not had the face to
tell him that we were running away from the rain。 We had left the boat;
and all it contained; in his charge; with instructions that it was to be
ready for us at nine the next morning。 If; we said … IF anything
unforeseen should happen; preventing our return; we would write to him。
We reached Paddington at seven; and drove direct to the restaurant I have
before described; where we partook of a light meal; left Montmorency;
together with suggestions for a supper to be ready at half…past ten; and
then continued our way to Leicester Square。
We attracted a good deal of attention at the Alhambra。 On our presenting
ourselves at the paybox we were gruffly directed to go round to Castle
Street; and were informed that we were half…an…hour behind our time。
We convinced the man; with some difficulty; that we were NOT 〃the world…
renowned contortionists from the Himalaya Mountains;〃 and he took our
money and let us pass。
Inside we were a still greater success。 Our fine bronzed countenances
and picturesque clothes were followed round the place with admiring gaze。
We were the cynosure of every eye。
It was a proud moment for us all。
We adjourned soon after the first ballet; and wended our way back to the
restaurant; where supper was already awaiting us。
I must confess to enjoying that supper。 For about ten days we seemed to
have been living; more or less; on nothing but cold meat; cake; and bread
and jam。 It had been a simple; a nutritious diet; but there had been
nothing exciting about it; and the odour of Burgundy; and the smell of
French sauces; and the sight of clean napkins and long loaves; knocked as
a very welcome visitor at the door of our inner man。
We pegged and quaffed away in silence for a while; until the time came
when; instead of sitting bolt upright; and grasping the knife and fork
firmly; we leant back in our chairs and worked slowly and carelessly …
when we stretched out our legs beneath the table; let our napkins fall;
unheeded; to the floor; and found time to more critically examine the
smoky ceiling than we had hitherto been able to do … when we rested our
glasses at arm's…length upon the table; and felt good; and thoughtful;
and forgiving。
Then Harris; who was sitting next the window; drew aside the curtain and
looked out upon the street。
It glistened darkly in the wet; the dim lamps flickered with each gust;
the rain splashed steadily into the puddles and trickled down the water…
spouts into the running gutters。 A few soaked wayfarers hurried past;
crouching beneath their dripping umbrellas; the women holding up their
skirts。
〃Well;〃 said Harris; reaching his hand out for his glass; 〃we have had a
pleasant trip; and my hearty thanks for it to old Father Thames … but I
think we did well to chuck it when we did。 Here's to Three Men well out
of a Boat!〃
And Montmorency; standing on his hind legs; before the window; peering
out into the night; gave a short bark of decided concurrence with the
toast。
End