hemingway, ernest - garden of eden-第12节

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　an　apprentice　waiter；　served　at　table。

Catherine　enjoyed　driving　the　small　car　and　went　on　buying　and　collecting　trips　to　Cannes　and　to　Nice。　The　big　winter　season　shops　were　closed　but　she　found　extravagances　to　eat　and　solid　values　to　drink　and　located　the　places　where　she　could　buy　books　and　magazines。

David　had　worked　very　hard　for　four　days。　They　had　spent　all　the　afternoon　in　the　sun　on　the　sand　of　a　new　cove　they　had　found　and　they　had　been　in　the　water　until　they　were　both　tired　and　then　come　home　in　the　evening　with　salt　dried　on　their　backs　and　in　their　hair　to　have　a　drink　and　take　showers　and　change。

In　bed　the　breeze　came　in　from　the　sea。　It　was　cool　and　they　lay　side　by　side　in　the　dark　with　the　sheet　over　them　and　Catherine　said；　〃You　said　I　was　to　tell　you。〃

〃I　know。〃

She　leaned　over　him　and　held　his　head　in　her　hands　and　kissed　him。　〃I　want　to　so　much。　Can　I？　May　I？〃

〃Sure。〃

〃I'm　so　happy。　I've　made　a　lot　of　plans；〃　she　said。　〃And　this　time　I'm　not　going　to　start　so　bad　and　wild。〃

〃V/hat　sort　of　plans？〃

〃I　can　tell　but　it　would　be　better　to　show　it。　We　could　do　it　tomorrow。　Will　you　go　in　with　me？〃

〃Where？〃

〃To　Cannes　where　I　went　when　we　were　here　before。　He's　a
very　good　coiffeur。　We're　friends　and　he's　better　than　the　one　in　Biarritz　because　he　understood　right　away。
'What　have　you　been　doing？〃
〃I　went　to　see　him　this　morning　while　you　were　working　and　I　explained　and　he　studied　it　and　understood　and　thought　it　would　be　fine。　I　told　him　I　hadn't　decided　but　that　if　I　did　I'd　try　to　get　you　to　have　yours　cut　the　same　way。
〃How　is　it　cut？〃
〃You'll　see。　We'll　go　together。　It's　sort　of　bevelled　back　from　the　natural　line。　He's　very　enthusiastic。　I　think　it's　because　he's　crazy　about　the　Bugatti。　Are　you　afraid？〃

〃I　can't　wait。　He　wants　to　lighten　it　really　but　we　were　afraid　you　might　not　like　it。〃
〃The　sun　and　the　salt　water　lighten　it。〃
〃This　would　be　much　fairer。　He　said　he　could　make　it　as　fair　as　Scandinavian。　Think　how　that　would　be　with　our　dark　skin。　And　we　could　make　yours　lighter　too。〃
〃No。　I'd　feel　funny。〃
〃Who　do　you　know　here　that　makes　any　difference？　You'd　get　lighter　swimming　all　summer　anyway。〃
He　did　not　say　anything　and　she　said；　〃You　won't　have　to。　We'll　just　do　mine　and　maybe　you'll　want　to。　We　can　see。
〃Don't　make　plans；　Devil。　Tomorrow　I'll　get　up　very　early　and　work　and　you　sleep　as　late　as　you　can。
〃Then　write　for　me　too；〃　she　said。　〃No　matter　if　it's　where　I've　been　bad　put　in　how　much　I　love　you。
〃I'm　nearly　up　to　now。
〃Can　you　publish　it　or　would　it　be　bad　to？〃
〃I've　only　tried　to　write　it。〃
〃Can　I　ever　read　it？〃
〃If　I　ever　get　it　right。〃
〃I'm　so　proud　of　it　already　and　we　won't　have　any　copies　for


sale　and　none　for　reviewers　and　then　there'll　never　be　clippings　and　you'll　never　be　self　conscious　and　we'll　always　have　it　just　for　us。〃


David　Bourne　woke　when　it　was　light　and　put　on　shorts　and　a　shirt　and　went　outside。　The　breeze　had　died。　The　sea　was　calm　and　the　day　smelled　of　the　dew　and　the　pines。　He　walked　bare　footed　across　the　flagstones　of　the　terrace　to　the　room　at　the　far　end　of　the　long　house　and　went　in　and　sat　down　at　the　table　where　he　worked。　The　windows　had　been　open　overnight　and　the　room　was　cool　and　full　of　early　morning　promise。

He　was　writing　about　the　road　from　Madrid　to　Zaragossa　and　the　rising　and　falling　of　the　road　as　they　came　at　speed　into　the　country　of　the　red　buttes　and　the　little　car　on　the　then　dusty　road　picked　up　the　Express　train　and　Catherine　passed　it　gently　car　by　car；　the　tender；　and　then　the　engineer　and　fireman；　and　finally　the　nose　of　the　engine；　and　then　she　shifted　as　the　road　switched　left　and　the　train　disappeared　into　a　tunnel。

〃I　had　it；〃　she　had　said。　〃But　it　went　to　ground。　Tell　me　if　I　can　get　it　again。〃

He　had　looked　at　the　Michelin　map　and　said；　〃Not　for　a　while。〃

〃I'll　let　it　go　then　and　we'll　see　the　country。〃　As　the　road　climbed　there　were　poplar　trees　along　the　river　and　the　road　climbed　steeply　and　he　felt　the　car　accept　it　and　then　Catherine　shift　again　happily　as　it　flattened　the　steep　grade。

Later；　when　he　heard　her　voice　in　the　garden；　he　stopped　writing。　He　locked　the　suitcase　with　the　cahiers　of　manuscript　and　went　out　locking　the　door　after　him。　The　girl　would　use　the　pass　key　to　clean　the　room。

Catherine　was　sitting　at　breakfast　on　the　terrace。　There　was　a　red…and…white　checked　cloth　on　the　table。　She　wore　her　old　Grau
du　Roi　striped　shirt　fresh…washed　and　shrunk　now　and　much　faded；　new　gray　flannel　slacks；　and　espadrilles。
〃Hello；〃　she　said。　〃I　couldn't　sleep　late。〃
〃You　look　lovely。〃　〃Thank　you。　I　feel　lovely。〃　〃Where　did　you　get　those　slacks？〃
〃I　had　them　made　in　Nice。　By　a　good　tailor。　Are　they　all　right？〃
〃They're　very　well　cut。　They　just　look　new。　Are　you　going　to　wear　them　into　town？〃
〃Not　town。　Cannes　in　the　off　season。　Everybody　will　next　year。　People　are　wearing　our　shirts　now。　They're　no　good　with　skirts。　You　don't　mind　do　you？〃
〃Not　at　all。　They　look　right。　They　just　looked　so　well　creased。〃
After　breakfast　while　David　shaved　and　showered　and　then　pulled　on　a　pair　of　old　flannels　and　a　fisherman's　shirt　and　found　his　espadrilles　Catherine　put　on　a　blue　linen　shirt　with　an　open　collar　and　a　heavy　white　linen　skirt。
〃We're　better　this　way。　Even　if　the　slacks　are　right　for　here　they're　too　show…off　for　this　morning。　We'll　save　them。〃


It　was　very　friendly　and　offhand　at　the　coiffeur's　but　very　professional。　Monsieur　Jean；　who　was　about　David's　age　and　looked　more　Italian　than　French；　said；　〃I　will　cut　it　as　she　asks。　Do　you　agree；　Monsieur？〃
〃I　don't　belong　to　the　syndicate；〃　David　said。　〃I　leave　it　to　you　two。〃
〃Perhaps　we　should　experiment　on　Monsieur；〃　Monsieur　Jean　said。　〃In　case　anything　goes　wrong。
But　Monsieur　Jean　began　cutting　Catherine's　hair　very　care　fully　and　skillfully　and　David　watched　her　dark　serious　face　above　the　smock　that　came　close　around　her　neck。　She　looked　into　the　hand　mirror　and　watched　the　comb　and　scissors　lifting


and　snipping。　The　man　was　working　like　a　sculptor；　absorbed　and　serious。　〃I　thought　about　it　all　last　night　and　this　morning；〃　the　coiffeur　said。　〃If　you　don't　believe　that；　Monsieur；　I　under…　stand。　But　this　is　as　important　to　me　as　your　metier　is　to　you。

He　stepped　back　to　look　at　the　shape　he　was　making。　Then　he　snipped　more　rapidly　and　finally　turned　the　chair　so　the　big　mirror　was　reflected　in　the　small　one　Catherine　held。

〃Do　you　want　it　cut　that　way　above　the　ears？〃　she　asked　the　coiffeur。

〃As　you　like。　I　can　make　it　more　degage　if　you　wish。　But　it　will　be　beautiful　as　is　if　we　are　going　to　make　it　truly　fair。〃

〃I　want　it　fair；〃　Catherine　said。

He　smiled。　〃Madame　and　I　have　spoken　of　it。　But　I　said　it　must　be　Monsieur's　decision。〃

〃Monsieur　gave　his　decision；〃　Catherine　said。

〃How　fair　did　Monsieur　say　he　wished　it　to　be？〃

〃As　fair　as　you　can　make　it；〃　she　said。

〃Don't　say　that；〃　Monsieur　Jean　said。　〃You　must　tell　me。〃

〃As　fair　as　my　pearls；〃　Catherine　said。　〃You've　seen　them　plenty　of　times。〃

David　had　come　over　and　was　watching　Monsieur　Jean　stir　a　large　glassful　of　the　shampoo　with　a　wooden　spoon。　〃I　have　the　shampoos　made　up　with　castile　soap；〃　the　coiffeur　said。　〃It's　warm。　Please　come　over　here　to　the　basin。　Sit　forward；〃　he　said　to　Catherine；　〃and　put　this　cloth　across　your　forehead。〃

〃But　it　isn't　even　really　a　boy's　haircut；〃　Catherine　said。　〃I　wanted　it　the　way　we　planned。　Everything's　going　wrong。

〃It　couldn't　be　more　a　boy's　haircut。　You　must　believe　me。

He　was　lathering　her　head　now　with　the　foamy　thick　shampoo　with　the　acrid　odor。

When　her　head　had　been　shampooed　and　rinsed　again　and　again　it　looked　to　David　as　though　it　had　no　color　and　the　water
tunnelled　through　it　showing　only　a　wet　paleness。　The　coiffeur　put　a　towel　over　it　and　rubbed　it　softly。　He　was　very　sure　about
it。
〃Don't　be　desperate；　Madame；〃　he　said。　〃Why　would　I　do　anything　against　your　beauty？〃

〃I　am　desperate　and　there　isn't　any　beauty。〃
He　dried　her　head　gently　and　then　kept　the　towel　over　her　head　and　brought　a　hand　blower　and　began　to　play　it　through　her　hair　as　he　combed　it　forward。
〃Now　watch；〃　he　said。
As　the　air　drove　through　her　hair　it　was　turning　from　damp　drab　to　a　silvery　northern　shining　fairness。　As　the　wind　of　the　blower　moved　through　it　they　watched　it　change。
〃You　shouldn't　have　despaired；〃　Monsieur　Jean　said；　not　saying　Madame　and　then　remembering。　〃Madame　wanted　it　fair？〃
〃It's　better　than　the　pearls；〃　she　said。　〃You're　a　great　man　and　I　was　terrible。〃
Then　he　rubbed　his　hands　together　with　something　from　a　jar。　〃I'll　just　touch　it　with　this；〃　he　said。　He　smiled　at　Catherine　very　happily　and　passed　his　hands　lightly　over　her　head。
Catherine　stood　up　and　looked　at　herself　very　seriously　in　the　mirror。　Her　face　had　never　been　so　dark　and　her　hair　was　like　the　bark　of　a　young　white　birch　tree。
〃I　like　it　so　much；〃　she　said。　〃Too　much。〃
She　looked　in　the　mirror　as　though　she　had　never　seen　the　girl　she　was　looking　at。
〃Now　we　must　do　Monsieur；〃　the　coiffeur　said。　〃Does　Monsieur　wish　the　cut？　It's　very　conservative　but　it's　also　sportif。〃
〃The　cut；〃　David　said。　〃I　don't　think　I've　had　a　haircut　in　a　month。〃
〃Please　mak