The Beautiful and Damned / Прекрасные и обреченные. Уровень 4

Richard Caramel was offended.

“No,” he began, but Anthony interrupted ruthlessly.

“Oh, yes; who sit in corners talk about the latest Scandinavian Dante available in English translation.”

Dick turned to him.

“What’s the matter with you and Maury? You talk sometimes as though I am a fool.”

Anthony was confused.

“Dick,” said Anthony, changing his tone, “I want to beg your pardon.”

“Why?”

“I’m honestly sorry. I was talking just for fun.”

Mollified, Dick rejoined:

“I’ve often said you’re a boaster.”

A clerk announced them over the phone, and ascending to the tenth floor they followed a winding corridor and knocked at 1088. The door was answered by a middle-aged lady – Mrs. Gilbert herself.

“How do you do? Well, I’m awfully glad to see you. Mr. Pats? Well, do come in, and leave your coat there.”

She pointed to a chair.

“This is really lovely – lovely. Why, Richard, you haven’t been here for so long! Well, do sit down and tell me what you’ve been doing. Are you a writer too, Mr. Pats? Gloria’s out,” she said. “She’s dancing somewhere. Gloria goes, goes, goes. She dances all afternoon and all night. Her father is very worried about her.”

She smiled from one to the other. They both smiled.

“I always say,” she remarked to Anthony, “that Richard is an ancient soul. We all have souls of different ages, at least that’s what I say.”

“Perhaps so,” agreed Anthony.

“Gloria has a very young soul – irresponsible, as much as anything else. She has no sense of responsibility.”

“Aunt Catherine,” said Richard pleasantly. “A sense of responsibility would spoil her. She’s too pretty.”

“Well,” confessed Mrs. Gilbert, “all I know is that she goes and goes and goes.”

Mr. Gilbert entered. He was a short man with a mustache resting like a small white cloud beneath his nose. His ideas were popular twenty years ago. After graduating from a small Western university, he had entered the celluloid business, and he did well for several years.

He disapproved of Gloria: she stayed out late, she never ate her meals. His wife was easier. After fifteen years of war he had conquered her. Mrs. Gilbert introduced him to Anthony.

“This is Mr. Pats,” she said.

The young man and the old shook hands. Then husband and wife exchanged greetings-he told her it had grown colder out; he said he had walked down to a news-stand on Forty-fourth Street for a Kansas City paper. He had intended to ride back in the bus but he had found it too cold, yes, yes, yes, yes, too cold.

“Well, you are the hero!” she exclaimed admiringly. “I wouldn’t have gone out for anything.”

Mr. Gilbert He turned to the two young men and began to talk to them on the subject of the weather. Then he rather abruptly changed the subject.

“Where’s Gloria?”

“She will be here any minute.”

“Have you met my daughter, Mr…?”

“I haven’t had the pleasure. But Dick spoke of her often.”

“She and Richard are cousins.”

“Yes?” Anthony smiled with some effort.

Richard Caramel was afraid they’d have to leave.

Mrs. Gilbert was tremendously sorry.

Mr. Gilbert thought it was too bad.

Would they come again soon?

“Oh, yes.”

Gloria would be awfully sorry!

“Good-bye!”

“Good-bye!”

Smiles!

Smiles!

Two disconsolate young men are walking down the tenth-floor corridor of the Plaza in the direction of the elevator.

A Lady’s Legs

Maury Noble was purposeful. His intention, as he stated it in college was: to use three years in travel, three years in leisure – and then to become immensely rich as quickly as possible.

His three years of travel were over. Back in America, he was searching for amusement. He taught himself to drink as he taught himself Greek – like Greek it would be the gateway to new sensations, new psychical states, new reactions.

He had three rooms in a bachelor apartment on Forty-forth street, but he was there. The telephone girl[13 - telephone girl – телефонистка] had a list of half a dozen people to whom he was never at home, and of the same number to whom he was always at home. Foremost on the latter list were Anthony Patch and Richard Caramel.

Maury’s mother lived in Philadelphia, and there Maury went usually for the week-ends, so one Saturday night Anthony was overjoyed to find that Mr. Noble was at home.

There he was! The room warmed Anthony. Maury filled the room, tigerlike, godlike. The winds outside were stilled.