Дублинцы
The Dead
Hefeltquiteateasenowforhewasanexpertcarverandlikednothingbetterthantofindhimselfattheheadofawell-ladentable.
“MissFurlong,whatshallIsendyou?”heasked.“Awingorasliceofthebreast?”
“Justasmallsliceofthebreast.”
“MissHiggins,whatforyou?”
“O,anythingatall,Mr.Conroy.”
WhileGabrielandMissDalyexchangedplatesofgooseandplatesofhamandspicedbeefLilywentfromguesttoguestwithadishofhotflourypotatoeswrappedinawhitenapkin.ThiswasMaryJane’sideaandshehadalsosuggestedapplesauceforthegoosebutAuntKatehadsaidthatplainroastgoosewithoutanyapplesaucehadalwaysbeengoodenoughforherandshehopedshemightnevereatworse.MaryJanewaitedonherpupilsandsawthattheygotthebestslicesandAuntKateandAuntJuliaopenedandcarriedacrossfromthepianobottlesofstoutandaleforthegentlemenandbottlesofmineralsfortheladies.Therewasagreatdealofconfusionandlaughterandnoise,thenoiseofordersandcounter-orders,ofknivesandforks,ofcorksandglass-stoppers.Gabrielbegantocarvesecondhelpingsassoonashehadfinishedthefirstroundwithoutservinghimself.Everyoneprotestedloudlysothathecompromisedbytakingalongdraughtofstoutforhehadfoundthecarvinghotwork.
