Сестра Керри

Chapter XLVII. The Way Of The Beaten: A Harp In The Wind

           “Rottenweather,isn’tit?”

           “Well,Ishouldsay,”saidtheother.“I’vebeenjustsittingherethinkingwhereI’dgoto-night.”

           “Comealongwithme,”saidDrouet.“Icanintroduceyoutosomethingdeadswell.”

           “Whoisit?”saidtheother.

           “Oh,acoupleofgirlsoverhereinFortiethStreet.Wecouldhaveadandytime.Iwasjustlookingforyou.”

           “Supposingyouget’emandtake’emouttodinner?”

           “Sure,”saidDrouet.“Wait’llIgoupstairsandchangemyclothes.”

           “Well,I’llbeinthebarbershop,”saidtheother.“Iwanttogetashave.”

           “Allright,”saidDrouet,creakingoffinhisgoodshoestowardtheelevator.Theoldbutterflywasaslightonthewingasever.

           OnanincomingvestibuledPullman,speedingatfortymilesanhourthroughthesnowoftheevening,werethreeothers,allrelated.

           “Firstcallfordinnerinthedining-car,”aPullmanservitorwasannouncing,ashehastenedthroughtheaisleinsnow-whiteapronandjacket.

           “Idon’tbelieveIwanttoplayanymore,”saidtheyoungest,ablack-hairedbeauty,turnedsuperciliousbyfortune,asshepushedaeuchrehandawayfromher.

           “Shallwegointodinner?”inquiredherhusband,whowasallthatfineraimentcanmake.

           “Oh,notyet,”sheanswered.“Idon’twanttoplayanymore,though.”

           “Jessica,”saidhermother,whowasalsoastudyinwhatgoodclothingcandoforage,“pushthatpindowninyourtie—it’scomingup.”

           Jessicaobeyed,incidentallytouchingatherlovelyhairandlookingatalittlejewel-facedwatch.

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