Короли и капуста
“Fox-in-the-Morning”
AsGoodwinrose,Keoghthrewhishatuponthegrassbythedoorandexpelledatremendoussigh.
"What’sthetrouble,Billy?"askedGoodwin,pausing."That’sthefirsttimeIeverheardyousigh."
"’Tisthelast,"saidKeogh."WiththatsorrowfulpuffofwindIresignmyselftoalifeofpraiseworthybutharassinghonesty.Whataretintypes,ifyouplease,totheopportunitiesofthegreatandhilariousclassofgandersandgeese?NotthatIwouldbeapresident,Frank—andtheboodlehe’sgotistoobigformetohandle—butinsomewaysIfeelmyconsciencehurtingmeforaddictingmyselftophotographinganationinsteadofrunningawaywithit.Frank,didyoueverseethe‘bundleofmuslin’thatHisExcellencyhaswrappedupandcarriedoff?"
"IsabelGuilbert?"saidGoodwin,laughing."No,Ineverdid.FromwhatI’veheardofher,though,Iimaginethatshewouldn’tstickatanythingtocarryherpoint.Don’tgetromantic,Billy.SometimesIbegintofearthatthere’sIrishbloodinyourancestry."
"Ineversawhereither,"wentonKeogh;"buttheysayshe’sgotalltheladiesofmythology,sculpture,andfictionreducedtochromos.Theysayshecanlookatamanonce,andhe’llturnmonkeyandclimbtreestopickcocoanutsforher.
