pgw.adamselindistress-第45部分
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of their ministering angels。 It is to be doubted whether there is anything in the world more damping to the spirit than a London tea…shop of this kind； unless it be another London tea…shop of the same kind。
Maud sat and waited。 Somewhere out of sight a kettle bubbled in an undertone； like a whispering pessimist。 Across the room two distressed gentlewomen in fancy dress leaned against the wall。 They； too； were whispering。 Their expressions suggested that they looked on life as low and wished they were well out of it； like the body upstairs。 One assumed that there was a body upstairs。 One cannot help it at these places。 One's first thought on entering is that the lady assistant will approach one and ask in a hushed voice 〃Tea or chocolate？ And would you care to view the remains？〃
Maud looked at her watch。 It was twenty past four。 She could scarcely believe that she had only been there five minutes； but the ticking of the watch assured her that it had not stopped。 Her depression deepened。 Why had Geoffrey told her to meet him in a cavern of gloom like this instead of at the Savoy？ She would have enjoyed the Savoy。 But here she seemed to have lost beyond recovery the first gay eagerness with which she had set out to meet the man she loved。
Suddenly she began to feel frightened。 Some evil spirit； possibly the kettle； seemed to whisper to her that she had been foolish in ing here； to cast doubts on what she had hitherto regarded as the one rock…solid fact in the world； her love for Geoffrey。 Could she have changed since those days in Wales？ Life had been so confusing of late。 In the vividness of recent happenings those days in Wales seemed a long way off； and she herself different from the girl of a year ago。 She found herself thinking about George Bevan。
It was a curious fact that； the moment she began to think of George Bevan； she felt better。 It was as if she had lost her way in a wilderness and had met a friend。 There was something so capable； so soothing about George。 And how well he had behaved at that last interview。 George seemed somehow to be part of her life。 She could not imagine a life in which he had no share。 And he was at this moment； probably； packing to return to America； and she would never see him again。 Something stabbed at her heart。 It was as if she were realizing now for the first time that he was really going。
She tried to rid herself of the ache at her heart by thinking of Wales。 She closed her eyes； and found that that helped her to remember。 With her eyes shut； she could bring it all backthat rainy day； the graceful； supple figure that had e to her out of the mist； those walks over the hills 。 。 。 If only Geoffrey would e！ It was the sight of him that she needed。
〃There you are！〃
Maud opened her eyes with a start。 The voice had sounded like Geoffrey's。 But it was a stranger who stood by the table。 And not a particularly prepossessing stranger。 In the dim light of Ye Cosy Nooke； to which her opening eyes had not yet grown accustomed； all she could see of the man was that he was remarkably stout。 She stiffened defensively。 This was what a girl who sat about in tea…rooms alone had to expect。
〃Hope I'm not late；〃 said the stranger； sitting down and breathing heavily。 〃I thought a little exercise would do me good； so I walked。〃
Every nerve in Maud's body seemed to e to life simultaneously。 She tingled from head to foot。 It was Geoffrey！
He was looking over his shoulder and endeavouring by snapping his fingers to attract the attention of the nearest distressed gentlewoman： and this gave Maud time to recover from the frightful shock she had received。 Her dizziness left her： and； leaving； was succeeded by a panic dismay。 This couldn't be Geoffrey！ It was outrageous that it should be Geoffrey！ And yet it undeniably was Geoffrey。 For a year she had prayed that Geoffrey might be given back to her； and the gods had heard her prayer。 They had given her back Geoffrey； and with a careless generosity they had given her twice as much of him as she had expected。 She had asked for the slim Apollo whom she had loved in Wales； and this colossal changeling had arrived in his stead。
We all of us have our prejudices。 Maud had a prejudice against fat men。 It may have been the spectacle of her Percy； bulging more and more every year she had that had caused this kink in her character。 At any rate； and she gazed in sickened silence at Geoffrey。 He had turned again now； and she was enabled to get a full and plete view of him。 He was not merely stout。 He was gross。 The figure which had haunted her for a year had spread into a sea of waistcoat。 The keen lines of his face had disappeared altogether。 His cheeks were pink jellies。
One of the distressed gentlewomen had approached with a slow disdain； and was standing by the table； brooding on the corpse upstairs。 It seemed a shame to bother her。
〃Tea or chocolate？〃 she inquired proudly。
〃Tea； please；〃 said Maud； finding her voice。
〃One tea；〃 sighed the mourner。
〃Chocolate for me；〃 said Geoffrey briskly； with the air of one discoursing on a congenial topic。 〃I'd like plenty of whipped cream。 And please see that it's hot。〃
〃One chocolate。〃
Geoffrey pondered。 This was no light matter that occupied him。
〃And bring some fancy cakesI like the ones with icing on themand some tea…cake and buttered toast。 Please see there's plenty of butter on it。〃
Maud shivered。 This man before her was a man in whose lexicon there should have been no such word as butter； a man who should have called for the police had some enemy endeavoured to thrust butter upon him。
〃Well；〃 said Geoffrey leaning forward； as the haughty ministrant drifted away； 〃you haven't changed a bit。 To look at； I mean。〃
〃No？〃 said Maud。
〃You're just the same。 I think I〃he squinted down at his waistcoat〃have put on a little weight。 I don't know if you notice it？〃
Maud shivered again。 He thought he had put on a little weight； and didn't know if she had noticed it！ She was oppressed by the eternal melancholy miracle of the fat man who does not realize that he has bee fat。
〃It was living on the yacht that put me a little out of condition；〃 said Geoffrey。 〃I was on the yacht nearly all the time since I saw you last。 The old boy had a Japanese cook and lived pretty high。 It was apoplexy that got him。 We had a great time touring about。 We were on the Mediterranean all last winter； mostly at Nice。〃
〃I should like to go to Nice；〃 said Maud； for something to say。 She was feeling that it was not only externally that Geoffrey had changed。 Or had he in reality always been like this； monplace and prosaic； and was it merely in her imagination that he had been wonderful？
〃If you ever go；〃 said Geoffrey； earnestly； 〃don't fail to lunch at the Hotel Cote d'Azur。 They give you the most amazing selection of hors d'oeuvres you ever saw。 Crayfish as big as baby lobsters！ And there's a fishI've forgotten it's name； it'll e back to methat's just like the Florida pompano。 Be careful to have it broiled； not fried。 Otherwise you lose the flavour。 Tell the waiter you must have it broiled； with melted butter and a little parsley and some plain boiled potatoes。 It's really astonishing。 It's best to stick to fish on the Continent。 People can say what they like； but I maintain that the French don't really understand steaks or any sort of red meat。 The veal isn't bad； though I prefer our way of serving it。 Of course； what the French are real geniuses at is the omelet。 I remember； when we put in at Toulon for coal； I went ashore for a stroll； and had the most delicious omelet with chicken livers beautifully cooked； at quite a small； unpretentious place near the harbour。 I shall always remember it。〃
The mourner returned； bearing a laden tray； from which she removed the funeral bakemeats and placed them limply on the table。 Geoffrey shook his head； annoyed。
〃I particularly asked for plenty of butter on my toast！〃 he said。 〃I hate buttered toast if there isn't lots of butter。 It isn't worth eating。 Get me a couple of pats； will you； and I'll spread it myself。 Do hurry； please； before the toast gets cold。 It's no good if the toast gets cold。 They don't understand tea as a meal at these places；〃 he said to Maud； as the mourner withdrew。 〃You have to go to the country to appreciate the real thing。 I remember we lay off Lyme Regis down Devonshire way； for a few days； and I went and had tea at a farmhouse there。 It was quite amazing！ Thick Devonshire cream and home…made jam and cakes of every kind。 This sort of thing here is just a farce。 I do wish that woman would make haste with that butter。 It'll be too late in a minute。〃
Maud sipped her tea in silence。 Her heart was like lead within her。 The recurrence of the butter theme as a sort of leit motif in her panion's conversation was fraying her nerves till she felt she could endure little more。 She cast her mind's eye back over the horrid months and had a horrid vision of Geoffrey steadily absorbing butter； day after day； week after weekever being more and more of a human keg。 She shuddered。
Indignation at the injustice of Fate in causing her to give her heart to a man and then changing him into another and quite different man fought with a cold
