Название: The Animal Story Book - The Original Classic Edition
Автор: Lang Andrew
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Учебная литература
isbn: 9781486412136
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'Odeon Theatre,' said Fan.
'Grrrooonnn,' observed Tom.
'All right,' said the cabman. 'Keep your temper. It's a good step from here, but we shall get there all in good time.'
Half an hour later the cab drew up at the door of the theatre. Fan got down first, paid the driver, handed out Tom, took two tickets, and passed in without exciting any special attention.
At the second turn they made round the crush-room people began to follow Fan. The perfection with which the newcomer imitated the walk and movements of the animal whose skin he wore attracted the notice of some lovers of natural history. They pressed closer and closer, and anxious to find out whether he was equally clever in imitating the bear's voice, they began to pull his hairs and prick his ears--'Grrrooonnn,' said Tom.
[6] A murmur of admiration ran through the crowd--nothing could be more lifelike.
Fan led Tom to the buffet and offered him some little cakes, to which he was very partial, and which he proceeded to swallow with so admirable a pretence of voracity that the bystanders burst out laughing. Then the mentor poured out a tumbler full of water, which Tom took gingerly between his paws, as he was accustomed to whenever Decamps did him the honour of permitting him to appear at table, and gulped down the contents at one draught. Enthusiasm knew no bounds! Indeed such was the delight and interest shown that when, at length, Fan wished to leave the buffet, he found they were hemmed in by so dense a crowd that he felt nervous lest Tom should think of clearing the road with claws and teeth. So he promptly led his bear to a corner, placed him with his back against the wall, and told him to stay there till further orders.
As has been already mentioned, this kind of drill was quite familiar to Tom, and was well suited to his natural indolence, and when a harlequin offered his hat to complete the picture, he settled himself comfortably, gravely laying one great paw on his wooden gun.
'Do you happen to know,' said Fan to the obliging harlequin, 'who you have lent your hat to?'
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'No,' replied harlequin.
'You mean to say you don't guess?'
'Not in the least.'
'Come, take a good look at him. From the grace of all his movements, from the manner in which he carries his head, slightly on one
side, like Alexander the Great--from the admirable imitations of the bear's voice--you don't mean to say you don't recognise him?'
'Upon my word I don't.'
'Odry!'[2] whispered Fan mysteriously; 'Odry, in his costume from "The Bear and the Pacha"!'
[2] A well-known actor of the time.
[7] 'Oh, but he acts a white bear, you know.'
'Just so; that's why he has chosen a brown bear's skin as a disguise.'
'Ho, ho! You're a good one,' cried harlequin.
'Grrooonnn,' observed Tom.
'Well, now you mention it, I do recognise his voice. Really, I wonder it had not struck me before. Do ask him to disguise it better.'
'Yes, yes,' said Fan, moving towards the ball-room, 'but it will never do to worry him. However, I'll try to persuade him to dance a minuet presently.'
'Oh, could you really?'
'He promised to do so. Just give a hint to your friends and try to prevent their teasing him.'
'All right.'
Tom made his way through the crowd, whilst the delighted harlequin moved from one mask to another, telling his news with warn-ings to be discreet, which were well received. Just then, too, the sounds of a lively galop were heard, and a general rush to the ball-room took place, harlequin only pausing to murmur in Tom's ear: 'I know you, my fine mask.'
'Grroooonnn,' replied Tom.
'Ah, it's all very well to growl, but you'll dance a minuet, won't you, old fellow?'
Tom waved his head up and down as his way was when anyone asked him a question, and harlequin, satisfied with this silent consent, ran off to find a columbine and to dance the galop.
Meanwhile, Tom remained alone with the waiters; motionless at his post, but with longing eyes turned towards the counter on which
the most tempting piles of cake were heaped on numerous dishes. The waiters, remarking his rapt attention, and pleased to tempt
a customer, stretched out a dish, Tom extended his paw and gingerly took a cake--then a second--then a third: the waiters seemed never tired of offering, or Tom of [8] accepting these delicacies, and so, when the galop ended and the dancers returned to the crush-room, he had made short work of some dozens of little cakes.
Harlequin had recruited a columbine and a shepherdess, and he introduced these ladies as partners for the promised minuet. With all the air of an old friend he whispered a few words to Tom, who, in the best of humours after so many cakes, replied with his most gracious growl. The harlequin, turning towards the gallery, announced that his lordship had much pleasure in complying with the universal request, and amidst loud applause, the shepherdess took one of Tom's paws and the columbine the other. Tom, for
his part, like an accomplished cavalier, walked between his two partners, glancing at them by turns with looks of some surprise, and soon found himself with them in the middle of the pit of the theatre which was used as a ball-room. All took their places, some in
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the boxes, others in the galleries, the greater number forming a circle round the dancers. The band struck up.
The minuet was Tom's greatest triumph and Fan's masterpiece, and with the very first steps success was assured and went on increas-
ing with each movement, till at the last figure the applause became delirious. Tom was swept off in triumph to a stage box where the shepherdess, removing her wreath of roses, crowned him with it, whilst the whole theatre resounded with the applause of the spectators.
Tom leant over the front of the box with a grace all his own; at the same time the strains of a fresh dance were heard, and everyone hurried to secure partners except a few courtiers of the new star who hovered round in hope of extracting an order for the play from him, but Tom only replied to their broadest hints with his perpetual 'Grroonnn.'
By degrees this became rather monotonous, and gradually Tom's court dwindled away, people murmuring that, though his dancing
powers were certainly unrivalled, his [9] conversation was a trifle insipid. An hour later Tom was alone! So fleeting is public favour.
'THE MINUET WAS TOM'S GREATEST TRIUMPH'
And now the hour of departure drew near. The pit was thinning and the boxes empty, and pale rays of morning light were glinting into the hall when the box-opener, who was going her rounds, heard sounds of snoring proceeding from one of the stage boxes. She opened [10] the door, and there was Tom, who, tired out after his eventful night, had fallen fast asleep on the floor. The box-opener stepped in and politely hinted that it was six o'clock and time to go home.