The Complete Works of George Bernard Shaw. GEORGE BERNARD SHAW

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СКАЧАТЬ moments, and then, saying, “I request you to mind your own business, sir. I have nothing to say to you,” went back in dudgeon to his seat. The lady then leaned forward and said haughtily, “Your interference is quite unnecessary, thank you. I can take care of myself.”

      “Aye,” retorted Jack, frowning at her: “you are like other children. I was not such a fool as to expect gratitude from you.” The girl blushed and looked away towards the landscape. Her father again stared at Jack, who resumed his seat with a bounce; folded his arms; and glowered. Five minutes later the train stopped; and the guard came for their tickets.

      “I relied on you,” said the gentleman to him, for an empty carriage. Instead of that, I have had a most unpleasant journey. I have been annoyed — damnably annoyed.”

      “Ha! ha!” roared Jack. “Ha! ha! ha!”

      The guard turned sternly to him, and said, “Ticket, sir, please,” as though he expected the ticket to prove a third class one. When he received it he held it between his lips, whilst he opened a memorandum and then continued, “I want your name and address, sir, please.”

      “What for?”

      “For getting in when the train was in motion, sir, at Slough. The Company’s orders are strict against it. You might have been killed, sir.”

      “And what the devil is it to the Company whether I am killed or not?”

      “Be quick, sir, please,” said the guard, uncertain whether to coax or be peremptory. “Our time is up.”

      Jack looked angry for a moment; then shrugged his shoulders and said, “My name is Jack; and I live nowhere.”

      The man let his book fall to his side, and mutely appealed to the old gentleman to witness the treatment he was enduring.

      “Come, sir,” be said, “what’s the use in this? We’ll only have to detain you; and that won’t be pleasant for either of us.”

      “Is that a threat” said Jack fiercely.

      “No, sir, There’s no one threatening you. We’re all gentlemen here. I only do my duty, as you understand, sir — none better. What is your name, sir?”

      “My name is Jack. I tell you. Mr Owen Jack.”

      “Oh! I didn’t take it rightly at first. Now your address, sir, please.”

      “I have none. Did you never hear of a man without any home? If the place where 1 slept last night, and where my property is, will do you, you can put care of Mr Charles Sutherland, Beulah, Windsor. Here’s a card for you.”

      “I know Mr Sutherland well, sir,” said the guard, putting up his book.”

      “And by Heaven,” said Jack, vehemently, “if I hear another word of this, I will complain of you for taking half-a-crown from this gentleman and then shutting me and a lady in with him for a whole journey. I believe him to be insane.”

      “Guard,” screamed the old gentleman, quite beside himself. But the guard, disconcerted at Jack’s allusion to the half-crown, hurried away and started the train. Nevertheless the gentleman would not be silenced. “How dare you, sir, speak of me as being insane?” he said.

      “How dare you, sir, grumble at a journey which has only been marred by your own peevishness? I have enjoyed myself greatly. I have enjoyed the sunshine, the scenery, the rhythm of the train, and the company of my fellow travellers — except you, sir; and even your interruptions are no worse than untimely pleasantries. I never enjoyed a journey more in my life.”

      “You are the most impertinent man I ever met, sir.”

      “Precisely my opinion of you, sir. You commenced hostilities; and if you have caught a Tartar you have only yourself to thank.”

      “You broke into my carriage.”

      “Your carriage, sir! My carriage just as much as yours — more so. You are an unsocial person, sir.”

      “Enough said, sir,” said the gentleman. “It does not matter. Enough said, if you please.”

      “Well, sir,” said Jack, more good humoredly, “I apologize. I have been unnaturally repressed for the last three months; and I exploded this morning like a bombshell. The force of the explosion was not quite spent when I met you; and perhaps I had less regard for your seniority than I might have shewn at another time.”

      “My seniority has nothing to do with the question, sir. My age is no concern of yours.”

      “Hush, father,” whispered the lady. “Do not reply to him. It is not dignified.”

      The old gentleman was about to make some angry reply, when the train ran alongside the platform at Paddington, and a porter opened the door, crying, “Ensom or foa’ w’eol, sir.”

      “Get me a hansom, porter.”

      “Right, sir. Luggage, sir?”

      “There is a tin box,” said the lady, “a brown one With the initials M. B. on it.”

      The porter touched his cap and went away. The gentleman got out, and stood wiih his daughter at the carriage door, awaiting the return of the porter. Jack slowly followed, and stood, irresolute, near them, the only person there without business or destination.

      “I wonder what is delaying that fellow with our cab” said the old gentleman, after about fifteen seconds. “The vagabond has been picked up by someone else, and has forgotten us. Are we to stand here all day?”

      “He will be here presently” said Magdalen. “He has not had time—”

      “He has had time to call twenty cabs since. Remain here until I return, Madge. Do you hear?”

      “Yes.” said the girl. He looked severely at her, and walked away towards the luggage van. Her color rose as she looked after him. Meanwhile the porter had placed the box on a cab; and he now returned to Magdalen.

      “This way, Miss, W’ere’s the genlman?” She looked quickly at the porter; then towards the crowd in which her father had disappeared; then, after a moment of painful hesitation, at Jack, who was still standing near.

      “Never mind the gentleman,” she said to the porter: “he is not coming with me.” And as he turned to lead the way to the cab, she pulled off her glove; took a ring from her finger; and addressed Jack with a burning but determined face.

      “I have no money to pay for my cab. Will you give me some in exchange for this ring — a few shillings will be enough? Pray do not delay me. Yes or no?”

      Jack lost only a second in staring amazedly at her before he thrust his hand in his pocket, and drew out a quantity of gold, silver and bronze coin, more than she could grasp with ease. “Keep the ring,” he said. “Away with you.”

      “You must take it,” she said impatiently. “And I do not need all this money.”

      “Thousand thunders!” exclaimed Jack with sudden excitement, “here is your father. Be quick.”

      She looked round, СКАЧАТЬ