The Complete Works of George Bernard Shaw. GEORGE BERNARD SHAW

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СКАЧАТЬ you without a character,” said Miss Wilson, amused by his scrap of Euclid, and wondering where he had picked it up.

      “I bear the best of characters, lady. The reverend rector has known me from a boy.”

      “I was speaking to him about you yesterday,” said Miss Wilson, looking hard at him, “and he says you are a perfect stranger to him.”

      “Gentlemen is so forgetful,” said Smilash sadly. “But I alluded to my native rector — meaning the rector of my native village, Auburn. ‘Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain,’ as the gentleman called it.”

      “That was not the name you mentioned to Mr. Fairholme. I do not recollect what name you gave, but it was not Auburn, nor have I ever heard of any such place.”

      “Never read of sweet Auburn!”

      “Not in any geography or gazetteer. Do you recollect telling me that you have been in prison?”

      “Only six times,” pleaded Smilash, his features working convulsively. “Don’t bear too hard on a common man. Only six times, and all through drink. But I have took the pledge, and kep’ it faithful for eighteen months past.”

      Miss Wilson now set down the man as one of those keen, half-witted country fellows, contemptuously styled originals, who unintentionally make themselves popular by flattering the sense of sanity in those whose faculties are better adapted to circumstances.

      “You have a bad memory, Mr. Smilash,” she said goodhumoredly. “You never give the same account of yourself twice.”

      “I am well aware that I do not express myself with exactability. Ladies and gentlemen have that power over words that they can always say what they mean, but a common man like me can’t. Words don’t come natural to him. He has more thoughts than words, and what words he has don’t fit his thoughts. Might I take a turn with the roller, and make myself useful about the place until nightfall, for ninepence?”

      Miss Wilson, who was expecting more than her usual Saturday visitors, considered the proposition and assented. “And remember,” she said, “that as you are a stranger here, your character in Lyvern depends upon the use you make of this opportunity.”

      “I am grateful to your noble ladyship. May your ladyship’s goodness sew up the hole which is in the pocket where I carry my character, and which has caused me to lose it so frequent. It’s a bad place for men to keep their characters in; but such is the fashion. And so hurray for the glorious nineteenth century!”

      He took off his coat, seized the roller, and began to pull it with an energy foreign to the measured millhorse manner of the accustomed laborer. Miss Wilson looked doubtfully at him, but, being in haste, went indoors without further comment. The girls mistrusting his eccentricity, kept aloof. Agatha determined to have another and better look at him. Racket in hand, she walked slowly across the grass and came close to him just as he, unaware of her approach, uttered a groan of exhaustion and sat down to rest.

      “Tired already, Mr. Smilash?” she said mockingly.

      He looked up deliberately, took off one of his washleather gloves, fanned himself with it, displaying a white and fine hand, and at last replied, in the tone and with the accent of a gentleman:

      “Very.”

      Agatha recoiled. He fanned himself without the least concern.

      “You — you are not a laborer,” she said at last.

      “Obviously not.”

      “I thought not.”

      He nodded.

      “Suppose I tell on you,” she said, growing bolder as she recollected that she was not alone with him.

      “If you do I shall get out of it just as I got out of the half-crowns, and Miss Wilson will begin to think that you are mad.”

      “Then I really did not give you the seven and sixpence,” she said, relieved.

      “What is your own opinion?” he answered, taking three pennies from his pocket, jingling them in his palm. “What is your name?”

      “I shall not tell you,” said Agatha with dignity.

      He shrugged his shoulders. “Perhaps you are right,” he said. “I would not tell you mine if you asked me.”

      “I have not the slightest intention of asking you.”

      “No? Then Smilash shall do for you, and Agatha will do for me.”

      “You had better take care.”

      “Of what?”

      “Of what you say, and — are you not afraid of being found out?”

      “I am found out already — by you, and I am none the worse.”

      “Suppose the police find you out!”

      “Not they. Besides, I am not hiding from the police. I have a right to wear corduroy if I prefer it to broadcloth. Consider the advantages of it! It has procured me admission to Alton College, and the pleasure of your acquaintance. Will you excuse me if I go on with my rolling, just to keep up appearances? I can talk as I roll.”

      “You may, if you are fond of soliloquizing,” she said, turning away as he rose.

      “Seriously, Agatha, you must not tell the others about me.”

      “Do not call me Agatha,” she said impetuously. “What shall I call you, then?”

      “You need not address me at all.”

      “I need, and will. Don’t be ill-natured.”

      “But I don’t know you. I wonder at your—” she hesitated at the word which occurred to her, but, being unable to think of a better one, used it— “at your cheek.”

      He laughed, and she watched him take a couple of turns with the roller. Presently, refreshing himself by a look at her, he caught her looking at him, and smiled. His smile was commonplace in comparison with the one she gave him in return, in which her eyes, her teeth, and the golden grain in her complexion seemed to flash simultaneously. He stopped rolling immediately, and rested his chin on the handle of the roller.

      “If you neglect your work,” said she maliciously, “you won’t have the grass ready when the people come.”

      “What people?” he said, taken aback.

      “Oh, lots of people. Most likely some who know you. There are visitors coming from London: my guardian, my guardianess, their daughter, my mother, and about a hundred more.”

      “Four in all. What are they coming for? To see you?”

      “To take me away,” she replied, watching for signs of disappointment on his part.

      They were at once forthcoming. “What the deuce are they going to take you away for?” he said. “Is your education finished?”

      “No. СКАЧАТЬ