The Sunny Side. A. A. Milne
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Название: The Sunny Side

Автор: A. A. Milne

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СКАЧАТЬ all here—thanking you very much for inviting us," I said. "Have a cigar—if you've brought any with you."

      Fortunately he had brought several with him.

      "Now then, I'll give any of you three guesses what it's all about."

      "No, you don't. We're all waiting, and you can begin your apology right away."

      Simpson took a deep breath and began.

      "I've been lent a villa," he said.

      There was a moment's silence … and then Archie got up.

      "Good-bye," he said to Myra, holding out his hand. "Thanks for a very jolly evening. Come along Dahlia."

      "But I say, old chap," protested Simpson.

      "I'm sorry, Simpson, but the fact that you're moving from the Temple to Cricklewood, or wherever it is, and that somebody else is paying the thirty pounds a year, is jolly interesting, but it wasn't good enough to drag us up from the country to tell us about it. You could have written. However, thank you for the cigar."

      "My dear fellow, it isn't Cricklewood. It's the Riviera!"

      Archie sat down again.

      "Samuel!" cried Myra. "How she must love you!"

      "I should never lend Simpson a villa of mine," I said. "He'd only lose it."

      "They're some very old friends who live there, and they're going away for a month, and the servants are staying on, and they suggested that if I was going abroad again this year—"

      "How did the servants know you'd been abroad last year?" asked Archie.

      "Don't interrupt, dear," said Dahlia. "I see what he means. How very jolly for you, Samuel."

      "For all of us, Dahlia!"

      "You aren't suggesting we shall all crowd in?" growled Thomas.

      "Of course, my dear old chap! I told them, and they're delighted. We can share housekeeping expenses, and it will be as cheap as anything."

      "But to go into a stranger's house," said Dahlia anxiously.

      "It's my house, Dahlia, for the time. I invite you!" He threw out his hands in a large gesture of welcome and knocked his coffee-cup on to the carpet; begged Myra's pardon several times; and then sat down again and wiped his spectacles vigorously.

      Archie looked doubtfully at Thomas.

      "Duty, Thomas, duty," he said, thumping his chest. "You can't desert the

       Navy at this moment of crisis."

      "Might," said Thomas, puffing at his pipe.

      Archie looked at me. I looked hopefully at Myra.

      "Oh-h-h!" said Myra, entranced.

      Archie looked at Dahlia. Dahlia frowned.

      "It isn't till February," said Simpson eagerly.

      "It's very kind of you, Samuel," said Dahlia, "but I don't think—"

      Archie nodded to Simpson.

      "You leave this to me," he said confidentially. "We're going."

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      ON THE WAY

      "Toulon," announced Archie, as the train came to a stop and gave out its plaintive, dying whistle. "Naval port of our dear allies, the French. This would interest Thomas."

      "If he weren't asleep," I said.

      "He'll be here directly," said Simpson from the little table for two on the other side of the gangway. "I'm afraid he had a bad night. Here, garçon—er—donnez-moi du café et—er-" But the waiter had slipped past him again—the fifth time.

      "Have some of ours," said Myra kindly, holding out the pot.

      "Thanks very much, Myra, but I may as well wait for Thomas, and—garçon, du café pour—I don't think he'll be—deux cafés, garçon, s'il vous—it's going to be a lovely day."

      Thomas came in quietly, sat down opposite Simpson, and ordered breakfast.

      "Samuel wants some too," said Myra.

      Thomas looked surprised, grunted and ordered another breakfast.

      "You see how easy it is," said Archie. "Thomas, we're at Toulon, where the ententes cordiales come from. You ought to have been up long ago taking notes for the Admiralty."

      "I had a rotten night," said Thomas. "Simpson fell out of bed in the middle of it."

      "Oh, poor Samuel!"

      "You don't mean to say you gave him the top berth?" I asked in surprise.

       "You must have known he'd fall out."

      "But, Thomas dear, surely Samuel's just falling-out-of-bed noise wouldn't wake you up," said Myra. "I always thought you slept so well."

      "He tried to get back into my bed."

      "I was a little dazed," explained Simpson hastily, "and I hadn't got my spectacles."

      "Still you ought to have been able to see Thomas there."

      "Of course I did see him as soon as I got in, and then I remembered I was up above. So I climbed up."

      "It must be rather difficult climbing up at night," thought Dahlia.

      "Not if you get a good take-off, Dahlia," said Simpson earnestly.

      "Simpson got a good one off my face," explained Thomas.

      "My dear old chap, I was frightfully sorry. I did come down at once and tell you how sorry I was, didn't I?"

      "You stepped back on to it," said Thomas shortly, and he turned his attention to the coffee.

      Our table had finished breakfast. Dahlia and Myra got up slowly, and

       Archie and I filled our pipes and followed them out.

      "Well, we'll leave you to it," said Archie to the other table. "Personally, I think it's Thomas's turn to step on Simpson. But don't be long, because there's a good view coming."

      The good view came, and then another and another, and they merged together and became one long, moving panorama of beauty. We stood in the corridor and drank it in … and at intervals we said "Oh-h!" and "Oh, I say!" and "Oh, I say, really!" And there was one particular spot I СКАЧАТЬ