Once a Week. A. A. Milne

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СКАЧАТЬ where her husband could skate. On the point that Peter should come and skate too, however, Archie was firm. While admitting that he loved his infant son, he reminded Dahlia that she couldn't possibly get through Calais and Pontarlier without declaring Peter, and that the duty on this class of goods was remarkably heavy. Peter, therefore, was left behind. He had an army of nurses to look after him, and a stenographer to take down his more important remarks. With a daily bulletin and a record of his table-talk promised her, Dahlia was prepared to be content.

      As for Myra and me, we might have hesitated to take another holiday so soon, had it not been for a letter I received one morning at breakfast.

      "Simpson is going." I said. "He has purchased a pair of skis."

      "That does it," said Myra decisively. And, gurgling happily to herself, she went out and bought a camera.

      For Thomas I can find no excuses. At a moment of crisis he left his country's Navy in jeopardy and, the Admiralty yacht being otherwise engaged, booked a first return from Cook's. And so it was that at four o'clock one day we arrived together at the Hôtel des Angéliques, and some three hours later were settling down comfortably to dinner.

      "I've had a busy time," said Archie. "I've hired a small bob, a luge and a pair of skis for myself, a pair of snow-shoes and some skates for Dahlia, a—a tricycle horse for Simpson, and I don't know what else. All in French."

      "What is the French for a pair of snow-shoes?" asked Myra.

      "I pointed to them in French. The undersized Robert I got at a bargain. The man who hired it last week broke his leg before his fortnight was up, and so there was a reduction of several centimes."

      "I've been busy too," I said. "I've been watching Myra unpack, and telling her where not to put my things."

      "I packed jolly well—except for the accident."

      "An accident to the boot-oil," I explained. "If I get down to my last three shirts you will notice it."

      We stopped eating for a moment in order to drink Dahlia's health. It was Dahlia's health which had sent us there.

      "Who's your friend, Samuel?" said Archie, as Simpson caught somebody's eye at another table and nodded.

      "A fellow I met in the lift," said Simpson casually.

      "Samuel, beware of elevator acquaintances," said Myra in her most solemn manner.

      "He's rather a good chap. He was at Peterhouse with a friend of mine. He was telling me quite a good story about a 'wine' my friend gave there once, when——"

      "Did you tell him about your 'ginger-beers' at Giggleswick?" I interrupted.

      "My dear old chap, he's rather a man to be in with. He knows the President."

      "I thought nobody knew the President of the Swiss Republic," said Myra. "Like the Man in the Iron Mask."

      "Not that President, Myra. The President of the Angéliques Sports Club."

      "Never heard of it," we all said.

      Simpson polished his glasses and prepared delightedly to give an explanation.

      "The Sports Club runs everything here," he began. "It gives you prizes for fancy costumes and skating and so on."

      "Introduce me to the President at once," cooed Myra, patting her hair and smoothing down her frock.

      "Even if you were the Treasurer's brother," said Archie, "you wouldn't get a prize for skating, Simpson."

      "You've never seen him do a rocking seventeen, sideways."

      Simpson looked at us pityingly.

      "There's a lot more in it than that," he said. "The President will introduce you to anybody. One might see—er—somebody one rather liked the look of, and—er—— Well, I mean in an hotel one wants to enter into the hotel life and—er—meet other people."

      "Who is she?" said Myra.

      "Anybody you want to marry must be submitted to Myra for approval first," I said. "We've told you so several times."

      Simpson hastily disclaimed any intention of marrying anybody, and helped himself lavishly to champagne.

      It so happened that I was the first of our party to meet the President, an honour which, perhaps, I hardly deserved. While Samuel was seeking tortuous introductions to him through friends of Peterhouse friends of his, the President and I fell into each other's arms in the most natural way.

      It occurred like this. There was a dance after dinner; and Myra, not satisfied with my appearance, sent me upstairs to put some gloves on. (It is one of the penalties of marriage that one is always being sent upstairs.) With my hands properly shod I returned to the ball-room, and stood for a moment in a corner while I looked about for her. Suddenly I heard a voice at my side.

      "Do you want a partner?" it said.

      I turned, and knew that I was face to face with the President.

      "Well——" I began.

      "You are a new-comer, aren't you? I expect you don't know many people. If there is anybody you would like to dance with——"

      I looked round the room. It was too good a chance to miss.

      "I wonder," I said. "That girl over there—in the pink frock—just putting up her fan——"

      He almost embraced me.

      "I congratulate you on your taste," he said. "Excellent! Come with me."

      He went over to the girl in the pink dress, I at his heels.

      "Er—may I introduce?" he said. "Mr.—er—er—yes, this is Miss—er—yes. H'r'm." Evidently he didn't know her name.

      "Thank you," I said to him. He nodded and left us. I turned to the girl in the pink frock. She was very pretty.

      "May I have this dance?" I asked. "I've got my gloves on," I added.

      She looked at me gravely, trying hard not to smile.

      "You may," said Myra.

II.—THE OPENING RUN

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      With a great effort Simpson strapped his foot securely into a ski and turned doubtfully to Thomas.

      "Thomas," he said, "how do you know which foot is which?"

      "It depends whose," said Thomas. He was busy tying a large rucksack of lunch on to himself, and was in no mood for Samuel's ball-room chatter.

      "You've got one ski on one foot," I said. "Then the other ski goes on the foot you've got over. I should have thought you would have seen that."

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