The Intrusion of Jimmy. Пелам Гренвилл Вудхаус
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Название: The Intrusion of Jimmy

Автор: Пелам Гренвилл Вудхаус

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      "And this was the tenth?"

      "She was in the first-cabin," said Jimmy.

      Mifflin clutched his forehead.

      "Wait!" he cried. "This reminds me of something—something in Shakespeare. Romeo and ​Juliet? No. I've got it—Pyramus and Thisbe."

      "I don't see the slightest resemblance."

      "Read your 'Midsummer Night's Dream.' 'Pyramus and Thisbe,' says the story, 'did talk through the chink of a wall,'" quoted Mifflin.

      "We didn't."

      "Don't be so literal. You talked across a railing."

      "We didn't."

      "Do you mean to say you didn't talk at all?"

      "We didn't say a single word."

      Mifflin shook his head sadly.

      "I give you up," he said. "I thought you were a man of enterprise. What did you do?"

      Jimmy sighed softly.

      "I used to stand and smoke against the railing opposite the barber's shop, and she used to walk round the deck."

      "And you used to stare at her?"

      "I would look in her direction sometimes," corrected Jimmy, with dignity.

      "Don't quibble! You stared at her. You behaved like a common rubber-neck, and you know it. I am no prude, James, but I feel compelled to say that I consider your conduct that of a libertine. Used she to walk alone?"

      "Generally."

      "And, now, you love her, eh? You went on board that ship happy, careless, heart-free. You came off it grave and saddened. Thenceforth, for you, the

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      world could contain but one woman, and her you had lost."

      Mifflin groaned in a hollow and bereaved manner, and took a sip from his glass to buoy him up.

      Jimmy moved restlessly on the sofa.

      "Do you believe in love at first sight?" he asked, fatuously. He was in the mood when a man says things, the memory of which makes him wake up hot all over for nights to come.

      "I don't see what first sight's got to do with it," said Mifflin. "According to your own statement, you stood and glared at the girl for five days without letting up for a moment. I can quite imagine that you might glare yourself into love with anyone by the end of that time."

      "I can't see myself settling down," said Jimmy, thoughtfully. "And, until you feel that you want to settle down, I suppose you can't be really in love."

      "I was saying practically that about you at the club just before you came in. My somewhat neat expression was that you were one of the gypsies of the world."

      "By George, you're quite right!"

      "I always am."

      "I suppose it's having nothing to do. When I was on the News, I was never like this."

      "You weren't on the News long enough to get tired of it."

      "I feel now I can't stay in a place more than a ​week. It's having this money that does it, I suppose."

      "New York," said Mifflin, "is full of obliging persons who will be delighted to relieve you of the incubus. Well, James, I shall leave you. I feel more like bed now. By the way, I suppose you lost sight of this girl when you landed?"

      "Yes."

      "Well, there aren't so many girls in the United States—only twenty million. Or is it forty million? Something small. All you've got to do is to search around a bit. Good-night."

      "Good-night."

      Mr. Mifflin clattered down the stairs. A minute later, the sound of his name being called loudly from the street brought Jimmy to the window. Mifflin was standing on the pavement below, looking up.

      "Jimmy."

      "What's the matter now?"

      "I forgot to ask. Was she a blonde?"

      "What?"

      "Was she a blonde?" yelled Mifflin.

      "No," snapped Jimmy.

      "Dark, eh?" bawled Mifflin, making night hideous.

      "Yes," said Jimmy, shutting the window.

      "Jimmy!"

      The window went up again.

      "Well?"

      "Me for blondes!"

      ​"Go to bed!"

      "Very well. Good-night."

      "Good-night."

      Jimmy withdrew his head, and sat down in the chair Mifflin had vacated. A moment later, he rose, and switched off the light. It was pleasanter to sit and think in the dark. His thoughts wandered off in many channels, but always came back to the girl on the Lusitania. It was absurd, of course. He didn't wonder that Arthur Mifflin had treated the thing as a joke. Good old Arthur! Glad he had made a success! But was it a joke? Who was it that said, the point of a joke is like the point of a needle, so small that it is apt to disappear entirely when directed straight at oneself? If anybody else had told him such a limping romance, he would have laughed himself. Only, when you are the center of a romance, however limping, you see it from a different angle. Of course, told badly, it was absurd. He could see that. But something away at the back of his mind told him that it was not altogether absurd. And yet—love didn't come like that, in a flash. You might just as well expect a house to spring into being in a moment, or a ship, or an automobile, or a table, or a—He sat up with a jerk. In another instant, he would have been asleep.

      He thought of bed, but bed seemed a long way off—the deuce of a way. Acres of carpet to be crawled over, and then the dickens of a climb at the end of it. Besides, undressing! Nuisance—undressing. That ​was a nice dress the girl had worn on the fourth day out. Tailor-made. He liked tailor-mades. He liked all her dresses. He liked her. Had she liked him? So hard to tell if you don't get a chance of speaking! She was dark. Arthur liked blondes, Arthur was a fool! Good old Arthur! Glad he had made a success! Now, he could marry if he liked! If he wasn't so restless, if he didn't feel that he couldn't stop more than a day in any place! But would the girl have him? If they had never spoken, it made it so hard to—

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