As Harold Farrington listened, his face had not changed. When she had finished, he took out a small book and began to write in it. Then he pulled out the small page with his writing on it |вытащил листок с какими-тоегозаписями|, and gave it to her. And he took the dollar from her hand.
“I go to work too, tomorrow morning,” he said. “And I decided to begin now. That paper says you’ve paid your dollar for this week. I’ve been working for O’Dowd and Levinsky for three years. Strange, isn’t it? We both had the same idea. I always wanted to stay at a good hotel. I get twenty dollars a week. Like you, I put aside a little money at a time, until I had enough. Listen, Mamie. Will you go to the pleasure park on Coney Island with me on pay day?” |в какой-нибудь из рабочих дней|
The girl who had been Madame Héloise D’Arcy Beaumont smiled.
“I’d love to go, Mr. Farrington. Coney will be all right, although we did live here |хотя мы ижили| with rich people for a week.”
They could hear the night noises of the hot city. Inside the Hotel Lotus it was cool. The waiter stood near, ready to get anything they asked for.
Madame Beaumont started up to her room for the last time.
And he said, “Forget that ‘Harold Farrington,’ will you? McManus is the name—James McManus. Some call me Jimmy.”
“Good night, Jimmy,” said Madame.
The Count |Граф| and the Wedding Guest
Andy Donovan had his dinner each evening in the house on Second Avenue where he lived in a furnished room |в арендованной меблированной комнате|. One evening at dinner he met a new guest, a young lady, Miss Conway.
Miss Conway was small and quiet. She was wearing a plain brown dress. She seemed interested in very little |мало что ее интересовало| except her dinner, and her dinner did not interest her very much. She looked up at Mr. Donovan and spoke his name, and then began to eat again.
Mr. Donovan had a smile that everyone liked. He smiled at her and then thought no more |и больше не думал| about her.
Two weeks later Andy was sitting outside the house enjoying the cool evening. He heard a movement behind him. He turned his head, and could not turn it back |отвернуться| again.
Coming out of the door was Miss Conway. She was wearing a night-black dress of soft, thin cloth. Her hat was black. She was putting black gloves on her hands.