And Sir William is taking a villa there for
theseason.
And yearn over the dear fellow American tourists
that happen to berich! An incessant, nerve-cracking,irritating, exhilarating
blat-blat-blat of nervous little motorhorns.
It had not been easy for Sam to get used to reading
in the lounge,to dressing his mind in public. He watched them in cafes, at the
theater, in shops, in trains toTours and Versailles.
And so Samand Fran were alone in a compartment,
safe again till Paris. Im neither panning you, as you so elegantlyput it, nor am I
trying to mother you.
And Sir William is taking a villa there for
theseason. Sam knew that itwas all right, but he didnt believe it.
Thats what she still is; shesstill a
girl!
Paris is one of the largest, and certainly it is
the pleasantest,of modern American cities.
Fran slipped across the room to the
bottle-green-and-goldendictionary on the flimsy desk. He was reputed to be fifty
years old,and he looked anywhere from twenty-five to a hundred. In every phase Fran
was as incalculable about sight-seeing asabout liking his business
associates.
They arent soawfully novel and startling to me! Sam
chuckled, Say, I guess Ill have to learn the French for twophrases: How much? By
himself, he would doubtless have registered and takenmeekly whatever room was given
him. Theyre going toput a new heating plant in the Lincoln School. He was as pleased
as a side-streetnobody when in his newspaper he sees the name of a man he
knows.
I know I had half a package of Gold Flakes left,
and some Camels,he muttered, as he searched. But he had one comfort, given to him by
his wife.
And without exception they talk of the Rate of
Exchange. Mathieu looked at her with a most superior intelligence:Oh yez. A man with
a long blond mustache and a monocle strolled past. The cafe seemedto Sam less
related to Paris than he was himself.
His encircling arms said more, and he nestled her
head on hisshoulder while she sobbed:I know.
Two priests over glasses of beer at a
cafe.
Or else I WILL be asking youto go out and shoot
him, and the law here is so prejudiced! He had a notion of finding the English vicar
to whom he hadlistened on the Channel steamer.
And he could not understand these Frenchmen. It had
not been easy for Sam to get used to reading in the lounge,to dressing his mind in
public. This town knows a lot, said Samuel Dodsworth ofZenith. She smiled at him;
she let him off and didnt even rebuke him forhis Americanism. Iguess its perfectly
true: I never could become European. Nobodys hired us to comehere and be
stylish!
The fake artists Paris, very literary and drunk and
fullof theories. But now its filled with Jews and Americans andunmarried couples and
even Germans! But you sat in a cafe yesterday, and enjoyed it.
Nobodys hired us to comehere and be stylish!
Mathieu looked at her with a most superior intelligence:Oh yez.