第34章 A BLAZE.(1)
"Max,you silly devil,you'll break your neck if you go careering down the slide that way.Drop it,and come to the Club House with me and get some coffee.""I've had enough for to-day.I'm damp all through.There,give us a cigarette,Victor,old man.When are you going home?""Not for another hour.It's fine this afternoon,and I'm getting into decent shape.Look out,get off the track;here comes Fraulein Winkel.
Damned elegant the way she manages her sleigh!""I'm cold all through.That's the worst of this place--the mists--it's a damp cold.Here,Forman,look after this sleigh--and stick it somewhere so that I can get it without looking through a hundred and fifty others to-morrow morning."
They sat down at a small round table near the stove and ordered coffee.
Victor sprawled in his chair,patting his little brown dog Bobo and looking,half laughingly,at Max.
"What's the matter,my dear?Isn't the world being nice and pretty?""I want my coffee,and I want to put my feet into my pocket--they're like stones.Nothing to eat,thanks--the cake is like underdone india-rubber here."Fuchs and Wistuba came and sat at their table.Max half turned his back and stretched his feet out to the oven.The three other men all began talking at once--of the weather--of the record slide--of the fine condition of the Wald See for skating.
Suddenly Fuchs looked at Max,raised his eyebrows and nodded across to Victor,who shook his head.
"Baby doesn't feel well,"he said,feeding the brown dog with broken lumps of sugar,"and nobody's to disturb him--I'm nurse.""That's the first time I've ever known him off colour,"said Wistuba.
"I've always imagined he had the better part of this world that could not be taken away from him.I think he says his prayers to the dear Lord for having spared him being taken home in seven basketsful to-night.It's a fool's game to risk your all that way and leave the nation desolate.""Dry up,"said Max."You ought to be wheeled about on the snow in a perambulator.""Oh,no offence,I hope.Don't get nasty.How's your wife,Victor?""She's not at all well.She hurt her head coming down the slide with Max on Sunday.I told her to stay at home all day.""I'm sorry.Are you other fellows going back to the town or stopping on here?"Fuchs and Victor said they were stopping--Max did not answer,but sat motionless while the men paid for their coffee and moved away.Victor came back a moment and put a hand on his shoulder.
"If you're going right back,my dear,I wish you'd look Elsa up and tell her I won't be in till late.And feed with us to-night at Limpold,will you?And take some hot grog when you get in.""Thanks,old fellow,I'm all right.Going back now."He rose,stretched himself,buttoned on his heavy coat and lighted another cigarette.
From the door Victor watched him plunging through the heavy snow--head bent--hands thrust in his pockets--he almost appeared to be running through the heavy snow towards the town.
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Someone came stamping up the stairs--paused at the door of her sitting-room,and knocked.
"Is that you,Victor?"she called.
"No,it is I.can I come in?"
"Of course.Why,what a Santa Claus!Hang your coat on the landing and shake yourself over the banisters.Had a good time?"The room was full of light and warmth.Elsa,in a white velvet tea-gown,lay curled up on the sofa--a book of fashions on her lap,a box of creams beside her.
The curtains were not yet drawn before the windows and a blue light shone through,and the white boughs of the trees sprayed across.
A woman's room--full of flowers and photographs and silk pillows--the floor smothered in rugs--an immense tiger-skin under the piano--just the head protruding--sleepily savage.
"It was good enough,"said Max."Victor can't be in till late.He told me to come up and tell you."He started walking up and down--tore off his gloves and flung them on the table.
"Don't do that,Max,"said Elsa,"you get on my nerves.And I've got a headache to-day;I'm feverish and quite flushed.Don't I look flushed?"He paused by the window and glanced at her a moment over his shoulder.
"No,"he said;"I didn't notice it."
"Oh,you haven't looked at me properly,and I've got a new tea-gown on,too."She pulled her skirts together and patted a little place on the couch.
"Come along and sit by me and tell me why you're being naughty."But,standing by the window,he suddenly flung his arm across his eyes.