interlude(玛丽罗茨莱因哈特惊人的幕间表演)-第7部分
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Perhaps he could help her。 He would give himself the pleasure of calling
on her very soon。
Sara Lee got on the train and rode up to London。 She said to herself
over and over： 〃This is England。 I am really in England。〃 But it did not
remove the sense of unreality。 Even the English grass； bright green in
midwinter； only added to the sense of unreality。
She tried； sitting in the strange train with its small compartments； to
think of Harvey。 She looked at her ring and tried to recall some of the
tender things he had said to her。 But Harvey eluded her。 She could not hear
his voice。 And when she tried to see him it was Harvey of the wide face
and the angry eyes of the last days that she saw。
Morley's comforted her。 The man at the door had been there for forty
years； and was beyond surprise。 He had her story in twenty…four hours；
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and in forty…eight he was her slave。 The elderly chambermaid mothered
her； and failed to report that Sara Lee was doing a small washing in her
room and had pasted handkerchiefs over the ancient walnut of her
wardrobe。
〃Going over； are you？〃 she said。 〃Dear me； what courage you've got；
miss！ They tell me things is horrible over there。〃
〃That's why I'm going；〃 replied Sara Lee； and insisted on helping to
make up the bed。
〃It's easier when two do it；〃 she said casually。
Mr。 Travers put in a fretful twenty…four hours before he came to see
her。 He lunched at Brooks'； and astounded an elderly member of the House
by putting her problem to him。
〃A young girl！〃 exclaimed the M。 P。 〃Why； deuce take it； it's no place
for a young girl。〃
〃An American；〃 explained Mr。 Travers uncomfortably。 〃 She's
perfectly able to look after herself。〃
〃Probably a correspondent in disguise。 They'll go to any lengths。〃
〃She's not a correspondent。〃
〃Let her stay in Boulogne。 There's work there in the hospitals。〃
〃She's not a nurse。 She's a … well； she's a cook。 Or so she says。〃
The M。 P。 stared at Mr。 Travers； and Mr。 Travers stared back defiantly。
〃What in the name of God is she going to cook？〃
〃Soup；〃 said Mr。 Travers in a voice of suppressed irritation。 〃She's got
a little money； and she wants to establish a soup kitchen behind the
Belgian trenches on a line of communication。 I suppose；〃 he continued
angrily； 〃even you will admit that the Belgian Army needs all the soup it
can get。〃
〃I don't approve of women near the lines。〃
〃Neither do I。 But I'm exceedingly glad that a few of them have the
courage to go there。〃
〃What's she going to make soup out of？〃
〃I'm not a cooking expert。 But I know her and I fancy she'll manage。〃
It ended by the M。 P。 agreeing to use his influence with the War Office
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to get Sara Lee to France。 He was very unwilling。 The spy question was
looming large those days。 Even the Red Cross had unwittingly spread its
protection over more than one German agent。 The lines were being drawn
in。
〃I may possibly get her to France。 I don't know； of course；〃 he said in
that ungracious tone in which an Englishman often grants a favor which he
will go to any amount of trouble to do。 〃After that it's up to her。〃
Mr。 Travers reflected rather grimly that after that it was apparently up
to him。
Sara Lee sat in her room at Morley's Hotel and looked out at the life of
London … policemen with chin straps； schoolboys in high silk hats and
Eton suits； the hats generally in disreputable condition； clerks dressed as
men at home dressed for Easter Sunday church； and men in uniforms。
Only a fair sprinkling of these last； in those early days。 On the first
afternoon there was a military funeral。 A regiment of Scots； in kilts； came
swinging down from the church of St。 Martin in the Fields； tall and
wonderful men； grave and very sad。 Behind them； on a gun carriage； was
the body of their officer； with the British flag over the casket and his
sword and cap on the top。
Sara Lee cried bitterly。 It was not until they had gone that she
remembered that Harvey had always called the Scots men in women's
petticoats。 She felt a thrill of shame for him； and no amount of looking at
his picture seemed to help。
Mr。 Travers called the second afternoon and was received by August at
the door as an old friend。
〃She's waiting in there；〃 he said。 〃Very nice young lady； sir。 Very kind
to everybody。〃
Mr。 Travers found her by a window looking out。 There was a recruiting
meeting going on in Trafalgar Square； the speakers standing on the
monument。 Now and then there was a cheer； and some young fellow
sheepishly offered himself。 Sara Lee was having a mad desire to go over
and offer herself too。 Because； she reflected； she had been in London
almost two days； and she was as far from France as ever。 Not knowing； of
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course； that three months was a fair time for the slow methods then in
vogue。
There was a young man in the room； but Sara Lee had not noticed him。
He was a tall； very blond young man； in a dark…blue Belgian uniform with
a quaint cap which allowed a gilt tassel to drop over his forehead。 He sat
on a sofa； curling up the ends of a very small mustache； his legs； in cavalry
boots； crossed and extending a surprising distance beyond the sofa。
The lights were up now； beyond the back drop； the stage darkened。 A
new scene with a vengeance； a scene laid in strange surroundings； with
men； whole men and wounded men and spying men … and Sara Lee and
this young Belgian； whose name was Henri and whose other name；
because of what he suffered and what be did； we may not know。
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CHAPTER IV
Henri sat on his sofa and watched Sara Lee。 Also he shamelessly
listened to the conversation； not because he meant to be an eavesdropper
but because he liked Sara Lee's voice。 He had expected a highly inflected
British voice； and instead here was something entirely different … that is；
Sara Lee's endeavor to reconcile the English 〃a〃 with her normal western
Pennsylvania pronunciation。 She did it quite unintentionally； but she had a
good ear and it was difficult； for instance； to say 〃rather〃 when Mr。
Travers said 〃rawther。〃
Henri had a good ear too。 And the man he was waiting for did not
come。 Also he had been to school in England and spoke English rather
better than most British。 So he heard a conversation like this； the gaps
being what he lost：
MR。 TRAVERS： … to France； anyhow。 After that …
SARA LEE： Awfully sorry to be … But what shall I do if I do get over？
The chambermaid up… stairs … very difficult。
MR。 TRAVERS： The proper and sensible thing is … home。
SARA LEE： To America？ But I haven't done anything yet。
Henri knew that she was an American。 He also realized that she was
on the verge of tears。 He glared at poor Mr。 Travers； who was doing his
best； and lighted a French cigarette。
〃There must be some way；〃 said Sara Lee。 〃If they need help … and I
have read you Mabel Andrews' letter … then I should think they'd be glad to
send me。〃
〃They would be； of course；〃 he said。 〃But the fact is … there's been
some trouble about spies； and …〃
Henri's eyes narrowed。
〃Spies！ And they think I'm a spy？〃
〃My dear child；〃 remonstrated Mr。 Travers； slightly exasperated；
〃they're not thinking about you at all。 The War Office has never heard of
you。 It's a general rule。〃
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Sara Lee was not placated。
〃Let them cable home and find out about me。 I can give them
references。 Why； all sorts of prominent people are sending me money。
They must trust me； or they wouldn't。〃
There were no gaps for Henri now。 Sara Lee did not care who heard
her； and even Mr。 Travers had slightly raised his voice。 Henri wa
