nothing but walk. Walk all day long. One drink a day with my mother at tea.â
Bill had gone into the bar. He was standing talking with Brett, who was sitting on a high stool, her legs crossed. She had no stockings on.
âItâs good to see you, Jake,â Michael said. âIâm a little tight you know. Amazing, isnât it? Did you see my nose?â
There was a patch of dried blood on the bridge of his nose.
âAn old ladyâs bags did that,â Mike said. âI reached up to help her with them and they fell on me.â
Brett gestured at him from the bar with her cigarette-holder and wrinkled the corners of her eyes.
âAn old lady,â said Mike. âHer bags
fell
on me. Letâs go in and see Brett. I say, she is a piece. You
are
a lovely lady, Brett. Where did you get that hat?â
âChap bought it for me. Donât you like it?â
âItâs a dreadful hat. Do get a good hat.â
âOh, weâve so much money now,â Brett said. âI say, havenât you met Bill yet? You
are
a lovely host, Jake.â
She turned to Mike. âThis is Bill Gorton. This drunkard is Mike Campbell. Mr. Campbell is an undischarged bankrupt.â
âArenât I, though? You know I met my ex-partner yesterday in London. Chap who did me in.â
âWhat did he say?â
âBought me a drink. I thought I might as well take it. I say, Brett, you
are
a lovely piece. Donât you think sheâs beautiful?â
âBeautiful. With this nose?â
âItâs a lovely nose. Go on, point it at me. Isnât she a lovely piece?â
âCouldnât we have kept the man in Scotland?â
âI say, Brett, letâs turn in early.â
âDonât be indecent, Michael. Remember there are ladies at this bar.â
âIsnât she a lovely piece? Donât you think so, Jake?â
âThereâs a fight tonight,â Bill said. âLike to go?â
âFight,â said Mike. âWhoâs fighting?â
âLedoux and somebody.â
âHeâs very good, Ledoux,â Mike said. âIâd like to see it, ratherââhe was making an effort to pull himself togetherââbut I canât go. I had a date with this thing here. I say, Brett, do get a new hat.â
Brett pulled the felt hat down far over one eye and smiled out from under it. âYou two run along to the fight. Iâll have to be taking Mr. Campbell home directly.â
âIâm not tight,â Mike said. âPerhaps just a little. I say, Brett, you are a lovely piece.â
âGo on to the fight,â Brett said. âMr. Campbellâs getting difficult. What are these outbursts of affection, Michael?â
âI say, you are a lovely piece.â
We said good-night. âIâm sorry I canât go,â Mike said. Brett laughed. I looked back from the door. Mike had one hand on the bar and was leaning toward Brett, talking. Brett was looking at him quite coolly, but the corners of her eyes were smiling.
Outside on the pavement I said: âDo you want to go to the fight?â
âSure,â said Bill. âIf we donât have to walk.â
âMike was pretty excited about his girlfriend,â I said in the taxi.
âWell,â said Bill. âYou canât blame him such a hell of a lot.â
Chapter IX
The Ledoux-Kid Francis fight was the night of the 20th of June. It was a good fight. The morning after the fight I had a letter from Robert Cohn, written from Hendaye. He was having a very quiet time, he said, bathing, playing some golf and much bridge. Hendaye had a splendid beach, but he was anxious to start on the fishing trip. When would I be down? If I would buy him a double-tapered line he would pay me when I came down.
That same morning I wrote Cohn from the office that Bill and I would leave Paris on the 25th unless I