whoopee, donât we? No business.â He clapped his hands and stared round at the pillars. âWaiter, whereâs the waiter? A bottle of wine. You want some more wine, donât you, Margaret? Of course. Marianne? Aristide?â They all licked their lips and agreed under their breaths. Aristide alone said in a businesslike tone, âWeâve got enough, Henri.â
âEnough? Enough! Two bottles of wine for four people. Youâre not going to go back on me, Margaret? I want to have fun tonight. I come to Paris to have fun. Come on, darling, say youâll drink some more wine? You will. Waiter! More wine. Another bottle.â
âCertainly.â
Léon looked round the table grandly, with satisfaction. Aristide said, bending over his plate and cutting a great hunk of meat, âBertillon makes fortunes for himself at Deauville and on the stock exchange: heâs luckyââ
âDonât talk about Bertillon,â commanded Léon cheerfully: âletâs talk about me. I want to be with my friends tonight. Whatâll we do afterwards? Eh? A cabaret. The Scheherazade? Iâve got four tickets. A girl there gave them to me. Four tickets and champagne free. She gave me four. Weâll go to the Scheherazade.â
They ate dumbly while he looked round, searching for fresh horizons to beam upon. He leaned forward. âAh, I tell you, Marianne, Alfonso XIII has to go. They all have to go: all the tyrants. Thatâs what my heart tells me. No oppression. You can make more money under socialism. And if you couldnât, Iâd still want it ⦠Money-making isnât all of life. My life would be empty if there were only money-making in it. I tell you, Margaret, if I thought my life was going to end like that, Iâd go and throw a bomb at one of the men who are oppressing people. A man canât go out like that. You light a gas flame, it sings and suddenly it goes out. Thereâs no more money in the meter. Do I want to be like that? I get sad, Margaret, when I think that my life is empty.â He got gayer. âNo, Margaret, I canât end like that. Iâve got to be famous, Margaret: by James, Iâll be famous, Iâll make my name known, even I have to throw a bomb and killâGeorge Vâno heâs too grayâkill Mussolini and free his people.â He looked tenderly at them all. âEh, Marianne, did you know I felt like that? No, Marianne, I canât just be put back into a box after having been out all over the table, like a pack of cards.â He looked around. âMy, what a pretty girl! Donât they have pretty girls here. Hé , Miss!â The girl smiled and approached with her tray of cigarettes. âWhat do you want, Margaret? Abdullas, Abdullas, Marianne? Iâll buy you all cigarettes. Have you got any small Abdullas, Miss? These, these, no these, havenât you got any smallerâthere you are, Margaret. Youâre too pretty to be working here, Miss. Bring me some cigars, will you?â She went off smiling. He whispered gigantically, âI say, sheâs a pretty girl: um, isnât she? Isnât she a pretty girl? What do you think? Say, theyâre pretty smart, arenât they? Nothing but pretty girls here. Look at the other one: not so bad. Poor girl, I bet she has to work hard.â
They smiled suitably. The girl approached again. It must not be forgotten that theoretically Margaret Weyman had approached Léon on a business proposition. Léon said, âHey, Miss, whatâs a pretty girl like you doing here? You ought to be in the chorus. Arenât you in the chorus? Why arenât you?â
The girl dallied, with aplomb but without conviction. âWhy, I never thought about it, sir.â
âYouâre too pretty to be working here. You work pretty hard, eh? When do you get off?â
The girl said with a quiet dignity, her eyes having summed up the other
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