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Tell the story as if you were a) the local doctor; b) the man from the furniture shop.


NIGEL BALCHIN*

AT DOVER1

In travelling home from Florence it is usual to go to Pisa, and there to change on to the Rome Express. In fact, there is (or was) a carriage which runs all the way from Florence, but you will be told that it is reserved for Very important People.

Too much notice should not be taken of this. Nearly every seat in an Italian train is always reserved for Important People or for men who lost a limb2 in the war. But very few of them ever seem to travel much, and personally I have never found this carriage from Florence so crowded with great men that it could not take me.

On the particular occasion that I speak of, it also took Miss Bradley, who certainly did not look important. She look­ed more like an out-of-work nurse, and I only noticed her because of her surprising ugliness. She was a rather large, heavy woman of about thirty-five, with a big red nose, and steel-framed3 glasses; and she had one of those unpleasant skin-diseases which had covered her face with spots. It is an im­portant part of this story that I really very much disliked looking at Miss Bradley.

It is equally important that later on, when I went to the, dining car, Miss Bradley was already seated, and the man who was attending to us placed me opposite her.

Meals on the Rome Express take a long time. This one seemed to go on for ever, and I could not help noticing that Miss Bradley found it all very difficult.

If you are English, it is almost impossible4 to speak Ital­ian or French on these occasions, because the waiters are anxious to practice their English on you. The waiter who served us spoke quite good English. Yet Miss Bradley was de-

* Balchin, Nigel (1908 —), an English writer. Among his more important works are Mine Own Executioner The Small Back Room.

 


-termined to order her food in unbelievably bad schoolgirl French, though she was red in the face when she did so, and plainly very ashamed.

I had the greatest difficulty myself in understanding what she said, and the waiter soon gave it up and brought her whatever he had ready. One was forced to believe that Miss Bradley was not only very ugly, but very stupid too.

I think we may have exchanged half a dozen wordsatdinner, when passing the sugar or the bread to one another. It is difficult to dine endlessly opposite somebody without making a few polite sounds. But they were certainly all that we exchanged, and after we left the dining car I did not see Miss Bradley again until we reached Calais.5

She was then trying very hard to get out of the train at Calais Town, where we stopped for a moment, and a man was trying equally hard to explain that she must get out at Calais Port,

This time I certainly spoke to Miss Bradley. I said, "It's the next stop. This is Calais Town." And Miss Bradley, with a red face, said, "Oh, I see. Thank you."

And then, when we reached the sea, we really began toknow each other, and it was my fault. There were plenty of porters to carry the bags, and f called one from the window of the train without difficulty. But as I got out I saw Miss Bradley standing on the station platform. She had two large very old cardboard suit-cases, one of which seemed to be held together by a thick string.

She was standing there saying "Porter!" rather weakly and the stream of porters was dividing round her, and passing her by, like water dividing past a rock, looking for richer people.

It was at this moment I went towards her. I am quite sure that if she had been less ugly I should not have done it. But she Was so ugly and she looked so sad and helpless standing there with her baggage tied together with a string, crying "Porter!" that I was filled with pity — a thing which sel­dom happens.

I smiled at her with a real and pleasant sense of virtue and said, "My porter can take your cases, if you like." Miss Bradley turned and looked at me.

She was even uglier than I had thought. "Oh — thank you," she said. "It is very kind of you."

My porter unwillingly added her baggage to mine and in,, a few minutes we found ourselves on board the ship.. Our;'

 


саses were placed side by side, and Miss Bradley and my self were naturally side by side also.

I hope it will be agreed that up to this point I had acted like a gentleman, though perhaps at no great personal sacrifice. I say I hope it will be agreed, because there is no doubt that from this point my usual bad qualities usually began to take control.

In less than ten minutes I realized that Miss Bradley, quite apart from her ugliness was very, very dull. With hesitation, but continually, she talked about nothing, and said nothing interesting about it.

I learned that she had been in Italy for two weeks, visited her sister, who was married to an Italian. She had never been out of England before.

At home she was a clerk in an office. The work was quite investing, but travelling to and from the office was tiring.

I do not suggest that any of this in itself was duller than most conversations, but somehow Miss Bradley managed to make it duller.

I considered that I should certainly have to see Miss Bradley safety off the boat at Dover and on to her train; and after that there would be no reason, except rudeness, why we should not travel to London together. That meant four hours of it.

I could not face this; so, excusing myself, I went along to the office on board and bought myself a seat on the Golden Arrow. Miss Bradley was travelling by the ordinary train, so this would mean that we should separate at Dover. I went back to Miss Bradley, who told me about the flat in London that she shared with another girl from the office.

Wе reached Dover without any interruption in Miss Brad-ley's flow of conversation. I hired a man to carry our baggage. I had two expensive suit-cases which had once been given tome as a present, and she had her two pieces of ancient cardboard.

Usually passengers for the Golden Arrow are dealt with first because the train leaves twenty minutes before the ordinary train. When the boy asked if we were going on the Golden Arrow, I hesitated and then said, "Yes."

It was too complicated to explain that one of us was and one of us wasn't, and in any case it would help Miss Bradley because they would deal with her bags quickly.

 


As we went towards the hall I explained carefully to her that my train left before hers, but that I would help her with her baggage first. The boy could then take our cases to the right trains, and she could sit comfortable6 in hers until it left. Miss Bradley said, "Oh, thank you very much."

The boy, of course, had put our suit-cases together, and Miss Bradley and I went and stood before them. At the proper time the examiner7 reached us, looked at the four suit-cases in that sharp way which examiners must practice night and morning, and said, "This is all yours?"

I was not quite sure whether he was speaking to me, or me and Miss Bradley, who was standing slightly behind me, and I was just about to say "Yes" for both of us. But suddenly the worst bits of pride in my nature rose to the surface. I did not want to admit that those terrible old cardboard suit­cases with the string were mine, and I replied, "Well — mine and this lady's."

The examiner said, "But you're together?"

"For the present time," I said rather foolishly, smiling at Miss Bradley. I did not want to hurt her feelings.

. "Yes," said the examiner patiently. "But are you trav­elling together? Does" this baggage belong to both of you?"

"Well, no. Not exactly. We're just sharing, a porter. "

"Then if you will show me which are your things," said the examiner very slowly and carefully, as if he were talking to a child, "I'll deal with them."

I pointed to my cases. I had nothing valuable, and said so. Without asking me to open them, the examiner chalked the cases and then, instead of moving to my left and dealing with Miss Bradley, he moved to the right and began to talk to a man whose baggage covered a space of about seven feet.

Miss Bradley said: "Oh dear—"mildly. I started to say: "Listen—could you do the lady's too, so that—" but the examiner took no notice of me. He was already examining the man on the right.

The boy swung my cases away, and more were immediately put in the space. The owner gave me a gentle push in the back. I hesitated for a moment, but there did not seem to be much advantage in standing there waiting for Miss Bradley when we were about to separate, so I said: "Well, I'll say good­bye now, and go to find my train. I expect he'll come back to you next. The porter will bring all our eases to the trains when you've finished. Good-bye."

 


Miss Bradley said, "Oh... good-bye and thank you so much." We shook hands and I left with some relief mixed with a feeling that I was being slightly rude.

I found my seat in the Golden Arrow and began to read.

Twenty minutes later I suddenly realized that the train was going to leave in five minutes and that the porter had still not brought my cases. I was just setting off to look for him when he came, breathless, carrying them. I asked him rather sharply what he had been doing.

“It was her” he said shortly.

"Miss Bradley? Well, where is she and where's her bag­gage?" "She's still there," said the boy in a hard voice. "And will be for some time, I guess. Examining her properly."

"But why?"

"Well, they'd found forty watches when I came away, and that is only the start. So I thought maybe you wouldn't want me to wait."

The sad part of the story is this: if I had been a nicer and

kinder person, and more patient, and had really decided to see Miss Bradley safely to London, or if 1 had not been too proud about her baggage, it would almost certainly have been carelessly passed with mine; or, if it had been opened, I should have had some very awkward explaining to do In fact, I seem to have been rude just in time. But I have often wonder­ed whether, when Miss Bradley stood alone and sad on the station at Calais, she had already chosen me as the person to save her, or whether she was just quietly sure that someone would.

Looking back, I am fairly sure that she chose me, though I have never understood exactly how she did so. I am quite sure she never made the slightest effort to speak to me first or to get to know me..

NOTES

1. Dover: a seaport in England

2. limb: a leg or arm

3. steel-trained; the suffix -ed meaning "having," "charac­terized by" is often used to form compound adjectives, such as thin-lipped, big-hearted, gold-plated, etc.

4. impossible: the negative prefix im- is a form of im- used before the lip consonants b, m, p, as in impersonal, im-

 


becile, immoral, etc.; il- occurs before l, as in illegal

and ir- before r, as in irregular, i

5. Calais: a seaport in N. France; a 'cross-channel ferry port opposite to and 33 kms distant from Dover

6. comfortable: -able is an adjective-forming suffix meaning "possessing qualities of", "resembling", as in comfortable, likeable, valuable, etc., or "suitable for," as in eatable, drinkable, readable, etc.

7. examiner: a Customs officer




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