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| A girl on the train part 2 |
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Previously scene: I encountered her in the train. She asked me to watch outside of the window.
I moved easily along the berth and felt for the window ledge. The window was open and I faced it, making a pretense of studying the landscape just charged for a ticket bought by red war gold.
On my mind, I could see the telegraph posts flashing by. Have you noticed, I ventured, that the trees seem to be moving while we seem to be standing still?
That always happens, she said.
I turned from the window and faced the girl, and for a while we sat in silence. You have an interesting face, I commented. I was becoming quite daring, but it was a safe remark: few girls can resist flattery contrast.
She laughed pleasantly, a clear, ringing laugh. It is nice to be told that, she said.ĦĦI am so tired of people telling me that I have a pretty face!
Oh, so you do have a pretty face, thought I, and aloud I said, well, an interesting face can also be pretty.
You are very gallant, she said. But why are you so serious?
We will soon be at your station, I said rather abruptly.
Thank goodness it is a short journey. I am not bear to sit in a train for more than two or three hours. |
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