United States or Albania ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"What do you mean?" "This. I've already been in love with you for a quarter of an hour. In another ten minutes I shall be sitting at your feet. Half an hour later " "You will be just running into Fladstadt. It's straight on. You can't miss the way." "And St. Martin? Have you ever heard of it?" She puckered her brows. "Isn't that where some English people have a place?
"And you I don't understand." "We nearly ran you down, old chap." Berry's voice. "About a quarter of a mile from here, towards Fladstadt. But why were you driving away?" I stared at him. "Driving away?" I said slowly. "Then " There were quick steps and the rustling of a dress. Then Silvia spoke. "What is it, Bill? Tell me. Who's hurt?" "It's all right, m'dear," said the man's voice. "Mrs.
So've I. Barons, too. The last I struck's doing seven years now. But you're English, Silvia. English, d'you hear? I'll bet they're all over you out here. I know them. I'm a fool, but I don't like to think of your I mean, I'd rather be an English er " "Burglar?" We both laughed, and I got up. "Silvia," I said, "tell me the best way to Fladstadt and turn me out while there is yet time."
People called er Waring, is it?" "Bairling," said I. "Bairling. That's it. Let's see. I'm afraid it's some miles from Fladstadt." "Twenty, I'm told." "About that." "And this is how far?" "From Fladstadt? About twenty-three." I groaned. "Forty-three miles to go, and a flat tire," I said. "Now far's the next village?" "Why?" "I want to get another wheel on."
I told her my name and spoke of my run from Trieste, adding that I sought Fladstadt and St. Martin. She heard me in silence. Then: "Are you tired?" she said quietly. "A little." "Then I tell you that you may come in and rest for a while. Yes, and talk to me. Presently you can go on. I will show you the way." She let go my wrists and stood up, clasping her hands behind her head.
Half-past eleven o'clock of a fine moonlit night, and I was alone with the car all among the Carinthian Alps. It was for Fladstadt that I was making. That was the Bairlings' nearest town. Their place, St. Martin, lay twenty odd miles from Fladstadt. But in the town people would show me the way. At St. Martin I should find Daphne and the others, newly come from Vienna this afternoon.
Friends of Jonah's, the Bairlings. None of us others knew them. At ten o'clock in the morning I had slid out of Trieste, reckoning to reach Fladstadt in twelve hours. And, till I lost my way, I had come well. I had lost it at half-past nine and only discovered that I had lost it an hour later. It was too late to turn back then. I tried to get on and across by by-roads always a dangerous game.
"If you like to wait here a little longer, my brother'll be back with the car. He's on the way from Fladstadt now. That's why I'm sitting up. He'll give you a jack." "You're awfully good, Silvia. But have you forgotten what I said?" "About sitting at my feet? No, but I don't think you meant it. If I did, I should have rung long ago." "Thank you," said I.
"Balcony of Silvia's room." "I never knew it was St. Martin, though. I must have cut across country somehow. Still. Well, there was no jack on the car so I couldn't do anything. Just as I was getting in again, I heard a noise above me and turned. My foot slipped on the step, and I fell on my side. Couple of ribs gone, I think. I tried to get on to Fladstadt. Is the car all right?"
Word Of The Day