The Man Who Kept His Money in a BoxTrollope, Anthony
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The Man Who Kept His Money in a Box
Trollope, Anthony
British -- Europe -- Fiction; Short stories; Travelers -- Fiction
Mr. Greene said nothing, but I could see that his eyes were as anxiously
fixed on what was going on as were those of his wife. At last, however,
the three Greens were in the boat, as also were all the packages. Then I
followed them, my portmanteau having gone down before me, and we pushed
off for Bellaggio. Up to this period most of the attendants around us
had understood a word or two of English, but now it would be well if we
could find some one to whose ears French would not be unfamiliar. As
regarded Mr. Greene and his wife, they, I found, must give up all
conversation, as they knew nothing of any language but their own.
Sophonisba could make herself understood in French, and was quite at
home, as she assured me, in German. And then the boat was beached on the
shore at Bellaggio, and we all had to go again to work with the object of
getting ourselves lodged at the hotel which overlooks the water.
I had learned before that the Greenes were quite free from any trouble in
this respect, for their rooms had been taken for them before they left
England. Trusting to this, Mrs. Greene gave herself no inconsiderable
airs the moment her foot was on the shore, and ordered the people about
as though she were the Lady Paramount of Bellaggio. Italians, however,
are used to this from travellers of a certain description. They never
resent such conduct, but simply put it down in the bill with the other
articles. Mrs. Greene’s words on this occasion were innocent enough,
seeing that they were English; but had I been that head waiter who came
down to the beach with his nice black shiny hair, and his napkin under
his arm, I should have thought her manner very insolent.
Indeed, as it was, I did think so, and was inclined to be angry with her.
She was to remain for some time at Bellaggio, and therefore it behoved
her, as she thought, to assume the character of the grand lady at once.
Hitherto she had been willing enough to do the work, but now she began to
order about Mr. Greene and Sophonisba; and, as it appeared to me, to
order me about also. I did not quite enjoy this; so leaving her still
among her luggage and satellites, I walked up to the hotel to see about
my own bed-room. I had some seltzer water, stood at the window for three
or four minutes, and then walked up and down the room. But still the
Greenes were not there. As I had put in at Bellaggio solely with the
object of seeing something more of Sophonisba, it would not do for me to
quarrel with them, or to allow them so to settle themselves in their
private sitting-room, that I should be excluded. Therefore I returned
again to the road by which they must come up, and met the procession near
the house.
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