British -- France -- Fiction; Humorous stories; Riviera (France) -- Fiction; Spouses -- Fiction
"I shall have to strap-hang, and there's no strap, and I couldn't if
there was," was her mournful reflection, on finding the interior of
this vehicle overflowing with hand-baggage and a lady of ample
proportions on one side, and with a fair-sized gentleman, evidently a
portion of the ample lady's baggage, and a thin gentleman and more
hand-baggage, on the other. All were English, and all looked at her
with the deadly animosity our countrymen accord to strangers. The
whole world being the exclusive heritage of the travelling Briton, he
naturally looks upon all other travellers as intruders. The
appearance of a moustached face, with laughing dark eyes and a gay
smile, at the window, followed by a request in a velvety voice,
half-pleading, half-humorous, of "Place pour Madame, Messieurs et
Madame, _s'il vous plait_," and accompanied by a forcible
transposition of some of these mountains of parcels, resulted in a
clearance of about six inches of cushion, upon which Ermengarde
accommodated as much of a wearied frame as circumstances permitted;
and then, with much furious but innocuous whip-cracking and many
strange anathemas, the omnibus jolted and rumbled off, Ermengarde
feeling more of a pariah with every jolt, hurled now into the
indignant arms of the fair-sized gentleman and now upon the towering
parcels of the lady of ample proportions, and profusely and
irrationally apologizing in German, of which her fellow-voyagers
understood nothing but that it was German, and therefore detestable.
Why she spoke German at that precise moment of her existence she had
no idea, except that it was the only foreign language that happened
to turn up, and that she was obsessed by a vague notion that English
was unsuitable to the surroundings. So, try as she would, she
continued to speak German all the way to the hotel, to the great
inconvenience and mystification of everybody, including herself. Her
German was not quite perfect.
The lady of ample proportions meanwhile expressed herself strongly in
very plain English upon the unpleasantness of having to "herd" with
Germans, and said with bitter reproach to the fair-sized man that she
had understood Les Oliviers to be an English house; while the thin
man, who was helplessly pinned in the inmost corner by packages,
vainly tried in a gentle, ineffectual voice, totally ignored by the
stout lady, to pacify her apprehensions; and the fair-sized man
entreated Ermengarde almost with tears to "parlez Français," of which
she was just then totally incapable from sheer fatigue.
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