The next morning we read that it was going to be a warm, fine day; much heat; and we put light clothing on, and went out, and, half-an-hour after we had started, it began raining hard, and an extremely cold wind sprang up, and both would keep on steadily for the whole day, and we came home with colds and rheumatism all over us, and went to bed.
The weather is a thing that is beyond me63 altogether. I never can understand it. The barometer is useless: it is as misleading as the newspaper forecast.
There was one barometer hanging up in a hotel at Oxford at which I was staying last spring, and, when I got there, it was pointing to set fair64. It was simply pouring with rain outside, and had been all day; and I couldnt quite make matters out65. I tapped the barometer, and it jumped up and pointed to very dry. I tapped it again the next morning, and it went up still higher, and the rain came down faster than ever. On Wednesday I went and hit it again, and the pointer went round towards set fair, very dry, and much heat, until it was stopped by the peg, and couldnt go any further. It tried its best, it evidently wanted to go on, and prognosticate drought, and water famine, and sunstroke, and such things, but the peg prevented it, and it had to be content with pointing to the commonplace very dry.
Meanwhile, the rain came down in a steady torrent, and the lower part of the town was under water, because the river had overflowed. The fine weather never came that summer. I expect that machine must have been referring to the following spring.
Then there are those new styles of barometers, the long straight ones. I never can make head or tail of those66. There is one side for 10 a.m. yesterday and one side for 10 a.m. today; but you cant always get there as early as ten, you know. It rises or falls for rain and fine, with much or less wind, and if you tap it, it doesnt tell you anything. And youve to correct it to sea-level, and reduce it to Fahrenheit, and even then I dont know the answer.
But who wants to be foretold the weather? When it becomes bad enough, we dont want to have the misery of knowing about it beforehand. The prophet we like is the old man who, on the particularly gloomy-looking morning of some day when we particularly want it to be fine, looks round the horizon with a particularly knowing eye, and says:
Oh no, sir, I think it will clear up all right. It will break67 all right enough, sir.
Ah, he knows, we say, as we wish him good morning, and start off; wonderful how these old fellows can tell!
And we feel affection for that man which is not at all lessened by the circumstances of its not clearing up, but continuing to rain steadily all day.
Ah, well, we feel, he did his best.
Of the man that prophesies us bad weather, on the contrary, we have only bitter and revengeful thoughts.
Going to clear up, do you think? we shout, joyfully, as we pass.
Well, no, sir; Im afraid its settled down68 for the day, he replies, shaking his head.
Stupid old fool! we mutter, whats he know about it? And, if his words prove correct, we come back feeling still more angry with him, and with a vague feeling that, somehow or other, he has had something to do with69 it.
It was too bright and sunny on this especial morning for Georges gloomy readings about bad weather to upset us very much: and so, finding that he could not disappoint us, and was only wasting his time, he stole the cigarette that I had carefully rolled up for myself, and went.
Then Harris and I, having finished up the few things left on the table, carried out our luggage on to the doorstep, and waited for a cab.
There seemed a good deal of luggage, when we put it all together. There was the Gladstone70 and the small hand-bag, and the two hampers, and a large roll of rugs, and some four or five overcoats and mackintoshes, and a few umbrellas, and then there was a melon by itself in a bag, because it was too bulky to go in anywhere, and a couple of pounds of grapes in another bag, and a Japanese paper umbrella, and a frying pan, which, being too long to pack, we had wrapped round with brown paper.
It did look a lot, and Harris and I began to feel rather ashamed of it, though why we should be, I cant see. No cab came by, but the street boys did, and got interested in the show, apparently, and stopped.
Biggss boy was the first to come round. Biggs is our greengrocer, and his chief talent is to obtain the services of the most abandoned and unprincipled errand-boys71 that civilisation has ever produced. If anything more than usually wicked in the boy line happens in our neighbourhood, we know that it is Biggss latest boy. I was told that, at the time of the Great Coram Street murder72, it was quickly concluded by our street that Biggss boy (for that period) was at the bottom of it73. In reply to the severe cross-examination to which he was subjected, when he came for orders the morning after the crime, he managed to prove a complete alibi. Otherwise it would have gone hard with him. I didnt know Biggss boy at that time, but, from what I have seen of them since, I should not have attached much importance to that alibi74 myself.
Biggss boy, as I have said, came round the corner. He was evidently in a great hurry, but, on catching sight of Harris and me, and Montmorency, and the things, he stopped up and stared. Harris and I frowned at him. This might have wounded a more sensitive nature, but Biggss boys are not, as a rule, touchy. He came to a dead stop, a yard from our step, and, leaning up against the railings, and fixed his eyes on us, he evidently meant to see this thing out75.
In another moment, the grocers boy passed on the opposite side of the street. Biggss boy cried to him:
Hi! They are moving.
The grocers boy came across, and took up a position on the other side of the step. Then the young gentleman from the boot-shop stopped, and joined Biggss boy.
They are not going to starve, are they? said the gentleman from the boot-shop.
By this time, quite a small crowd had collected, and people were asking each other what was the matter. One party (the young and silly portion of the crowd) held that it was a wedding, and pointed out Harris as the bridegroom; while the elder and more thoughtful inclined to the idea that it was a funeral, and that I was probably the corpses brother.
At last, an empty cab turned up (it is a street where, as a rule, and when they are not wanted, empty cabs pass at the rate of three a minute, and hang about, and get in your way), and packing ourselves and our belongings into it, and keeping out a couple of Montmorencys friends, who had evidently sworn never to leave him, we drove away surrounded by the cheering crowd. Biggss boy threw a carrot after us for luck.
We got to Waterloo at eleven, and asked where the eleven-five train started from. Of course nobody knew; nobody at Waterloo ever knows where a train is going to start from, or where a train is going to, or anything about it. The porter who took our things thought it would go from number two platform, while another porter, with whom he discussed the question, had heard a rumour that it would go from number one. The station-master, on the other hand76, was convinced it would start from the local platform.
To put an end to the matter77, we went upstairs, and asked the traffic superintendent, and he told us that he had just met a man, who said he had seen it at number three platform. We went to number three platform, but the authorities there said that they thought that train was the Southampton express, or else the Windsor loop. But they were sure it wasnt the Kingston train, though why they were sure they couldnt say.
Then our porter said he thought that it must be on the high-level platform; said he thought he knew the train. So we went to the high-level platform, and saw the engine-driver78, and asked him if he was going to Kingston. He said he couldnt say for certain of course, but that he rather thought he was. Anyhow, if he wasnt the 11.05 for Kingston, he said he was pretty confident he was the 9.32 for Virginia Water, or the 10 a.m. express for the Isle of Wight, or somewhere in that direction, and we should all know when we got there. We slipped half-a-crown into his hand, and begged him to be the 11.05 for Kingston.
Nobody will ever know, on this line, we said, what you are, or where youre going. You know the way, you slip off79 quietly and go to Kingston.
Well, I dont know, gentlemen, replied the noble fellow, but I suppose some train has to go to Kingston; and Ill do it. Give me the half-crown.
Thus we got to Kingston by the London and South-Western Railway. We learnt, afterwards, that the train we had come by was really the Exeter mail, and that they had spent hours at Waterloo, looking for it, and nobody knew what had become of it.
Our boat was waiting for us at Kingston just below bridge, and we went to it, and we stored our luggage round it, and we stepped into it.
Are you all right, sir? said the man.
Right it is, we answered; and with Harris at the sculls and I at the tiller-lines, and Montmorency, unhappy and deeply suspicious, in the prow80, we started our travel on to the waters which, for a fortnight, were to be our home.
Exercises1. Read the chapter and mark the sentences T (true), F (false) or NI (no information).
1. The narrator was going to get up at 9 oclock.
2. George was still sleeping when his friends woke up.
3. Montmorency ate chops and cold beef for breakfast.
4. The narrator considers weather forecasts to be very useful.
5. The narrator had a good time staying in a hotel in Oxford.
6. We usually prefer people who prophesy good weather, even if their words dont prove correct.
7. The friends gathered quite a small crowd to help them with the luggage.
8. There wasnt any timetable at Waterloo station.
9. The friends had to pay an engine-driver to get to Kingston.
10. George was deeply suspicious at the beginning of the sea trip.
2. Learn the words from the text:
fortnight, interrupt, waste, instead of, weather forecast, occasional, beforehand, meanwhile, wonder, pay attention to, circumstance, afterwards, rumour, on the contrary, beg, convinced, suspicious, prove, grocer, starve.
3. Practice the pronunciation of the following words.
4. Fill in the gaps using the words from the text.
1. It Mrs. Poppets woke me up next morning.
2. If I you, youd lain there for the whole fortnight.
3. He have been up himself with eggs and bacon or the dog instead sprawling there.
4. We told him that he have go without shaving that morning, as we going to unpack that bag again for him.
5. Montmorency two other dogs to come and see him, and they whiling away the time by on the doorstep.
6. And so, finding that he not disappoint us, and only his time, he the cigarette that I carefully rolled up for , and .
7. There a melon by itself in a bag, because it was bulky go in anywhere.
8. this time, quite a small crowd collected, and people asking each what the matter.
9. The porter took our things thought it go from number two platform, while another porter heard a rumour that it from number one.
10. We learnt the train we come by was really the Exeter mail, and that they had hours at Waterloo, looking it, and nobody what become of it.
5. Match the words with definitions.
6. Find in the text the English equivalents for:
прогноз погоды, мне интересно (почему), вместо того (чтобы), поздняя осень, обращать внимание на, местная газета, оставаться дома, тратить драгоценное время, сказать наверняка, проспать, знать заранее, злиться на кого-то.
7. Find the words in the text for which the following are synonyms:
respond, foretell, annoying, soaked, obtain, apparently, ordinary, decide, cry, extremely.
8. Explain and expand on the following.
1. It was Mrs. Poppets that woke me up next morning.
2. I do think that this weather-forecast fraud is about the most annoying.
3. The barometer is useless: it is as misleading as the newspaper forecast.
4. But who wants to be foretold the weather?
5. Then Harris and I carried out our luggage on to the doorstep, and waited for a cab.
6. By this time, quite a small crowd had collected.
7. Nobody at Waterloo ever knows where a train is going to start from.
8. We learnt, afterwards, that the train we had come by was really the Exeter mail.
9. Answer the following questions.
1. Did the friends wake up at the time they planned? Why / why not?
2. Why did Harris and the narrator decide to save George?
3. What is the narrators attitude to weather forecasts? Why?
4. How did the narrator and his friends spend the holiday he recollects about?
5. What does the narrator think about barometers and weather foretelling?
6. What show did the street boys get interested in? Who was the first?
7. What kind of people Biggss boys usually were?
8. Did the friends face any problem at Waterloo station? What was it?
9. How did the friends get to Kingston?
10. Was Montmorency happy to start the journey?
10. Retell the chapter for the persons of the narrator, Biggss boy, George, Harris, Montmorency.
CHAPTER VI
It was a wonderful morning, late spring or early summer, as you care to take it81. The attractive streets of Kingston, where they came down to the waters edge, looked quite picturesque in the flashing sunlight, the river with its barges, the neat villas on the other side, Harris, in a red and orange blazer, grunting away at the sculls82, the distant glimpses of the grey old palace of the Tudors83, all made a sunny picture, so bright but calm, so full of life, and yet so peaceful.
I thought about Kingston, or Kyningestun, as it was once called in the days when Saxon kings were crowned there. Great Caesar crossed the river Thames there, and the Roman legions camped upon its hills. Caesar like Elizabeth, some years later, seems to have stopped everywhere: only he didnt stay at the public houses.