“Well,” I answered slowly, “she doesn’t know herself what was in it.”
He continued to watch me narrowly. I grinned to myself.
“I didn’t like to read her out what there was in it,” I continued.
He suddenly flushed out so that the veins in his neck stood out, and he stirred again uncomfortably.
“The Belgian girl said her baby had been born a week ago, and that they were going to call it Alfred,” I told him.
He met my eyes. I was grinning. He began to grin, too.
“Good luck to her,” he said.
“Best of luck(всего наилучшего) ,” said I.
“And what did you tell her?” he asked(и что вы ей сказали? – спросил он).
“That the baby belonged to the old mother – that it was brother to your girl(что ребенок принадлежит старой матери – что это брат вашей девушки) , who was writing to you as a friend of the family(которая пишет вам как другу семьи) .”
He stood smiling, with the long, subtle malice of a farmer(он стоял, улыбаясь, с неспешной коварной злобой фермера; subtle – тонкий; неуловимый; искусный, ловкий; хитрый ).
“And did she take it in?” he asked(и она поверила? – спросил он; to take in – обманывать; поверить /ложным заявлениям/ ).
“As much as she took anything else(так же, как поверила чему-либо другому = насколько вообще способна поверить) .”
He stood grinning fixedly(он стоял, неизменно ухмыляясь = с застывшей усмешкой на губах; to fix – устанавливать; прикреплять, закреплять; устремлять, сосредоточивать /взгляд, внимание и т. д./ ) . Then he broke into a short laugh(потом коротко рассмеялся: «разразился коротким смехом»).
“Best of luck,” said I.
“And what did you tell her?” he asked.
“That the baby belonged to the old mother – that it was brother to your girl, who was writing to you as a friend of the family.”
He stood smiling, with the long, subtle malice of a farmer.
“And did she take it in?” he asked.
“As much as she took anything else.”
He stood grinning fixedly. Then he broke into a short laugh.
“Good for her!” he exclaimed cryptically(тем лучше для нее: «хорошо для нее»! – загадочно воскликнул он).
And then he laughed aloud once more(и тут он снова громко рассмеялся) , evidently feeling he had won a big move in his contest with his wife(очевидно, думая, что выиграл большой ход в состязании с женой = одержал крупную победу в борьбе с женой; to win – выиграть; победить; move – движение; ход /в игре/; contest – столкновение, борьба; спор; соревнование, состязание ).
“What about the other woman?” I asked(а что насчет другой женщины? – спросил я).
“Who(кого) ?”
“Elise(Элиз) .”
“Oh” – he shifted uneasily – “she was all right(о, – он неловко заерзал, – она была хороша…; to shift – передвигать/ся/; перемещать/ся/; all right – удовлетворительный, хороший, неплохой; благополучный ) —”
“You’ll be getting back to her(вы будете возвращаться к ней) ,” I said.
“Good for her!” he exclaimed cryptically.
And then he laughed aloud once more, evidently feeling he had won a big move in his contest with his wife.
“What about the other woman?” I asked.
“Who?”
“Elise.”
“Oh” – he shifted uneasily – “she was all right —”
“You’ll be getting back to her,” I said.
He looked at me(он посмотрел на меня) . Then he made a grimace with his mouth(затем скривил губы: «сделал гримасу ртом»).
“Not me(только не я) ,” he said. “Back your life it’s a plant(будьте уверены, это обман; plant – растение; обман, надувательство; подвох; приманка ) .”
“You don’t think the cher petit bébé is a little Alfred(вы не думаете, что cher petit bébé – это маленький Альфред) ?”
“It might be(возможно) ,” he said.
“Only might(только возможно) ?”
“Yes – an’ there’s lots of mites in a pound of cheese(да… и в фунте сыра полно сырных клещей = спелое яблочко не одного червячка влечет; pound – фунт /мера веса = 453,59 г/ ) .” He laughed boisterously but uneasily(он рассмеялся громко, но неловко; boisterous – неистовый, бурный; громогласный ).
“What did she say, exactly?” he asked(что она в точности говорила? – спросил он; exactly – в точности; точно; exact – точный ).
I began to repeat, as well as I could, the phrases of the letter(я начал повторять, насколько мог, фразы из письма):
He looked at me. Then he made a grimace with his mouth.
“Not me,” he said. “Back your life it’s a plant.”
“You don’t think the cher petit bébé is a little Alfred?”
“It might be,” he said.
“Only might?”
“Yes – an’ there’s lots of mites in a pound of cheese.” He laughed boisterously but uneasily.
“What did she say, exactly?” he asked.
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