Collected Stories (47 page)

At that moment an open carriage drove past, not quickly; behind its two lighted lamps two ladies could be seen sitting on dark leather seats. One was leaning back, her face hidden by a veil and the shadow of her hat. But the other lady was sitting bolt upright; her hat was small, it was edged with thin feathers. Everyone could see her. Her lower lip was drawn slightly into her mouth.

As soon as the carriage had passed Raban, some bar blocked the view of the near horse drawing the carriage; then some coachman – wearing a big top hat – on an unusually high box was moved across in front of the ladies – this was now much farther on – then their carriage drove around the corner of a small house that now became strikingly noticeable, and disappeared from sight.

Raban followed it with his gaze, his head lowered, resting the handle of his umbrella on his shoulder in order to see better. He had put his right thumb into his mouth and was rubbing his teeth on it. His suitcase lay beside him, one of its sides on the ground.

Carriages hastened from street to street across the square, the horses’ bodies flew along horizontally as though they were being flung through the air, but the nodding of the head and the neck revealed the rhythm and effort of the movement.

Around about, on the edges of the pavements of all the three streets converging here, there were many idlers standing about, tapping the cobbles with little sticks. Among the groups they formed there were little towers in which girls were pouring out lemonade, then heavy street clocks on thin bars, then men wearing before and behind them big placards announcing entertainments in multicolored letters, then messengers … [Two pages missing] … a little social gathering. Two elegant private carriages, driving diagonally across the square into the street leading downhill, got in the way of some gentlemen from this party, but after the second carriage – even after the first they had timidly tried to do so – these gentlemen formed into a group again with the others, with whom they then stepped onto the pavement in a long cavalcade and pushed their way through the door of a café, overwhelmed by the light of the incandescent lamps hanging over the entrance.

Electric tramcars moved past, huge and very close; others, vaguely visible, stood motionless far away in the streets.

‘How bent she is,’ Raban thought when he looked at the photograph now. ‘She’s never really upright and perhaps her back is round. I shall have to pay much attention to this. And her mouth is so wide, and here, beyond doubt, the lower lip protrudes, yes, now I remember that too. And what a dress! Of course, I don’t know anything about clothes, but these very tight-sewn sleeves are ugly, I am sure, they look like bandages. And the hat, the brim at every point turned up from the face in a different curve. But her eyes are beautiful, they’re brown, if I’m not mistaken. Everyone says her eyes are beautiful.’

Now an electric tramcar stopped in front of Raban and many people around him pushed toward the steps, with slightly open, pointed umbrellas, which they held upright with their hands pressed to their shoulders. Raban, who was holding his suitcase under his arm, was dragged off the pavement and stepped hard into an unseen puddle. Inside the tram a child knelt on a seat, pressing the tips of all its fingers
to its lips as though it were saying goodbye to someone going away. Some passengers got out and had to walk a few paces along the tram in order to work their way out of the crowd. Then a lady climbed onto the first step, her long skirt, which she hitched up with both hands, stretched tightly around her legs. A gentleman held on to a brass rod and, with lifted head, recounted something to the lady. All the people who wanted to get in were impatient. The conductor shouted.

Raban, who now stood on the edge of the waiting group, turned around, for someone had called out his name.

‘Ah, Lement,’ he said slowly and held out to a young man coming toward him the little finger of the hand in which he was holding the umbrella.

‘So this is the bridegroom on his way to his bride. He looks frightfully in love,’ Lement said and then smiled with his mouth shut.

‘Yes, you must forgive my going today,’ Raban said. ‘I wrote to you this afternoon, anyway. I should, of course, have liked very much to travel with you tomorrow; but tomorrow is Saturday, everything’ll be so crowded, it’s a long journey.’

‘Oh, that doesn’t matter. You did promise, but when one’s in love.… I shall just have to travel alone.’ Lement had set one foot on the pavement and the other on the cobbles, supporting his body now on one leg, now on the other. ‘You were going to get into the tram. There it goes. Come, we’ll walk, I’ll go with you. There’s still plenty of time.’

‘Isn’t it rather late, please tell me?’

‘It’s no wonder you’re nervous, but you really have got plenty of time. I’m not so nervous, and that’s why I’ve missed Gillemann now.’

‘Gillemann? Won’t he be staying out there, too?’

‘Yes, with his wife; it’s next week they mean to go, and that’s just why I promised Gillemann I’d meet him today when he leaves the office. He wanted to give me some instructions regarding the furnishing of their house, that’s why I was supposed to meet him. But now somehow I’m late, I
had some errands to do. And just as I was wondering whether I shouldn’t go to their apartment, I saw you, was at first astonished at the suitcase, and spoke to you. But now the evening’s too far gone for paying calls, it’s fairly impossible to go to Gillemann now.’

‘Of course. And so I shall meet people I know there, after all. Not that I have ever seen Frau Gillemann, though.’

‘And very beautiful she is. She’s fair, and pale now after her illness. She has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.’

‘Do please tell me, what do beautiful eyes look like? Is it the glance? I’ve never found eyes beautiful.’

‘All right, perhaps I was exaggerating slightly. Still, she’s a pretty woman.’

Through the windowpane of a ground-floor café, close to the window, gentlemen could be seen sitting, reading and eating, around a three-sided table; one had lowered a newspaper to the table, held a little cup raised, and was looking into the street out of the corners of his eyes. Beyond these window tables all the furniture and equipment in the large restaurant were hidden by the customers, who sat side by side in little circles. [Two pages missing] … ‘As it happens, however, it’s not such an unpleasant business, is it? Many people would take on such a burden, I think.’

They came into a fairly dark square, which began on their side of the street, for the opposite side extended farther. On the side of the square along which they were walking, there was an uninterrupted row of houses, from the corners of which two – at first widely distant – rows of houses extended into the indiscernible distance in which they seemed to unite. The pavement was narrow by the houses, which were mostly small; there were no shops to be seen, no carriage passed. An iron post near the end of the street out of which they came had several lamps on it, which were fixed in two rings hanging horizontally, one over the other. The trapeze-shaped flame between conjoined sheets of glass burned in this tower-like wide darkness as in a little room, letting darkness assert itself a few steps farther on.

‘But now I am sure it is too late; you have kept it a secret from me, and I shall miss the train. Why?’ [Four pages missing]

… ‘Yes, at most Pirkershofer – well, for what
he’s
worth.’

‘The name’s mentioned, I think, in Betty’s letters, he’s an assistant railway-clerk, isn’t he?’

‘Yes, an assistant railway-clerk and an unpleasant person. You’ll see I’m right as soon as you’ve got a glimpse of that small thick nose. I tell you, walking through the dreary fields with that fellow.… Anyway, he’s been transferred now and he goes away from there, as I believe and hope, next week.’

‘Wait, you said just now you advised me to stay here tonight. I’ve thought it over; it couldn’t very well be managed. I’ve written to say I’m coming this evening; they’ll be expecting me.’

‘That’s quite easy, send a telegram.’

‘Yes, that could be done – but it wouldn’t be very nice if I didn’t go – and I’m tired, yes, I’ll go all right. If a telegram came, they’d get a fright, into the bargain. – And what for, where would we go, anyway?’

‘Then it’s really better for you to go. I was only thinking.… Anyway I couldn’t go with you today, as I’m sleepy, I forgot to tell you that. And now I shall say goodbye, for I don’t want to go through the wet park with you, as I should like to drop in at Gillemann’s, after all. It’s a quarter to six, so not too late, after all, for paying calls on people you know fairly well. Addio. Well, a good journey, and remember me to everyone!’

Lement turned to the right and held out his right hand to say goodbye, so that for a moment Raban was walking against Lement’s outstretched arm.

‘Adieu,’ Raban said.

From a little distance Lement then called back: ‘I say, Eduard, can you hear me? Do shut your umbrella; it stopped raining ages ago. I didn’t have a chance to tell you.’

Raban did not answer, shut his umbrella, and the sky closed over him in pallid darkness.

‘If at least,’ Raban thought, ‘I were to get into a wrong train. Then it would at any rate seem to me that the whole enterprise had begun, and if later, after the mistake had been cleared up, I were to arrive in this station again on my way back, then I should certainly feel much better. If the scenery does turn out to be boring, as Lement says, that need not be a disadvantage at all. One will spend more time in the rooms and really never know for certain where all the others are, for if there is a ruin in the district, there will probably be a walk all together to that ruin; it will have been agreed upon some time before. Then, however, one must look forward to it; for that very reason one mustn’t miss it. But if there is no such sight to be seen, then there will be no discussion beforehand either, for all will be expected to get together quite easily if suddenly, against all the usual practice, a larger expedition is considered right, for one only has to send the maid into the others’ apartments, where they are sitting over a letter or books and are delighted by this news. Well, it is not difficult to protect oneself against such invitations. And yet I don’t know whether I shall be able to, for it is not so easy as I imagine it now when I am still alone and can still do everything, can still go back if I want to, for I shall have no one there whom I could pay calls on whenever I like, and no one with whom I could make more strenuous expeditions, no one there who could show me how his crops are doing or show me a quarry he is working there. For one isn’t at all sure even of acquaintances of long standing. Wasn’t Lement nice to me today? – he explained some things to me, didn’t he, and described everything as it will appear to me. He came up and spoke to me and then walked with me, in spite of the fact that there was nothing he wanted to find out from me and that he himself still had something else to do. But now all of a sudden he has gone away, and yet I can’t have offended him even with a single word. I did refuse to spend the evening in town, but that was only natural, that can’t have offended him, for he is a sensible person.’

The station clock struck, it was a quarter to six. Raban
stopped because he had palpitations, then he walked quickly along the park pool, went along a narrow, badly lighted path between large shrubs, rushed into an open place with many empty benches leaning against little trees, then went more slowly through an opening in the railings into the street, crossed it, leapt through the station entrance, after a while found the booking office, and had to knock for a while on the iron shutter. Then the booking clerk looked out, said it was really high time, took the bank note, and slammed down on the counter the ticket he had been asked for and the change. Now Raban tried to count his change quickly, thinking he ought to be getting more, but a porter who was walking nearby hurried him through a glass door onto the platform. There Raban looked around, while calling out ‘Thank you, thank you!’ to the porter, and since he found no guard, he climbed up the steps of the nearest coach by himself, each time putting the suitcase on the step above and then following himself, supporting himself on his umbrella with one hand, and on the handle of the suitcase with the other. The coach that he entered was brightly illuminated by the great amount of light from the main hall of the station, in which it was standing; in front of many a windowpane – all were shut right up to the top – a hissing arc lamp hung at about eye level, and the many raindrops on the glass were white, often single ones would move. Raban could hear the noise from the platform even when he had shut the carriage door and sat down on the last little free bit of a light-brown wooden seat. He saw many people’s backs, and the backs of their heads, and between them the upturned faces of people on the seat opposite. In some places smoke was curling from pipes and cigars, in one place drifting limply past the face of a girl. Often the passengers would change places, discussing these changes with each other, or they would transfer their luggage, which lay in a narrow blue net over a seat, to another one. If a stick or the metal-covered corner of a suitcase stuck out, then the owner would have his attention drawn to this. He would go over and straighten it.
Raban also bethought himself and pushed his suitcase under his seat.

On his left, at the window, two gentlemen were sitting opposite each other, talking about the price of goods. ‘They’re commercial travelers,’ Raban thought and, breathing regularly, he gazed at them. ‘The merchant sends them into the country, they obey, they travel by train, and in every village they go from shop to shop. Sometimes they travel by carriage between the villages. They must not stay long anywhere, for everything must be done fast, and they must always talk only about their goods. With what pleasure, then, one can exert oneself in an occupation that is so agreeable!’

The younger man had jerked a notebook out of the hip pocket of his trousers, rapidly flicked the leaves over with a forefinger moistened on his tongue, and then read through a page, drawing the back of his fingernail down it as he went. He looked at Raban as he glanced up and, indeed, when he now began talking about thread prices, did not turn his face away from Raban, as one gazes steadily at a point in order not to forget anything of what one wants to say. At the same time he drew his brows tightly down over his eyes. He held the half-closed notebook in his left hand, with his thumb on the page he had been reading, in order to be able to refer to it easily if he should need to. And the notebook trembled, for he was not supporting his arm on anything, and the coach, which was now in motion, beat on the rails like a hammer.