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"
"
Why
won
’
t
I
want
to
see
her
?
"
"
Because
you
will
understand
by
then
how
much
she
has
deceived
you
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
mind
being
deceived
.
Especially
by
a
girl
as
pretty
as
Julie
.
"
His
eyes
hesitated
,
black
with
suspicion
,
a
lightning
assessment
;
it
was
like
playing
chess
with
a
five
-
second
move
limit
.
He
said
,
"
That
is
not
her
name
.
"
"
You
told
me
it
was
.
"
"
I
was
deceiving
you
.
"
"
And
her
bank
manager
?
"
He
quizzed
,
uncertain
of
my
meaning
.
I
took
out
my
wallet
,
found
the
letter
from
Barclay
’
s
and
pushed
it
across
the
table
to
him
.
He
read
it
slowly
,
twice
,
as
if
it
was
difficult
to
understand
,
then
put
it
back
on
the
table
.
For
a
moment
he
had
a
downcast
,
bewildered
look
;
Lear
deceived
by
Cordelia
.
Then
with
a
little
shrug
,
a
grimace
,
a
wide
smile
,
he
conceded
defeat
.
"
I
understand
.
It
is
I
who
am
the
butt
today
.
"
"
She
begged
me
not
to
tell
you
.
"
"
You
are
in
love
.
"
"
I
know
she
told
you
.
"
He
looked
down
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
she
told
me
.
"
"
She
wrote
me
a
letter
.
"
His
eyes
were
hurt
;
almost
reproachful
.
"
I
know
you
haven
’
t
been
in
Geneva
,
but
that
’
s
all
.
I
’
m
happy
to
go
on
being
the
butt
.
"
He
made
a
gesture
of
dismissal
.
"
This
is
all
I
have
tried
to
avoid
in
my
theatre
.
Now
it
is
theatre
—
make
-
believe
and
artifice
.
"
He
waved
the
infamous
idea
of
the
conventional
theatre
away
;
tapped
his
head
.
"
I
have
tried
to
be
too
clever
.
"
"
I
’
m
sorry
.
"
He
stood
up
,
stared
down
at
me
.
"
Well
.
You
are
fortunate
.
That
she
should
really
love
you
.
I
did
not
expect
it
.
"
"
No
?
"
I
smiled
back
at
his
slow
smile
.
"
Let
us
say
—
I
did
not
intend
it
.
"
"
I
think
,
Mr
.
Conchis
,
now
that
at
last
I
have
you
at
my
mercy
,
I
’
d
like
to
know
what
you
did
intend
.
"
He
bit
his
lips
,
almost
boyishly
,
his
eyes
suddenly
brimming
with
good
humor
.
I
had
an
unexpected
feeling
of
affection
for
him
.
Julie
was
right
:
one
could
not
believe
he
was
evil
.
"
You
must
ask
her
.
"
"
She
doesn
’
t
know
.
"
"
She
does
know
.
I
have
told
her
the
truth
.
But
I
warn
you
it
is
very
strange
.
"
The
eyes
crinkled
.
"
Very
strange
indeed
.
"
Then
before
I
could
say
anymore
,
he
looked
at
his
watch
,
seemed
surprised
,
and
went
to
the
corner
of
the
colonnade
.
"
Catherine
!
"
He
pronounced
it
the
French
way
.
He
turned
back
to
me
.
"
Maria
—
of
course
—
is
not
a
simple
Greek
peasant
.
This
was
to
be
another
little
surprise
for
you
.
But
now
…
"
He
shrugged
,
as
if
all
was
wasted
,
all
a
damp
fizzle
.
We
heard
her
footsteps
and
turned
.
Maria
was
still
an
elderly
woman
,
still
had
a
lined
face
;
but
she
wore
a
well
-
cut
black
suit
,
a
gilt
-
and
-
garnet
brooch
.
Stockings
.
Shoes
with
short
heels
.
A
touch
of
lipstick
.
The
sort
of
middle
-
class
matron
of
fifty
one
might
see
in
any
fashionable
Athenian
street
.
All
her
old
manner
was
gone
.
She
stood
with
a
faint
smile
on
her
face
—
the
big
surprise
,
the
quick
-
change
entrance
.
But
Conchis
sacrificed
the
effect
.
"
Nicholas
,
this
is
Madame
Catherine
Athanasoulis
,
who
has
made
a
speciality
of
peasant
roles
.
She
has
helped
us
many
times
before
.
"
He
moved
towards
her
.
"
Catherine
,
tine
maiheur
nous
est
arrivée
.
Queiquechose
de
tout
a
fait
inattendu
.
"
He
took
her
elbow
and
led
her
aside
;
their
backs
to
me
,
and
a
retreat
into
Greek
.
She
nodded
at
what
he
was
saying
.
She
looked
at
me
and
gave
an
open
-
palmed
gesture
,
whether
of
resignation
or
regret
,
I
could
not
tell
.
I
made
a
small
smile
of
appreciation
at
her
change
.
I
felt
obscurely
guilty
;
a
hit
of
a
bull
in
a
china
shop
;
no
poetry
,
again
.
Conchis
watched
her
go
back
composedly
towards
her
cottage
,
then
turned
to
me
.
"
Before
Julie
comes
,
I
have
much
to
say
.
First
of
all
,
I
am
not
deceiving
you
about
America
.
I
must
be
there
next
week
.
I
have
meetings
.
Bourani
will
be
shut
from
today
.
"
He
looked
at
his
watch
.
"
And
I
shall
be
fetched
at
noon
.
I
have
a
plane
to
catch
in
Athens
.
Now
,
money
.
There
is
…
Patarescu
.
And
other
expenses
.
"
He
produced
a
fat
envelope
from
the
briefcase
.
"
Here
is
a
small
sum
.
"
He
put
it
on
the
table
.
"
I
don
’
t
want
it
.
"
"
I
insist
.
It
is
nothing
.
Ten
million
drachmai
.
"
I
smiled
;
even
allowing
for
Greek
inflation
,
ten
million
was
well
over
a
hundred
pounds
.
"
I
can
’
t
take
it
.
"
He
held
out
the
envelope
once
more
,
but
I
shook
my
head
very
firmly
.
"
There
is
one
other
thing
,
Nicholas
.
For
purposes
I
will
not
go
into
now
I
told
you
only
yesterday
that
I
did
not
like
you
.
This
was
merely
to
authenticate
what
will
not
now
take
place
today
.
So
permit
me
to
say
,
at
this
unexpected
last
moment
,
that
I
have
grown
to
like
you
very
much
.
Will
you
believe
me
?
"
I
said
,
"
Of
course
.
"
"
Whatever
may
happen
to
you
in
your
life
,
I
beg
you
never
to
stop
believing
that
of
me
.
"
I
bowed
.
He
caught
sight
of
something
behind
me
,
then
glanced
at
his
watch
;
things
were
carefully
timed
.
"
Ah
.
Here
is
Joe
.
All
this
was
meant
as
a
surprise
.
What
we
call
a
désintoxication
.
"
It
was
the
Negro
.
He
was
strolling
through
the
trees
from
the
gulley
,
in
an
elegant
dark
tan
suit
.
A
pink
shirt
,
a
club
tie
.
It
was
still
a
surprise
,
this
mask
-
dropping
,
however
much
sharper
Conchis
had
intended
it
to
be
.
The
Negro
raised
a
hand
as
he
saw
us
looking
at
him
.
The
moustache
had
disappeared
.
Conchis
went
out
in
the
sun
to
meet
him
,
to
stop
the
pretense
again
.
They
spoke
a
few
words
,
I
saw
the
Negro
look
up
towards
me
.
Then
they
both
came
back
across
the
gravel
.
Conchis
looked
almost
a
dwarf
,
a
dapper
dwarf
,
beside
him
.
Joe
was
about
ten
years
older
than
I
;
a
hard
face
,
but
a
mobile
and
intelligent
one
.
"
Nicholas
,
this
is
Joe
Harrison
.
"
"
Hi
.
"
"
Hello
.
"
My
tone
was
so
curt
that
he
grinned
and
gave
a
little
side
glance
at
Conchis
.
He
reached
out
a
hand
.
"
Sorry
,
friend
.
Just
did
what
the
book
said
.
"
I
took
his
hand
,
but
I
said
,
"
With
some
conviction
.
"
"
Man
,
I
was
born
in
Alabama
.
In
that
kind
of
play
…
"
he
gestured
back
,
as
if
he
had
left
his
role
in
the
trees
.
"
I
didn
’
t
mean
that
.
"
"
Okay
.
"
We
exchanged
a
wary
look
.
He
pulled
a
pack
of
American
cigarettes
out
of
his
pocket
and
shook
one
out
for
me
,
then
he
turned
to
Conchis
.
"
Your
bags
?
"
Conchis
said
,
"
They
’
re
upstairs
.
"
"
Fine
.
"
He
glanced
at
me
as
I
lit
his
cigarette
,
appeared
to
search
for
words
,
shrugged
,
smiled
secretly
and
went
indoors
.
More
footsteps
.
Hermes
appeared
,
carrying
two
more
suitcases
over
the
gravel
down
to
the
beach
.
"
Maria
"
followed
him
,
under
the
colonnade
.
She
came
to
me
holding
out
her
hand
.
"
Sans
rancune
,
j
’
espère
,
monsieur
.
"
Her
accent
was
heavily
Greek
.
I
frogged
a
small
grimace
,
and
took
her
hand
.
"
Eh
bien
.
Bonne
chance
.
"
Perhaps
it
had
not
been
so
difficult
for
her
to
play
Maria
;
she
was
veil
-
eyed
by
nature
.
I
watched
her
black
back
descend
the
path
,
sink
out
of
sight
.
And
at
once
,
in
the
same
place
,
Julie
rose
into
sight
,
climbing
up
from
the
beach
.
Conchis
said
,
"
Let
us
pretend
for
a
few
moments
.
"
She
was
wearing
a
white
linen
suit
,
a
navy
-
blue
shirt
,
town
shoes
;
and
the
shock
of
seeing
her
in
contemporary
clothes
was
the
greatest
of
the
three
.
She
was
walking
quickly
,
lightly
,
in
a
way
that
made
me
realize
I
had
never
seen
her
move
naturally
before
.
She
came
across
the
gravel
and
I
stared
at
her
and
she
stared
at
me
.
Running
up
the
steps
,
a
glance
at
Conchis
,
she
came
,
fficking
her
hair
back
,
with
a
sort
of
cool
impudence
—
I
was
sure
the
whole
entry
had
been
rehearsed
—
and
stood
some
six
feet
in
front
of
me
;
her
back
to
Conchis
;
then
winked
,
to
invalidate
the
part
she
was
playing
.
"
Good
morning
.
"
Her
voice
was
louder
than
usual
;
formal
.
"
Hello
.
"
She
gave
another
glance
,
a
tiny
smile
,
back
at
Conchis
,
who
stood
by
the
table
,
then
looked
boldly
back
at
me
.
But
hidden
from
him
her
left
hand
was
against
her
ribs
,
and
two
fingers
were
crossed
"
Maurice
has
told
you
?
About
America
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
I
am
sorry
.
"
I
said
,
"
All
you
’
ve
told
me
was
…
not
serious
?
"
She
put
a
touch
of
sharpness
into
her
voice
;
turned
half
away
.
"
I
can
’
t
discuss
it
.
I
’
ll
write
.
I
’
ve
got
to
get
away
.
"
Conchis
came
up
beside
us
and
looked
at
her
so
long
that
she
frowned
.
"
Not
very
convincing
,
my
dear
.
From
an
actress
of
your
caliber
.
"
She
sensed
at
once
that
something
was
wrong
;
flashed
a
look
at
me
,
saw
me
smiling
;
then
back
at
Conchis
.
"
Has
…
?
"
Her
eyes
accused
mine
.
"
My
dear
Julie
,
I
asked
too
much
.
I
miscalculated
.
Nicholas
has
made
me
understand
how
much
.
"
She
said
to
me
,
"
You
haven
’
t
—
"
"
No
.
Nicholas
has
done
nothing
.
Our
little
final
plan
—
we
forget
it
.
"
I
reached
out
a
hand
and
she
took
it
hesitantly
,
still
bewildered
.
"
But
you
said
…
"
"
Never
mind
.
It
is
better
so
.
"
Joe
appeared
in
the
music
-
room
door
,
with
two
heavy
suitcases
.
Conchis
said
,
"
Hermes
will
help
you
.
"
"
Aw
come
on
.
You
know
that
joke
about
the
white
man
’
s
burden
?
They
make
it
,
we
carry
it
.
"
I
watched
Julie
’
s
face
.
She
gave
an
almost
indignant
look
at
Conchis
,
then
frowned
again
;
then
smiled
,
ruefully
;
then
glanced
at
me
.
Joe
was
grinning
at
her
.
"
Sorry
,
baby
.
There
were
times
I
could
have
said
worlds
.
"
Conchis
said
,
"
Joe
is
a
very
promising
young
actor
from
America
.
I
’
m
afraid
he
played
his
part
rather
too
well
.
"
She
said
,
"
I
’
m
afraid
he
has
.
"
Joe
put
down
the
cases
.
"
No
hard
feelings
?
"
He
put
out
his
hand
and
she
shook
it
,
though
like
myself
,
tentatively
.
She
kept
on
looking
at
me
,
with
a
vague
hint
of
hurt
suspicion
in
her
eyes
,
as
if
I
might
still
be
in
the
conspiracy
.
"
Well
,
one
thing
,
"
said
Joe
,
"
now
you
both
got
the
same
person
to
hate
.
Nice
for
you
.
"
He
picked
up
the
suitcases
and
started
dowrt
the
steps
.
But
he
paused
a
moment
and
grinned
goodbye
back
at
us
.
Conchis
came
forward
.
"
Well
.
I
will
say
no
more
.
Julie
,
you
will
stay
…
as
long
as
you
wish
.
I
have
told
Hermes
.
"
She
looked
at
me
.
"
Maurice
has
lent
me
his
house
in
the
village
.
That
was
the
surprise
.
"
I
smiled
at
him
.
"
A
very
nice
one
.
"
Julie
said
,
"
I
’
m
so
sorry
,
Maurice
.
I
’
ve
ruined
everything
.
"
"
My
dear
,
perhaps
this
year
…
perhaps
I
hoped
for
too
much
.
But
next
year
.
Who
knows
?
There
may
be
an
English
master
at
the
school
who
has
newly
married
?
"
His
dark
eyes
fficked
momentarily
at
me
.
"
And
we
shall
see
.
I
have
an
idea
that
requires
…
but
not
now
.
"
He
put
his
hands
tenderly
on
her
shoulders
,
gave
her
a
long
look
.
"
I
am
forgiven
?
"
She
smiled
,
and
he
leant
forward
and
kissed
her
on
both
cheeks
and
patted
her
avuncularly
.
There
were
more
footsteps
on
the
gravel
:
Hermes
coming
back
from
the
beach
.
Simultaneously
I
became
aware
of
the
till
then
unconsciously
heard
sound
of
an
airplane
.
He
called
to
us
in
Greek
,
"
It
is
coming
.
"
Julie
came
beside
me
and
I
put
my
arm
round
her
and
kissed
the
side
of
her
head
.
Conchis
was
moving
,
speaking
in
Greek
to
Hermes
,
giving
instructions
.
She
breathed
something
I
hardly
heard
.
"
Oh
I
’
ve
so
missed
you
.
You
got
my
letter
?
"
I
chueked
her
shoulder
.
"
Why
’
s
he
canceled
—
"
Conchis
turned
,
as
Hermes
walked
back
to
the
cottage
.
"
Now
,
Hermes
has
lunch
ready
for
you
.
Then
he
is
going
to
lock
up
and
if
you
wish
to
go
back
in
the
boat
…
"
"
I
’
d
rather
walk
.
"
"
He
can
carry
your
case
then
.
And
I
will
telephone
June
.
"
Julie
said
,
"
Oh
please
do
.
"
I
could
see
the
plane
,
a
seaplane
,
coming
in
to
land
off
Bourani
;
an
echo
.
"
The
colonel
’
s
arriving
.
"
Conchis
smiled
.
"
No
.
But
Greece
’
s
only
air
-
taxi
.
"
He
faced
me
.
"
Nicholas
.
After
all
.
"
It
was
not
an
adverbial
phrase
.
Taking
me
by
one
hand
and
Julie
by
the
other
,
he
raised
his
eyes
with
a
sort
of
tender
irony
.
"
’
Look
down
,
you
gods
,
and
on
this
couple
drop
a
blessed
crown
.
"
Then
he
let
go
of
our
hands
and
started
down
the
steps
.
We
followed
.
But
he
turned
quickly
and
pushed
us
back
with
his
hands
,
both
upraised
,
forbidding
,
though
with
a
smile
—
he
had
his
briefcase
in
one
hand
and
the
hieratic
gesture
was
guyed
.
Julie
called
,
"
Next
year
.
"
He
lowered
his
arms
then
,
and
made
a
kind
of
openhanded
final
-
curtain
bow
before
turning
and
going
on
.
We
let
him
drop
out
of
sight
,
then
we
went
down
to
the
seat
beside
the
path
.
We
saw
Maria
and
Joe
were
already
sitting
in
the
boat
.
Conchis
and
Hermes
appeared
.
The
green
seaplane
was
taxiing
back
slowly
towards
the
land
.
A
man
in
khaki
dungarees
clambered
down
onto
the
port
float
and
got
ready
to
hold
the
boat
as
it
came
alongside
.
We
saw
the
three
passengers
wave
.
Maria
went
into
the
cabin
,
then
Conchis
,
then
Joe
,
and
the
suitcases
were
passed
up
as
well
.
Then
boat
and
seaplane
drifted
apart
,
and
the
latter
swung
round
into
the
wind
.
The
engine
roared
,
twin
white
trails
,
and
in
a
very
short
time
it
was
airborne
,
heading
first
southeast
,
then
climb
-
banking
steeply
to
the
left
,
Athensward
.
I
turned
to
Julie
.
"
What
was
the
last
scene
that
wasn
’
t
?
"
She
gave
me
a
grave
,
searching
look
.
"
You
didn
’
t
know
?
"
"
Look
,
I
’
m
the
victim
.
Not
you
.
"
She
stared
at
me
,
then
she
pointed
at
the
disappearing
plane
.
"
I
was
to
be
on
it
,
you
were
to
think
I
’
d
decided
to
go
to
America
You
would
have
left
here
feeling
…
a
little
miserable
?
"
I
kissed
her
hair
again
.
"
But
the
plane
would
have
landed
the
other
side
of
the
island
.
I
was
to
go
to
the
school
.
Perhaps
wait
in
your
room
.
You
’
d
have
come
back
—
"
I
smiled
.
"
I
almost
wish
he
’
d
done
it
.
"
"
I
’
d
love
to
have
seen
your
face
.
But
what
’
s
happened
?
What
did
you
say
to
him
?
"
I
pulled
her
round
.
She
had
a
pale
lipstick
on
,
her
tilt
-
cornered
eyes
had
been
accentuated
by
a
pencil
;
and
she
was
wearing
a
bra
for
the
first
time
.
I
had
yet
another
Julie
to
discover
.
I
said
,
"
Later
.
"
We
saw
Hermes
climbing
the
path
towards
us
.
Julie
sat
up
and
smoothed
back
her
hair
.
Every
time
she
had
tried
to
speak
I
had
stopped
her
.
Now
she
stood
and
looked
down
at
me
,
almost
sullenly
,
a
strange
new
face
.
"
What
’
s
wrong
?
"
"
You
.
"
She
turned
away
.
I
stood
behind
her
and
put
my
hands
on
her
hips
;
kissed
the
side
of
her
neck
.
Hermes
came
toiling
up
the
path
in
his
methodical
peasant
way
.
We
stood
apart
.
He
said
he
would
lay
the
lunch
"
Maria
"
had
left
,
and
passed
on
.
Slowly
,
hand
in
hand
,
we
followed
him
back
towards
the
house
.
"
Come
on
.
I
hear
he
’
s
told
you
the
final
,
ultimate
,
absolute
truth
.
"
She
looked
amazed
,
then
teased
,
then
amused
;
bowed
her
head
with
laughter
.
I
jerked
her
hand
.
"
What
’
s
so
funny
?
"
"
Can
’
t
you
guess
?
"
Her
bright
eyes
sideways
on
mine
.
"
He
…
"
She
nodded
.
"
He
told
us
you
would
be
told
everything
last
night
.
"
I
looked
to
the
east
.
"
The
last
laugh
.
I
might
have
known
.
"
"
Perhaps
he
’
ll
tell
June
.
"
"
Where
is
she
?
"
"
In
Athens
.
"
"
You
must
have
had
more
confidence
in
Maurice
than
I
did
.
"
"
She
’
s
waiting
to
hear
from
me
.
We
’
ve
agreed
on
a
code
.
If
I
say
Emily
it
means
,
Everything
’
s
fine
,
wait
till
I
write
.
If
I
say
Charlotte
,
it
means
,
Come
at
once
.
If
I
say
Anne
,
it
means
,
Stay
where
you
are
till
I
come
.
"
"
Emily
?
"
"
Emily
.
"
Her
fingers
laced
into
mine
.
I
told
her
about
the
episode
on
the
ridge
,
about
what
had
happened
that
morning
.
We
wandered
through
the
vegetable
garden
and
sat
on
the
ground
in
the
shade
of
the
two
loquats
at
the
end
.
She
took
off
her
coat
and
lay
back
.
"
Maurice
has
been
sweet
these
last
two
or
three
days
.
