Сердца трех / Hearts of Three

A late breakfast of fruit and cereal had occurred along the route to the library the austerely elegant room from which his father, toward the last, had directed vast and manifold affairs.

�Parker,’ he said to the valet who had been his father’s before him, �did you ever notice any signs of fat on R. H. M. in his last days?’

��Oh, no, sir,’ was the answer, uttered with all the due humility of the trained servant, but accompanied by an involuntarily measuring glance that scanned the young man’s splendid proportions.

�Your father, sir, never lost his leanness. His figure was always the same, broad-shouldered, deep in the chest, big-boned, but lean, always lean, sir, in the middle. When he was laid out, sir, and bathed, his body would have shamed most of the young men about town. He always took good care of himself; it was those exercises in bed, sir. Half an hour every morning. Nothing prevented. He called it religion.’

�Yes, he was a fine figure of a man,’ the young man responded idly, glancing to the stock-ticker[2 - Stock-ticker – устройство, автоматически обновляющее информацию о ценах на акции.

] and the several telephones his father had installed.

�He was that,’ Parker agreed eagerly. �He was lean and aristocratic in spite of his shoulders and bone and chest. And you’ve inherited it, sir, only on more generous lines.’

Young Francis Morgan, inheritor of many millions as well as brawn, lolled back luxuriously in a huge leather chair, stretched his legs after the manner of a full-vigored menagerie lion that is over-spilling with vigor, and glanced at a headline of the morning paper which informed him of a fresh slide in the Culebra Cut at Panama.

�If I didn’t know we Morgans didn’t run that way,’ he yawned, �I’d be fat already from this existence… Eh, Parker?’

The elderly valet, who had neglected prompt reply, startled at the abrupt interrogative interruption of the pause.

�Oh, yes, sir,’ he said hastily. �I mean, no, sir. You are in the pink of condition.’

�Not on your life,’ the young man assured him. �I may not be getting fat, but I am certainly growing soft… Eh, Parker?’

�Yes, sir. No, sir; no, I mean no, sir. You’re just the same as when you came home from college three years ago.’

�And took up loafing as a vocation,’ Francis laughed. �Parker!’

Parker was alert attention.