Travels with my aunt / Путешествие с тетушкой. Книга для чтения на английском языке

“Can you remember the elephant’s name?”

Hatty was putting out two more cups from a china cabinet. There was a fringed shawl over that too. She said, “It wasn’t a common name like Jumbo. Something classical. How one forgets things[50 - How one forgets things – (разг.) Память совсем плохая стала], Augusta, at our age”.

“Was it Caesar?”

“No, it wasn’t Caesar. Do you take sugar, Mr. – ?”

“Call him Henry, Hatty.”

“One lump,” I said.

“Oh dear, oh dear, I had such a good memory once.”

“The water’s boiling, dear.”

The kettle was on a spirit ring close to a big brown teapot. She began to pour out.

“Oh, I quite forgot the strainer,” she said.

“Never mind, Hatty.”

“It’s because of my clients. I never strain theirs, so I forget when I’m alone.”

There was a plate of ginger-snaps and I accepted one for politeness’ sake. “From the Old Steine,” Aunt Augusta told me.

“And now they have turned it into a betting shop,”

Hatty said. “Pluto, dear? Was it Pluto?”

“No, I’m sure it wasn’t Pluto. I think it began with a T.”

“I can’t think of anything classical beginning with T.”

“There was a point to his name.”

“There certainly was.”

“Historical.”

“Yes.

“You remember the dogs, dear. They are in the photo too.”

“It was them gave Curran the idea.”

“The Revered,” Aunt Augusta repeated again, and they laughed in unison at their private memory. I felt very much alone, so I took another ginger-snap.

“The boy has a sweet tooth[51 - has a sweet tooth – (разг.) сластена, сладкоежка, лакомка]”, Hatty remarked.

“To think that little shop in the Old Steine survived two great wars.

“We’ve survived,” Hatty replied, “but they aren’t turning us into betting shops.”

“Oh, it will need an atom bomb to destroy us,” Aunt Augusta said.

I thought it was time to speak. “The situation in the Middle East is pretty serious,” I said, “judging from today’s Guardian.”

“You can never tell,” Hatty said, and they were both for a while buried in thought.