Part 45 (1/2)
Through two interminable hours the thing went on and on like that.
Several times, in the first hour, we tried to stop him by this means or that, but after awhile we learned that interruptions only opened other floodgates, and that it was best, upon the whole, to try to cultivate a state of inner numbness, and let his voice roll on.
Sometimes I fancied that I was becoming pa.s.sive and resigned. Then suddenly a wave of hate would come boiling up inside me, and my fingers would itch to be at the man's throat: to strangle him, not rapidly, but slowly, so that he would suffer. I wanted to see his tongue hang out, his eyes bulge, and his face turn blue; to see him swell up, as he kept generating words, inside, until at last, being unable to emit them, he should burst, like an overcharged balloon.
Once or twice I was on the verge of leaping at him, but then I would think to myself: ”No; I must not consider my own pleasure. If I kill him it will get into the New York papers, and my family and friends will not understand it, because they have not heard him talk.”
[Ill.u.s.tration: We believed we had encountered every kind of ”booster”
that creeps, crawls, walks, crows, cries, bellows, barks or brays, but it remained for the Exposition to show us a new specimen]
Somehow or other my companion and I managed to survive until lunch time, but then we insisted upon being taken back to the St. Francis. He did not want to take us. He did not like to let us escape, even for an hour, for it was only too evident that several five-foot-shelves of books were still inside him, eager to get out.
At the door of the hotel he said: ”I could stop and lunch with you. In that way we would lose no time. Ah, there is so much to be told! What city in the world can vie with San Francisco either in the beauty or the natural advantages of her situation? Indeed there are but two places in Europe--Constantinople and Gibraltar--that combine an equally perfect landscape with what may be called an equally imperial position. Yes, I think we had better remain together during this brief midday period at which, from time immemorial, it has been the custom of the human race to minister to the wants of the inner man, as the great bard puts it.”
”Thank you,” said my companion, firmly. ”We appreciate the offer, but we have an engagement to lunch, to-day, with several friends who are troubled with bubonic plague and Asiatic cholera.”
”So be it,” said our warden. ”I shall return for you within the hour. It shall be my pleasure, as well as my duty, to show you all points of interest, to give you a brief historical sketch of this coveted Mecca of men's dreams, to tell you of its awakening, of the bringing of order out of chaos, of....”
It was still going on as we entered the hotel, and from a window, we saw that he was sitting alone in the tonneau, talking to himself, as the motor drove away.
”How long will it take you to pack?” my companion asked me.
”About an hour,” I said.
”There's a train for New York at two,” said he.
We moved over to the porter's desk, and were arranging for tickets and reservations when the Exposition Official, who had a.s.signed our guide to us, pa.s.sed through the lobby.
”Did you enjoy your morning?” he inquired.
We gazed at him for a moment, in silence. Then, in a hoa.r.s.e voice, I managed to say: ”We shall not go out with him this afternoon.”
”But he is counting on it,” protested the Official.
”_We shall not go out with him this afternoon!_” said my companion, in a voice that caused heads to turn.
”Why not?” inquired the other.
I was afraid that my companion might say something rude, so I replied.
”We are going away from here,” I declared.
”Oh,” said the Official, ”if you have to leave town, it can't be helped.
But if you should stay in San Francisco and refuse to go out with him again, it might hurt his feelings.”
”Good!” returned my companion. ”We won't go until to-morrow.”
CHAPTER XL