上外版大学英语写作精选第四册(7)

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Unit 7

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A young man finds it very difficult to say no to a woman as a result he gets into trouble. The restaurant to which he has agreed to take his luncheon date is far too expensive for his small pocketbook. How， then， will he be able to avoid the embarrassing situation？

THE LUNCHEON

W.Somerset Maugham

I caught sight of her at the play， and in answer to her beckoning I went over during the interval and sat down beside her. It was long since I had last seen her， and if someone had not mentioned her name I hardly think I would have recognised her. She addressed me brightly.

"Well， its many years since we first met. How time does fly！ Were none of us getting any younger. Do you remember the first time I saw you？ You asked me to luncheon."

Did I remember？

It was twenty years ago and I was living in Paris. I had a tiny apartment in the Latin Quarter overlooking a cemetery， and I was earning barely enough money to keep body and soul together. She had read a book of mine and had written to me about it. I answered， thanking her， and presently I received from her another letter saying that she was passing through Paris and would like to have a chat with me； but her time was limited， and the only free moment she had was on the following Thursday； she was spending the morning at the Luxembourg and would I give her a little luncheon at Foyots afterwards？ Foyots is a restaurant at which the French senators eat， and it was so far beyond my means that I had never even thought of going there. But I was flattered， and I was too young to have learned to say no to a woman. （Few men， I may add， learn this until they are too old to make it of any consequence to a woman what they say.） I had eight francs （gold francs） to last me the rest of the month， and a modest luncheon should not cost more than fifteen. If I cut out coffee for the next two weeks I could manage well enough.

I answered that I would meet my friend —— by correspondence —— at Foyots on Thursday at half past twelve. She was not so young as I expected and in appearance imposing rather than attractive， she was， in fact， a woman of forty （a charming age， but not one that excites a sudden and devastating passion at first sight）， and she gave me the impression of having more teeth， white and large and even， than were necessary for any practical purpose. She was talkative， but since she seemed inclined to talk about me I was prepared to be an attentive listener.

I was startled when the bill of fare was brought， for the prices were a great deal higher than I had anticipated. But she reassured me.

"I never eat anything for luncheon，" She said.

"Oh， dont say that！" I answered generously.

"I never eat more than one thing. I think people eat far too much nowadays. A little fish， perhaps. I wonder if they have any salmon.

Well， it was early in the year for salmon and it was not on the bill of fare， but I asked the waiter if there was any. Yes， a beautiful salmon had just come in， it was the first they had had. I ordered it for my guest. The waiter asked her if she would have something while it was being cooked.

"No，" she answered， "I never eat more than one thing. Unless you have a little caviare. I never mind caviare."

My heart sank a little. I knew I could not afford caviare， but I could not very well tell her that. I told the waiter by all means to bring caviare. For myself I chose the cheapest dish on the menu and that was a mutton chop.

" I think you are unwise to eat meat，" she said. " I dont know how you can expect to work after eating heavy things like chops. I dont believe in overloading my stomach."