Adore tripe and onions. Oh, Michael, Michael, if you love me, if you've got any

spark of tenderness in that hard heart of yours, let me have a bottle of beer."

"Julia."

"Just this once. It's not often I ask you to do anything for me."

"Oh well, after the performance you gave tonight I suppose I can't say no, but

by God, I'll see that Miss Phillips pitches into you tomorrow."

 

 

 

WHEN Julia got to bed (когда Джулия легла в постель) and slipped her feet

down (и легко вытянула ноги; to slip down — соскользнуть, поскользнуться)

to the comfort of her hot-water bottle (чтобы почувствовать комфорт своей

грелки; hot — горячий; water — вода; bottle — бутыль), she took a happy look

at her room (она счастливо оглядела свою комнату), rose-pink and Nattier-blue

(бледно-розовую и голубую /в стиле Наттье/), with the gold cherubs of her

dressing-table (с золоченными херувимчиками у трюмо: «туалетного столика

с зеркалом»), and sighed with satisfaction (и вздохнула с удовлетворением).

She thought how very Madame de Pompadour it was (она думала, как она

/комната/ напоминала /стиль/ мадам де Помпадур). She put out the light (она

выключила свет; to put out the light — потушить, погасить свет) but she did

not feel at all sleepy (но она совершенно не хотела спать: «совершенно не

чувствовала себя сонной»). She would have liked really to go to Quag's and

dance (она бы предпочла: «очень хотела бы», на самом деле, отправиться в

/клуб/ «Квэг» и потанцевать; quag = quagmire — болото, трясина), but not to

dance with Michael (но танцевать не с Майклом), to dance with Louis XV (а

потанцевать с Людовиком XV) or Ludwig of Bavaria (или с Людвигом

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Баварским) or Alfred de Musset (или с Альфредом де Мюссе). Clairon and the

Bal de l'Opйra (Клэрон и Бал в Опере).

 

hot-water ["hOt'wO:tq] cherub ['tSerqb] dance [dQ:ns]

 

WHEN Julia got to bed and slipped her feet down to the comfort of her hot-

Water bottle, she took a happy look at her room, rose-pink and Nattier-blue,

With the gold cherubs of her dressing-table, and sighed with satisfaction. She

Thought how very Madame de Pompadour it was. She put out the light but she

Did not feel at all sleepy. She would have liked really to go to Quag's and

Dance, but not to dance with Michael, to dance with Louis XV or Ludwig of