Коллекционер
Chapter 1
IknewIhadtohavetime,IhadtopretendIwoulddoit.Gothroughthemotions,astheysay.
TheotherthingIthoughtwassomethingIcoulddowhenitcametothepoint.
ThenextmorningIwentdown,IsaidI’dthoughtthingsover,Isawherpoint,I’dlookedintothematter,etcetera—oneroomcouldbeconverted,butitwouldtakemeaweek.IthoughtshewouldstartsulkingbutshetookitO.K.
"Butifthisisanotherput-off,Iwillfast.Youknowthat?"
I’ddoittomorrow,Isaid.Butitneedsalotofwoodandbarsspecial.Itmaytakeadayortwotogetthem.
Shegavemeagoodoldtightlook,butIjusttookherbucket.
Afterthat,wegotonallright,exceptthatIwaspretendingallthetime.Wedidn’tsaymuch,butshewasn’tsharp.OnenightshewantedabathandshewantedtoseetheroomandwhatI’ddone.Well,Iknewshewould;IhadgotsomewoodandmadeitlookasifIwasseriouslydoingthingstothewindow(itwasabackbedroom).ShesaidshewantedoneofthoseoldWindsorchairsinit(quitelikeoldtimes,heraskingforsomething)whichIgotthenextdayandactuallytookdownandshowedher.Shewouldn’thaveitdownthere,ithadtogobackup.Shesaidshedidn’twantanythingshehad(inthewayoffurniture)downstairsupstairs.Itwasdeadeasy.Aftershesawtheroomandthescrew-holesshereallyseemedtothinkIwasgoingtobesoftenoughtolethercomeup.
