Erich Maria Remarque Fullscreen Three comrades (1936)

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Another large one?"

"A very large one, see!"

"Certainly, sir." He bowed. "It is a table for six persons, you see, sir," said he apologetically.

"Very good. Only bring the cognac."

The athlete appeared to belong to a temperance club as well.

She glared at my schnapps as if it were stinking fish.

To annoy her I ordered another and glared back.

The whole business suddenly struck me as absurd.

What did I want here?

And what did I want with the girl?

I didn't know even if in all the hubbub and jabber I should recognize her anyway.

Vexed, I tipped down my cognac.

"Salut," said somebody behind me.

I started up.

There she stood, laughing.

"You've begun in good time."

I put the glass that I still had in my hand, down on the table.

I was suddenly bewildered.

The girl looked entirely different from what I remembered.

Among the multitude of cafe-eating, well-fed women she looked like a slim young Amazon, cool, radiant, sure and unapproachable.

"That will never go with us," thought I, and said:

"And where did you spring from so mysteriously?

I've been watching the door all the time."

She pointed over to the right.

"There's another entrance over there.

But I am late.

Have you been waiting long?"

"Not at all.

Two or three minutes at the most.

I've only just arrived myself."

The coffee club at my table had become quiet.

I felt the appraising glances of four sober matrons on my back.

"Shall we stay here?" I asked.

With a swift glance the girl surveyed the table.

Her mouth twitched.

She looked at me with amusement.

"Cafes are all alike, I'm afraid."

I shook my head.

"They are better when they are empty.

This place is a devil of a hole, it gives one an inferiority complex.

We would do better to go to a bar."

"A bar.

Are there bars open in broad daylight then?"

"I know one," said I. "They are peaceful at any rate.

If you like that—"

"Oh, do I?"

I looked at her.

I could not for the moment decide how she meant that.

I had nothing against irony if it was not against me; but I always had a bad conscience.

"All right, let's go then," said she.