smiled and jerked her head in the direction of her husband.
‘Isn’t he busy this morning,’ one of the women agreed.
‘Hardly been able to eat a thing, he’s been so hard at it,’ said the man who had been at the hotel before. And, except for the lion-hunters, the whole dining room laughed.
‘Just a minute,’ Johnny said, lifting a finger but not looking up from his quiz. ‘Just a minute – I got a set of questions to answer here. You’re in this too, Rita. You got to answer, too, in this one.’
‘Not me. You know I’ve got no brains. You don’t get me doing one of those things on a Sunday morning.’
‘Doesn’t need brains,’ he said, biting off the end of his sentence like a piece of thread. ‘ “How good a husband are you?” – there you are – ’
‘As if he needs a quiz to tell him that,’ she said, at the Cape Town party, who at once began to laugh at the scepto-comical twist to her face. ‘I’ll answer that one, my boy.’ And again they all laughed.
‘Here’s yours,’ he said, feeling for his coffee cup behind the folded paper. ‘“How good a wife are you?” ’
‘Ah, that’s easy,’ she said, pretending to show off, ‘I’ll answer that one, too.’
‘You go ahead,’ he said, with a look to the others, chin back, mouth pursed down. ‘Here you are. “Do you buy your husband’s toilet accessories, or does he choose his own?” ’
‘Come again?’ she said. ‘What they mean, toilet accessories?’
‘His soap, and his razor and things,’ called a man from the other table. ‘Violet hair-oil to put on his hair!’
Johnny ran a hand through his upstanding curls and shrank down in his seat.
Even the postmaster, who was rather shy, twitched a smile.
‘No, but seriously,’ said Rita, through the laughter, ‘how can I choose a razor for a man? I ask you!’
‘All they want to know is, do you or don’t you,’ said Johnny. ‘Come on, now.’
‘Well, if it’s a razor, of course I don’t,’ Rita said, appealing to the room.
‘Right! You don’t. “No.” ’ Johnny wrote.
‘Hey – wait a minute, what about the soap? I do buy the soap. I buy the soap for every man in this hotel! Don’t I get any credit for the soap—’
There were cries from the Cape Town table – ‘Yes, that’s not fair, Johnny, if she buys the soap.’
‘She buys the soap for the whole bang shoot of us.’
Johnny put down the paper. ‘Well, who’s she supposed to be a good wife to, anyway!’
All ten questions for the wife were gone through in this manner, with interruptions, suggestions and laughter from the dining room in general. And then Johnny called for quiet while he answered his ten. He was urged to read them out, but he said no, he could tick off his yesses and nos straight off; if he didn’t they’d all be sitting at breakfast until lunchtime. When he had done, he counted up his wife’s score and his own, and turned to another page to see the verdict.
‘Come on, let’s have it,’ called the man from the Cape Town table. ‘The suspense is horrible.’
Johnny was already skimming through the column. ‘You really want to hear it?’ he said. ‘Well, I’m warning you—’
‘Oh, get on with it,’ Rita said, with the possessive, irritated, yet placid air of a wife, scratching a drop of dried egg yolk off the print bosom of her dress.
‘Well, here goes,’ he said, in the tone of someone entering into the fun of the thing. ‘“There is clearly something gravely wrong with your marriage. You should see a doctor or better still, a psychiatrist”’ – he paused for effect, and the laugh – ‘“and seek help, as soon as possible!” ’
The man from Cape Town laughed till the tears ran into the creases at the corners of his eyes. Everyone else laughed and talked at once.
‘If that isn’t the limit!’
‘This psychology stuff!’
‘Have you ever—!’
‘Is there anything they don’t think of in the papers these days!’
‘There it is, my dear,’ said Johnny, folding the paper in mock solemnity, and pulling a funereal, yet careless face.
She laughed with him. She laughed looking down at her shaking body where the great cleft that ran between her breasts showed at the neck of her dress. She laughed and she heard, she alone heard, the catches and trips in her throat like the mad cries of some creature buried alive. The blood of a blush burned her whole body with