A SMALL TOWN IN GERMANY by John le Carré

She was long looking at him. Her fingertips were pressed together on her lap, making a basket of her hands.

‘I felt it would be wrong to refuse. It was one of those decisions which women find extremely difficult. I would have been quite glad of an early night, but I did not wish to cause offence. After all, it was Christmas Day, and his behaviour during the walk had been perfectly unobjectionable. On the other hand it must be said that I had barely seen him before that day. In the event, I agreed, but I said that I would not wish to be late home. He accepted this provision and I followed him to Königswinter in my car. To my surprise I found that he had prepared everything for my arrival. The table was laid for two. He had even persuaded the boilerman to come and light the fire. After supper, he told me that he loved me.’ Picking up her cigarette she drew sharply upon it. Her tone was more factual than ever: certain things had to be said. ‘He told me that in all his life he had never felt such emotion. From that first day that I had appeared at Chancery meeting, he had been going out of his mind. He pointed to the lights of the barges on the river. “I stand at my bedroom window,” he said, “and I watch every one of them, right through the night. Morning after morning, I watch the dawn rise on the river.” It was all due to his obsession for me. I was dumbfounded.’

‘What did you say?’

‘I had no chance to say anything. He wished to give me a present. Even if he never saw me again, he wished me to have this Christmas gift as a token of his love. He disappeared into the study and came back with a parcel, all wrapped up and ready, with a label, “To my love.” I was naturally completely at a loss. “I can’t accept this,” I said. “I refuse. I can’t allow you to give me things. It puts me at a disadvantage.” I explained to him that though he was completely English in many ways, in this respect the English did things differently. On the Conti­nent, it was quite customary to take women by storm, but in England courtship was a long and thoughtful matter. We would have to get to know one another, compare our views. There was the discrepancy in our ages; I had my career to consider. I didn’t know what to do,’ she added helplessly. The brittleness had vanished from her voice: she was helpless and a little pathetic. ‘He kept saying, after all it was Christmas; I should think of it as just an ordinary Christmas present.’

‘What was in the parcel?’

‘A hair-dryer. He said he admired my hair above everything. He watched the sun shine on it in the mornings. During Chancery meeting, you understand. He must have been speak­ing figuratively; we were having a wretched winter.’ She took a short breath. ‘It must have cost him twenty pounds. No one, not even my ex-fiancé during our most intimate period, has ever given me anything so valuable.’

She performed a second ritual with the cigarette box, duck­ing her hand forward and arresting it suddenly, selecting a cigarette as if it were a chocolate, not this one but that one, lighting it with a heavy frown. ‘We sat down and he put on a gramophone record. I am afraid I am not musical, but I thought that music might distract him. I was extremely sorry for him, and most reluctant to leave him in that condition. He just stared at me. I didn’t know where to look. Finally he came over and tried to embrace me, and I said I had to go home. He saw me to the car. He was very correct. Fortunately we had two more days of holiday. I was able to decide what to do. He telephoned twice to invite me to supper and I refused. By the end of the holiday, I had made up my mind. I wrote him a letter and returned the gift. I felt no other course was open to me. I went in early and left the parcel with the Chancery Guard. I explained in my letter that I had given great thought to all he had said and I was convinced I would never be able to return his affection. It would therefore be wrong for me to encourage him, and since we were colleagues and would be seeing a lot of each other, I felt it was only prudent to tell him this immediately, before -‘

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