She changed into her one-piece bathing-suit, put on her espadrilles and a man's dressing-gown (no nonsense about it) and went to Eden Roc. There was still time for a bathe before luncheon. She passed through the Monkey House, looking about her to say good morning to anyone she knew, for she felt on a sudden at peace with mankind, and then stopped dead still. She could not believe her eyes. Beatrice was sitting at one of the tables, by herself; she wore the pyjamas she had bought at Molyneux's a day or two before, she had a string of pearls round her neck, and Frank's quick eyes saw that she had just had her hair waved; her cheeks, her eyes, her lips were made up. Fat, nay vast, as she was, none could deny that she was an extremely handsome woman. But what was she doing? With the slouching gait of the Neanderthal man which was Frank's characteristic walk she went up to Beatrice. In her black bathing-dress Frank looked like the huge cetacean which the Japanese catch in the Torres Straits and which the vulgar call a sea-cow.
"Beatrice, what are you doing (Беатрис, что ты делаешь)?" she cried in her deep voice (закричала она своим низким голосом).
It was like the roll of thunder in the distant mountains (это было словно раскат грома в далеких горах). Beatrice looked at her coolly (Беатрис невозмутимо посмотрела на нее).
"Eating," she answered (ем, ответила она).
"Damn it, I can see you're eating (черт возьми, я вижу, /что/ ты ешь;
In front of Beatrice was a plate of
"You'll kill yourself (ты убьешь себя)," said Frank.
"I don't care (мне наплевать)," mumbled Beatrice with her mouth full (невнятно произнесла Беатрис с полным ртом;
"You'll put on pounds and pounds (ты наберешь много фунтов: «прибавишь фунты и фунты)."
"Go to hell (иди к черту;
She actually laughed in Frank's face (она фактически смеялась в лицо Фрэнк). My God, how good those
damn [dxm], croissant [krq`sRnt], spread [spred]
"Beatrice, what are you doing?" she cried in her deep voice.
It was like the roll of thunder in the distant mountains. Beatrice looked at her coolly.
"Eating," she answered.
"Damn it, I can see you're eating."
In front of Beatrice was a plate of
"You'll kill yourself," said Frank.
"I don't care," mumbled Beatrice with her mouth full.
"You'll put on pounds and pounds."
"Go to hell!"