Two Young Men, 23 To 24 Years Old

He'd been sitting in the cafe since ten-thirty expecting him to turn up any minute. Midnight had gone, and he was still waiting for him. It was now after one-thirty, and the cafe was almost deserted. He'd grown tired of reading newspapers mechanically. Of his three lonely shillings only one was left: waiting that long, he'd spent the others on coffees and brandy. And he'd smoked all his cigarettes. So much waiting had worn him out. Because alone like that for so many hours, he'd also begun to have disturbing thoughts about the immoral life he was living. But when he saw his friend come in weariness, boredom, thought all disappeared at once. His friend brought unexpected news. He'd won sixty pounds playing cards. Their good looks, their exquisite youthfulness, the sensitive love they shared were refreshed, livened, invigorated by the sixty pounds from the card table. Now all joy and vitality, feeling and charm, they went -not to the homes of their respectable families (where they were no longer wanted anyway)- they went to a familiar and very special house of debauchery, and they asked for a bedroom and expensive drinks, and they drank again. And when the expensive drinks were finished and it was close to four in the morning, happy, they gave themselves to love.