The Last Tea
The young man in the chocolate-brown suit sat down at the table where the girl with the artificial camellia had been sitting for forty minutes.
"Guess I must be late," he said. "Sorry you been waiting."
"Oh, goodness'" she said "I just got here myself, just about a second ago. I simply went ahead and ordered because I was dying for a cup of tea. I was late, myself. I haven't been here more than a minute." "That's good," he said. "Hey, hey, easy on the sugar - one lump is fair enough. And take away those cakes. Terrible! Do I feel terrible!' "Ah," she said, "said do? Ah. Whadda matter?"
"Oh, I'm ruined," he said. "I'm in terrible shape."
"Ah, the poor boy" she said. "Was it feelen’ mizzable? Ah, and it came way up here to meet me! You shouldn't have done that, I'd have understood. Ah, just think of it coming all the way up here when it’s so sick!"
"Oh, that's all right," he said. "I might as well be here as any place else. Any place is like any other place, the way I feel today. Oh, I’m all shot."
"Why, that's just awful," she said. "Why, you poor sick thing, goodness, I hope it isn't influenza. They say there's a lot of it around." "Influenza!" he said. "I wish that was all I had. Oh, I'm poisoned. I’m through. I'm off the stuff for life. Know what time I got to bed? Twenty minutes past five, A. M., this morning. What a night! What an evening!" "I thought," she said, "that you were going to stay at the office and work late. You said you'd be working every night this week." "Yeah, I know," he said. "But it gave me the jumps, thinking about going down there and sitting at that desk. I went up to May's, she was throwing a party. Say, there was somebody there said they knew you." "Honestly?" she said. "Man or woman?"
"Dame," he said. "Name's Carol McCall. Say, why haven't I been told about her before? That's what I call a girl. What a looker she is!" "Oh, really?" she said. "That's funny - I never heard of anyone that thought that. I've heard people say she was sort of nice-looking, if she wouldn't make up so much. But I never heard of anyone that thought she was pretty." "Pretty is right," he said. "What a couple of eyes she's got on her!" "Really?" she said. "I never noticed them particularly. But I haven't seen her for a long time - sometimes people change, or something." "She says she used to go to school with you," he said.
"Well, we went to the same school," she said. "I simply happened to go to public school because it happened to be right near us, and Mother hated to have me crossing streets. But she was three or four classes ahead of me. She's ages older than I am." "She's three or four classes ahead of them all," he said. "Dance! Can she step! 'Burn your clothes, baby," I kept telling her. I must have been fried pretty." "I was out dancing myself, last night," she said. "Wally Dillon and I. He’s just been pestering me to go out with him. He's the most wonderful dancer. Goodness! I didn't get home till 1 don't know what time. I must look just simply a wreck. Don't I?" "You look all right," he said.
'Wally's crazy," she said. "The things he says! For some crazy reason or other, he's got it into his head that I've got beautiful eyes, and, well, he just kept talking about them till I didn't know where to look, I was so embarrassed. I got so red. I thought everybody in the place would be looking at me. I got just as red as a brick. Beautiful eyes! Isn't he crazy?" "He's all right," he said. "Say, this little McCall girl, she's had аll kinds of offers to go into moving pictures. 'Why don't you go ahead and go?' I told her. But she says she doesn't feel like it." "There was a man up at the lake, two summers ago," she said. "He was a director or something with one of the big moving-picture people — oh, he had all kinds of influence! — and he used to keep insisting and insisting that I ought to be in the movies Said I ought to be doing sort of Garbo parts. I used to just laugh at him. Imagine!" "She's had about a million offers," he said. "I told her to go ahead and go. She keeps getting these offers all the time." "Oh, really?" she said. "Oh, listen, I knew I had something to ask you. Did you call me up last night, by any chance?" "Me?" he said. "No, I didn't call you."
"While I was out. Mother said this man's voice kept calling up," she said. "I thought maybe it might be you, by some chance. I wonder who it could have been. Oh — I guess I know who it was. Yes, that's who it was!" "No, I didn't call you," he said. "I couldn't have seen a telephone, last night. What a head I had on me, this morning! I called Carol up, around ten, and she said she was feeling great. Can that girl hold her liquor!" "It's a funny thing about me," she said. "It just makes me feel sort of sick to see a girl drink. It's just something in me, I guess. I don't mind a man so much, but it makes me feel perfectly terrible to see a girl get intoxicated. It's just the way I am, I suppose." "Does she carry it!" he said. "And then feels great the next day. There's a girl! Hey, what are you doing there? I don't want any more tea, thanks. I'm not one of these tea boys. And these tea rooms give me the jumps. Look at all those old dames, will you? Enough to give you the jumps.” "Of course, if you'd rather be some place, drinking, with I don’t know what kinds of people," she said, "I'm sure I don't see how I can help that. Goodness, there are enough people that are glad enough to make me to tea. I don't know how many people keep calling me up and pestering me to take me to tea. Plenty of people!" "All right, all right. I'm here, aren't I?" he said. "Keep your hair on." "I could name them all day." she said.
"All right." he said. "What's there to crab about?"
"Goodness, it isn't any of my business what you do," she said. "But I hate to see you wasting your time with people that aren't dearly good enough for you. That's all." "No need worrying over me," he said. "I'll be all right. Listen. You don't have to worry." "It's just I don't like to see you wasting your time," she said, "staying up all night and then feeling terribly the next day. Ah, I was forgetting he was so sick. Ah, I was mean, wasn't I, scolding him when he was so mizzable. Poor boy. How's he feel now?" "Oh, I'm all right," he said. "I feel fine. You want anything else? How about getting a check? I got to make a telephone call before six." "Oh, really?" she said. "Calling up Carol?"
"She said she might be in around now," he said.
"Seeing her tonight?" she said.
"She's going to let me know when I call up," he said. "She's probably got about a million dates. Why?" "I was just wondering," she said. "Goodness, I've got to fly! I'm having dinner with Wally, and he's so crazy, he's probably there now. He's called me up about a hundred times today." "Wait till I pay the check," he said, "and I'll put you on a bus." "Oh, don't bother," she said. "It's right at the corner. I've got to fly. I suppose you want to stay and call up your friend from here?" "It's an idea," he said. "Sure you'll be all right?"
“Oh, sure," she said. Busily she gathered her gloves and purse, and left her chair. He rose, not quite fully, as she stopped beside him. When'll I see you again?" she said. 'I'll call you up," he said. "I'm all tied up, down at the office and everything. Tell you what I'll do. I'll give you a ring." “Honestly, I have more dates!" she said. "It's terrible. I don't know when I'll have a minute. But you call up, will you?" “I'll do that," he said. "Take care of yourself."
"You take care of yourself," she said. "Hope you'll feel all right" "Oh, I'm fine," he said. "Just beginning to come back to life." "Be sure and let me know how you feel," she said. "Will you? Sure, now? Well, good-bye. Oh, have a good time tonight!"
"Thanks," he said. "Hope you have a good time, too."
"Oh, I will," she said. "I expect to. I've got to rush! Oh, I nearly forgot! Thanks ever so much for the tea. It was lovely." "Be yourself, will you?" he said.
"It was," she said. "Well. Now don't forget to call me up, will you? Sure? Well, good-bye." "So long," he said.
She walked on down the little line between the blue-painted tables.
Questions and Tasks
1. What is the story about? Give the plot in 3-5 sentences. 2. Is the title in any way suggestive?
3. What typical features of Dorothy Parker’s manner of writing can you trace in the story? 4. What creates the perspective of the story and establishes the basic disparity between the characters from the beginning of the story? 5. Describe the main characters? What do you feel about them both? 6. On whose side do the author's sympathies lie?
7. Why does the dialogue lose its natural character and obtains the form of two parallel streams. Dwell on the usage of hyperboles, highly emotional epithets, expressive interjections? In what way does the girl try to hide her own feelings? Why does she keep on talking about Wally? 8. Do you believe that Wally Dillon exists? Why does the girl return to the game of fancied date later on? 9. Why does the dialogue between the girl and the boy change its style again. Don't you think, that their departure seems to be final. What makes you think so? 10. What are the main differences between the young man and the girl? 11. What problem is tackled by D. Parker in the story? Is it topical today? 12. What is the prevailing tone of the story?
13. What is your impression of the story?
Suggested Writing Assignments
Give the profile of the young man in writing.
Do you sympathize with the girl or does her behavior cause your irritation,