An International Episode

by Henry James
PART I

Four years ago--in 1874--two young Englishmen had occasion to go
to the United States. They crossed the ocean at midsummer,

and, arriving in New York on the first day of August,
were much struck with the fervid temperature of that city.

Disembarking upon the wharf, they climbed into one of those huge
high-hung coaches which convey passengers to the hotels,

and with a great deal of bouncing and bumping, took their
course through Broadway. The midsummeraspect of New York

is not, perhaps, the most favorable one; still, it is
not without its picturesque and even brilliant side.

Nothing could well resemble less a typical English street
than the interminable avenue, rich in incongruities,

through which our two travelers advanced--looking out on each
side of them at the comfortable animation of the sidewalks,

the high-colored, heterogeneous architecture, the huge white marble
facades glittering in the strong, crude light, and bedizened

with gilded lettering, the multifarious awnings, banners,
and streamers, the extraordinary number of omnibuses, horsecars,

and other democratic vehicles, the vendors of cooling fluids,
the white trousers and big straw hats of the policemen,

the tripping gait of the modish young persons on the pavement,
the general brightness, newness, juvenility, both of people

and things. The young men had exchanged few observations;
but in crossing Union Square, in front of the monument to Washington--

in the very shadow, indeed, projected by the image of the pater patriae>--one of them remarked to the other, "It seems

a rum-looking place."
"Ah, very odd, very odd," said the other, who was the clever

man of the two.
"Pity it's so beastly hot," resumed the first speaker after a pause.

"You know we are in a low latitude," said his friend.
"I daresay," remarked the other.

"I wonder," said the second speakerpresently, "if they can give
one a bath?"

"I daresay not," rejoined the other.
"Oh, I say!" cried his comrade.

This animateddiscussion was checked by their arrival at the hotel,
which had been recommended to them by an American gentleman whose acquaintance

they made--with whom, indeed, they became very intimate--on the steamer,
and who had proposed to accompany them to the inn and introduce them,

in a friendly way, to the proprietor. This plan, however, had been
defeated by their friend's finding that his "partner" was awaiting him on

the wharf and that his commercialassociate desired him instantly to come
and give his attention to certain telegrams received from St. Louis.

But the two Englishmen, with nothing but their national prestige and
personal graces to recommend them, were very well received at the hotel,

which had an air of capacioushospitality. They found that a bath was
not unattainable, and were indeed struck with the facilities for prolonged

and reiterated immersion with which their apartment was supplied.
After bathing a good deal--more, indeed, than they had ever done before on

a single occasion--they made their way into the dining room of the hotel,
which was a spaciousrestaurant, with a fountain in the middle, a great

many tall plants in ornamental tubs, and an array of French waiters.
The first dinner on land, after a sea voyage, is, under any circumstances,

a delightful occasion, and there was something particularly agreeable
in the circumstances in which our young Englishmen found themselves.

They were extremely good natured young men; they were more observant than
they appeared; in a sort of inarticulate, accidentally dissimulative fashion,

they were highly appreciative. This was, perhaps, especially the case
with the elder, who was also, as I have said, the man of talent.

They sat down at a little table, which was a very different affair
from the great clattering seesaw in the saloon of the steamer.

The wide doors and windows of the restaurant stood open, beneath large
awnings, to a wide pavement, where there were other plants in tubs,

and rows of spreading trees, and beyond which there was a large
shady square, without any palings, and with marble-paved walks.

And above the vivid verdure rose other facades of white marble and of
pale chocolate-colored stone, squaring themselves against the deep

blue sky. Here, outside, in the light and the shade and the heat,
there was a great tinkling of the bells of innumerable streetcars,

and a constant strolling and shuffling and rustling of many pedestrians,
a large proportion of whom were young women in Pompadour-looking dresses.

Within, the place was cool and vaguely lighted, with the plash of water,
the odor of flowers, and the flitting of French waiters, as I have said,

upon soundless carpets.
"It's rather like Paris, you know," said the younger of our two travelers."

"It's like Paris--only more so," his companion rejoined.
"I suppose it's the French waiters," said the first speaker.

"Why don't they have French waiters in London?"
"Fancy a French waiter at a club," said his friend.

The young Englishman started a little, as if he could not fancy it.
"In Paris I'm very apt to dine at a place where there's an English waiter.

Don't you know what's-his-name's, close to the thingumbob?
They always set an English waiter at me. I suppose they think I

can't speak French."
"Well, you can't." And the elder of the young Englishmen unfolded his napkin.

His companion took no notice whatever of this declaration. "I say,"
he resumed in a moment, "I suppose we must learn to speak American.

I suppose we must take lessons."
"I can't understand them," said the clever man.

"What the deuce is HE saying?" asked his comrade,
appealing from the French waiter.

"He is recommending some soft-shell crabs," said the clever man.
And so, in desultory observation of the idiosyncrasies of the new society

in which they found themselves, the young Englishmen proceeded to dine--
going in largely, as the phrase is, for cooling draughts and dishes,

of which their attendant offered them a very long list. After dinner
they went out and slowly walked about the neighboring streets. The early

dusk of waning summer was coming on, but the heat was still very great.
The pavements were hot even to the stout boot soles of the British travelers,

and the trees along the curbstone emitted strange exotic odors.
The young men wandered through the adjoining square--that queer place

without palings, and with marble walks arranged in black and white lozenges.
There were a great many benches, crowded with shabby-looking people,

and the travelers remarked, very justly, that it was not much like
Belgrave Square. On one side was an enormous hotel, lifting up into

the hot darkness an immense array of open, brightly lighted windows.
At the base of this populousstructure was an eternal jangle of horsecars,

and all round it, in the upper dusk, was a sinister hum of mosquitoes.
The ground floor of the hotel seemed to be a huge transparent cage,

flinging a wide glare of gaslight into the street, of which it formed a sort
of public adjunct, absorbing and emitting the passersby promiscuously.

The young Englishmen went in with everyone else, from curiosity, and saw
a couple of hundred men sitting on divans along a great marble-paved corridor,

with their legs stretched out, together with several dozen more standing
in a queue, as at the ticket office of a railway station, before a

brilliantly illuminated counter of vast extent. These latter persons,
who carried portmanteaus in their hands, had a dejected, exhausted look;

their garments were not very fresh, and they seemed to be rendering
some mysterioustribute to a magnificent young man with a waxed mustache,

and a shirtfront adorned with diamond buttons, who every now and
then dropped an absent glance over their multitudinous patience.

They were American citizens doing homage to a hotel clerk.
"I'm glad he didn't tell us to go there," said one of our Englishmen,

alluding to their friend on the steamer, who had told them so many things.
They walked up the Fifth Avenue, where, for instance, he had told

them that all the first families lived. But the first families
were out of town, and our young travelers had only the satisfaction

of seeing some of the second--or perhaps even the third--
taking the evening air upon balconies and high flights of doorsteps,

in the streets which radiate from the more ornamental thoroughfare.
They went a little way down one of these side streets, and they

saw young ladies in white dresses--charming-looking persons--