"No."
"Does Helen?"
"No."
George sat silent. He looked at the empty bottle and the empty glasses.
"It's hell, isn't it?" he said.
"No. Not exactly," Nick said.
"Why not?"
"I don't know," Nick said.
"Will you ever go skiing together in the States?" George said.
"I don't know," said Nick.
"The mountains aren't much," George said.
"No," said Nick. "They're too rocky. There's too much timber and they're too far away."
"Yes," said George, "that's the way it is in California."
"Yes," Nick said, "that's the way it is everywhere I've ever been."
"Yes," said George, "that's the way it is."
The Swiss got up and paid and went out.
"I wish we were Swiss," George said.
"They've all got goiter," said Nick.
"I don't believe it," George said.
"Neither do I," said Nick.
They laughed.
"Maybe we'll never go skiing again, Nick," George said.
