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ЗАДАЙТЕ ПОЖАЛУЙСТА 8 ВОПРОСОВ НА АНГЛИЙСКОМ К ТЕКСТУ
Stephen Desmonde had returned home after several years at Oxford, where he had been taking a course of theology. Stephen himself did not want to be a parson and had only taken up the course because his father wished him to do so. He was fond of painting and wanted to devote his life to art.
Against his fathers will he left England to study painting in France. On arriving in Paris he entered Professor Duprets Art School. The extract given below is an account of his meeting with other students from England.
At one oclock a bell rang. Immediately a cry went up from everywhere and all around the students began crowding towards the door, pushing Stephen forward against his will. Suddenly he heard a pleasant voice behind him.
"Youre English, arent you? I noticed you come in. My names Harry Chester."
Stephen turned his head and discovered a good-looking young man of about his own age smiling down at him.
"Ill wait for you downstairs," Chester called out as the crowd carried him away.
Outside Chester offered his hand. "I hope you dont mind my speaking to you." Stephen, who felt lonely in Paris, was glad to find a friend. When Stephen had introduced himself Chester paused for a moment, then exclaimed: "How about lunching with me?" They started off together along the street. The restaurant they went to was quite near, a narrow, low-ceilinged room, opening into a dark little kitchen. Already the place was crowded, mainly by students, but Chester led the way through to a little yard and, calmly removing the card marked Reserved from a table at the far end, invited Stephen to be seated.
Immediately a stout, red-faced woman in black ran out of the kitchen in protest.
"No, no, Harry ... this place is reserved for Monsieur Lambert."
"Do not get excited, Madame Chobert," Chester smiled. "You know Monsieur Lambert is my good friend. Besides, he is always late."
Madame Chobert was not pleased; she tried to argue, but in the end Harry Chesters pleasant manner was too much for her. She stopped arguing and offered the title-card for their inspection.
At Chesters suggestion they ordered tomato soup, steak and cheese. Beer was already on the table.
"Strange, isnt it," Chester said, "how you can always tell a University man. Philip Lambert is one too. After Harrow" — he shot a quick glance at Stephen — "I should have gone to Cambridge myself... if I hadnt given it up for art." He went on to say, with a smile, that his father had been a well-known tea-planter in Ceylon. His mother, now a widow, lived in England and was quite rich. Naturally she spoiled him by giving him too much money. He had been in Paris eighteen) months.
"Its a lot of fun," he said finally.
They had finished their coffee. People were beginning to leave.
"Your friend Lambert doesnt seem to be coming," Stephen said at last, to break the silence.
Chester laughed, "You never quite know when hell turn up. His habits are quite irregular."
After a few more remarks about Philip Lambert, Harry Chester suddenly sat up.
"Heres Philip now."
Following Chesters look, Stephen saw a slim man of about thirty entering the restaurant.
When he came over, he began taking off a lemon-yellow glove, meanwhile looking at Chester with amusement.
"Thank you for keeping my table, dear boy. But now you must be off. Im expecting a guest at two oclock."
"Were just going, Philip," Chester said in reply. "Look here, Id like you to meet4 Desmonde. He joined us at Duprets today."
Lambert took a look at Stephen, then he bowed politely as if appreciating the young mans tactful silence.
"Stephen Desmonde only came down from Oxford last term," Chester added quickly.
"Indeed!" exclaimed Lambert.
Holding out a small hand to Stephen, he said, "I am happy to meet you. I myself was at the House. You neednt hurry. I can easily find another table."
"No, no," said Stephen, rising, "weve quite finished."
"Well, then" said Lambert, "come to tea at my house one of these days. We are at home most Wednesdays at five. Harry will bring you along. Then well be two men from Oxford and one" — with a smile towards Chester — "who so nearly went to Cambridge."
The bill, quickly produced by Madame Chobert, now lay on the table. Since Chester did not seem to see it, Stephen picked it up and, in spite of Harrys sudden and energetic protests, paid.

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What had Stephen Desmonde been taking in Oxford and why?
Which school did he enter in Paris?
How did Harry Chester look?
Why Harry could seat at the reserved table?
What did Chester suggest to order?
Who Chesters parents were?
How long have he been in England?
When are Lambert usually at home?