Post Mortem
As the last car drove away the Doctor and his daughters and Paul and Grimes walked up the drive together towards the Castle.
'Frankly1 the day has been rather a disappointment to me,' said the Doctor. 'Nothing seemed to go quite right in spite of all our preparations.'
'I am sorry, too, that Mr Prendergast should have had that unfortunate disagreement with Mrs Beste Chetwynde's coloured friend. In all the ten years during which we have worked together I have never known Mr Prendergast so self assertive3. It was not becoming of him. Nor was it Philbrick's place to join in. I was seriously alarmed. They seemed so angry, and all about some minor5 point of ecclesiastical architecture.'
'Mr Cholmondley was very sensitive,' said Flossie.
'Yes, he seemed to think that Mr Prendergast's insistence6 on the late development of the rood screen was in some way connected with colour prejudice. I wonder why that was? To my mind it showed a very confused line of thought. Still, it would have been more seemly if Mr Prendergast had let the matter drop, and what could Philbrick know of the matter?'
'Philbrick is not an ordinary butler,' said Dingy.
'No, indeed not,' said the Doctor. 'I heartily7 deplore8 his jewellery.'
'I didn't like Lady Circumference9's speech,' said Flossie. 'Did you?'
'I did not,' said the Doctor; 'nor, I think, did Mrs Clutterbuck. I thought her reference to the Five Furlong race positively10 brutal11. I was glad Clutterbuck had done so well in the jumping yesterday.'
'She rather wanders from the point, doesn't she?' said Dingy 'All that about hunting, I mean.'
'I don't think Lady Circumference is conscious of any definite divisions in the various branches of sport. I have often observed in women of her type a tendency to regard all athletics12 as inferior forms of foxhunting. It is not logical. Besides, she was nettled13 at some remark of Mr Cholmondley's about cruelty to animals. As you say, it was irrelevant14 and rather unfortunate. I also resented the reference to the Liberal Party. Mr Clutterbuck has stood three times, you know. Taken as a whole, it was not a happy speech. I was quite glad when I saw her drive away.'
'What a pretty car Mrs Beste Chetwynde has got!' said Flossie, 'but how ostentatious of her to bring a footman.'
'I can forgive the footman,' said Dingy, 'but I can't forgive Mr Cholmondley. He asked me whether I had ever heard of a writer called Thomas Hardy15.'
'He asked me to go to Reigate with him for the week-end,' said Flossie, '... in rather a sweet way, too.'
'Florence, I trust you refused?'
'Oh, yes,' said Flossie sadly, 'I refused.'
They went on up the drive in silence. Presently Dingy asked: 'What are we going to do about those fireworks you insisted on buying? Everyone has gone away.'
'I don't feel in a mood for fireworks,' said the Doctor. 'Perhaps another time, but not now.'
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Back in the Common Room, Paul and Grirnes subsided16 moodily17 into the two easy chairs. The fire, unattended since luncheon18, had sunk to a handful of warm ashes.
'Well, old boy,' said Grimes, 'so that's over.'
'Yes,' said Paul.
'All the gay throng19 melted away?'
'Yes,' said Paul.
'Back to the daily round and cloistral20 calm?'
'Yes,' said Paul.
'As a beano,' said Grimes, 'I have known better.'
'Yes,' said Paul.
'Lady C.'s hardly what you might call bonhommous.'
'Hardly.'
'Old Prendy made rather an ass4 of himself?'
'Yes '
'Hullo, old boy! You sound a bit flat. Feeling the strain of the social vortex, a bit giddy after the gay whirl, eh?'
'I say, Grimes,' said Paul, 'what d'you suppose the relationship is between Mrs Beste Chetwynde and that nigger?'
'Well, I don't suppose she trots22 with him just for the uplift of his conversation; do you?'
'No, I suppose not.'
'In fact, I don't mind diagnosing a simple case of good old sex.'
'Yes, I suppose you're right.'
'I'm sure of it. Great Scott, what's that noise?'
It was Mr Prendergast.
'Prendy, old man,' said Grimes, 'you've let down the morale23 of the Common Room a pretty good wallop.'
'Damn the Common Room!' said Mr Prendergast. 'What does the Common Room know about rood-screens?'
'That's all right, old boy. We're all friends here. What you say about rood screens goes.'
'They'll be questioning the efficacy of infant baptism next. The Church has never countenanced24 lay opinion on spiritual matters. Now if it were a question of food and drink,' said Mr Prendergast, 'if it were a question of drink But not infant baptism. Just drink.' And he sat down.
'A sad case, brother,' said Grimes, 'truly a sad case. Prendy, do you realize that in two minutes the bell will go for Prep. and you're on duty?'
'Ding, dong, dell! Pussy's in the well.'
'Prendy, that's irrelevant.'
'I know several songs about bells. Funeral bells, wedding bells, sacring bells, sheep bells, fire bells, door bells, dumb bells, and just plain bells.'
Paul and Grimes looked at each other sadly.
'It seems to me,' said Paul, 'that one of us will have to take Prep. for him to night.'
'No, no, old boy; that'll be all right,' said Grimes. 'You and I are off to Mrs Roberts. Prendy gives me a thirst.'
'But we can't leave him like this.'
'He'll be all right. The little beasts can't make any more noise than they do usually.'
'You don't think the old man will find him?'
'Not a chance.'
The bell rang. Mr Prendergast jumped to his feet, straightened his wig25 and steadied himself gravely against the chimneypiece.
'There's a good chap,' said Grimes gently. 'Just you trot21 down the passage to the little boys and have a good nap.'
Singing quietly to himself, Mr Prendergast sauntered down the passage.
'I hope he's none the worse for this,' said Grimes. 'You know, I feel quite fatherly towards old Prendy. He did give it to that blackamoor about Church architecture, bless him.'
Arrn in arm they went down the main avenue towards the inn.
'Mrs Beste Chetwynde asked me to call on her in London,' said Paul.
'Did she? Well, just you go. I've never been much of a one for society and the smart set myself, but if you like that sort of thing, Mrs Beste Chetwynde is the goods all right. Never open a paper but there's a photograph of her at some place or other.'
'Does she photograph well?' asked Paul. 'I should rather think that she would.'
Grimes looked at him narrowly. 'Fair to middling. Why the sudden interest?'
'Oh, I don't know. I was just wondering.'
At Mrs Roberts' they found the Llanabba Silver Band chattering26 acrimoniously27 over the division of the spoils.
'All the afternoon the band I have led in Men of Harlech and sacred music too look you and they will not give me a penny more than themselves whatever. The college gentleman whatever if it is right I ask,' said the stationmaster, 'me with a sister in law to support too look you.'
'Now don't bother, old boy,' said Grimes, 'because, if you do, I'll tell your pals28 about the extra pound you got out of the Doctor.'
The discussion was resumed in Welsh, but it was clear that the stationmaster was slowly giving way.
'That's settled him all right. Take my tip, old boy; never get mixed up in a Welsh wrangle29. It doesn't end in blows, like an Irish one, but goes on for ever. They'll still be discussing that three pounds at the end of term; just you see.'
'Has Mr Beste Chetwynde been dead long?' asked Paul.
'I shouldn't say so; why?'
'I was just wondering.'
They sat for some time smoking in silence.
'If Beste Chetwynde is fifteen,' said Paul, 'that doesn't necessarily make her more than thirty one, does it?'
'Old boy,' said Grimes, 'you're in love.'
'Nonsense!'
'No, no.'
'The tender passion?'
'No.'
'Cupid's jolly little darts31?'
'No.'
'Spring fancies, love's young dream?'
'Nonsense!'
'Not even a quickening of the pulse?'
'No.'
'A sweet despair?'
'Certainly not.'
'A trembling hope?'
'No.'
'A frisson? a je ne sais quoi?'
'Nothing of the sort.'
There was another long pause. 'Grimes,' said Paul at length, 'I wonder if you can be right?'
'Sure of it, old boy. Just you go in and win. Here's to the happy pair! May all your troubles be little ones.'
In a state of mind totally new to him, Paul accompanied Grimes back to the Castle. Prep. was over. Mr Prendergast was leaning against the fireplace with a contented33 smile on his face.
'Hullo, Prendy, old wine skin! How are things with you?'
'Admirable,' said Mr Prendergast. 'I have never known them better. I have just caned34 twenty three boys.'
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