Her Aunt’s voice broke her painful absorption with the words: “Here she is, Adrian.”
At the top of the stairs her Uncle Adrian’s goatee-bearded face was looking over his sister’s shoulder.
“Your things have come, my dear. Where have you been?”
“With Clare, Auntie.”
“Dinny,” said Adrian, “I haven’t seen you for nearly a year.”
“This is where we kiss, Uncle. Is all well in Bloomsbury, or has the slump7 affected8 bones?”
“Bones in esse are all right; in posse they look dicky — no money for expeditions. The origin of Homo sapiens is more abstruse9 than ever.”
“Dinny, we needn’t dress. Adrian’s stoppin’ for dinner. Lawrence will be so relieved. You can pow-wow while I loosen my belt, or do you want to tighten10 yours?”
“No, thank you, Auntie.”
“Then go in there.”
Dinny entered the drawing-room and sat down beside her Uncle. Grave and thin and bearded, wrinkled, and brown even in November, with long legs crossed and a look of interest in her, he seemed as ever the ideal pillar-box for confidences.
“Heard about Clare, Uncle?”
“The bare facts, no whys or wherefores.”
“They’re not ‘nice.’ Did you ever know a sadist?”
“Once — at Margate. My private school. I didn’t know at the time, of course, but I’ve gathered it since. Do you mean that Corven is one?”
“So Clare says. I walked here with him from her rooms. He’s a very queer person.”
“Not mentally abnormal?” said Adrian, with a shudder11.
“Saner than you or I, dear; he wants his own way regardless of other people; and when he can’t get it he bites. Could Clare get a divorce from him without publicly going into their life together?”
“Only by getting evidence of a definite act of misconduct.”
“Would that have to be over here?”
“Well, to get it over there would be very expensive, and doubtful at that.”
“Clare doesn’t want to have him watched at present.”
“It’s certainly an unclean process,” said Adrian.
“I know, Uncle; but if she won’t, what chance is there?”
“None.”
“At present she’s in the mood that they should leave each other severely12 alone; but if she won’t go back with him, he says she must ‘look out for herself.’”
“Is there anybody else involved, then, Dinny?”
“There’s a young man in love with her, but she says it’s quite all right.”
“H’m! ‘Youth’s a stuff —’ as Shakespeare said. Nice young man?”
“I’ve only seen him for a few minutes; he looked quite nice, I thought.”
“That cuts both ways.”
“I trust Clare completely.”
“You know her better than I do, my dear; but I should say she might get very impatient. How long can Corven stay over here?”
“Not more than a month at most, she thinks; he’s been here a week already.”
“He’s seen her?”
“Once. He tried to again today. I drew him off. She dreads13 seeing him, I know.”
“As things are he has every right to see her, you know.”
“Yes,” said Dinny, and sighed.
“Can’t your Member that she’s with suggest a way out? He’s a lawyer.”
“I wouldn’t like to tell him. It’s so private. Besides, people don’t like being involved in matrimonial squabbles.”
“Is he married?”
“No.”
She saw him look at her intently, and remembered Clare’s laugh and words: “Dinny, he’s in love with you.”
“You’ll see him here tomorrow night,” Adrian went on. “Em’s asked him to dinner, I gather; Clare too, I believe. Quite candidly14, Dinny, I don’t see anything to be done. Clare may change her mind and go back, or Corven may change his and let her stay without bothering about her.”
Dinny shook her head. “They’re neither of them like that. I must go and wash, Uncle.”
Adrian reflected upon the undeniable proposition that everyone had his troubles. His own at the moment were confined to the fact that his step-children, Sheila and Ronald Ferse, had measles15, so that he was something of a pariah16 in his own house, the sanctity attaching to an infectious disease having cast his wife into purdah. He was not vastly interested in Clare. She had always been to him one of those young women who took the bit between their teeth and were bound to fetch up now and again with broken knees. Dinny, to him, was worth three of her. But if Dinny were going to be worried out of her life by her sister’s troubles, then, indeed, they became important to Adrian. She seemed to have the knack17 of bearing vicarious burdens: Hubert’s, his own, Wilfrid Desert’s, and now Clare’s.
And he said to his sister’s parakeet: “Not fair, Polly, is it?”
The parakeet, who was used to him, came out of its open cage on to his shoulder and tweaked his ear.
“You don’t approve, do you?”
The green bird emitted a faint chattering18 sound and clutched its way on to his waistcoat. Adrian scratched its poll.
“Who’s going to scratch her poll? Poor Dinny!”
His sister’s voice startled him:
“I can’t have Dinny scratched again.”
“Em,” said Adrian, “did any of US worry about the others?”
“In large families you don’t. I was the nearest — gettin’ Lionel married, and now he’s a judge — depressin’. Dornford — have you seen him?”
“Never.”
“He’s got a face like a portrait. They say he won the long jump at Oxford19. Is that any good?”
“It’s what you call desirable.”
“Very well made,” said Lady Mont. “I looked him over at Condaford.”
“My dear Em!”
“For Dinny, of course. What do you do with a gardener who WILL roll the stone terrace?”
“Tell him not to.”
“Whenever I look out at Lippin’hall, he’s at it, takin’ the roller somewhere else. There’s the gong, and here’s Dinny; we’ll go in.”
Sir Lawrence was at the sideboard in the dining-room, extracting a crumbled20 cork21.
“Lafite ‘65. Goodness knows what it’ll be like. Decant22 it very gently, Blore. What do you say, Adrian, warm it a little or no?”
“I should say no, if it’s that age.”
“I agree.”
Dinner began in silence. Adrian was thinking of Dinny, Dinny of Clare, and Sir Lawrence of the claret.
“French art,” said Lady Mont.
“Ah!” said Sir Lawrence: “that reminds me, Em; some of old Forsyte’s pictures are going to be lent. Considering he died saving them, they owe it to him.”
Dinny looked up.
“Fleur’s father? Was he a nice man, Uncle?”
“Nice?” repeated Sir Lawrence: “It’s not the word. Straight, yes: careful, yes — too careful for these times. He got a picture on his head, you know, in the fire — poor old chap. He knew something about French art, though. This exhibition that’s coming would have pleased him.”
“There’ll be nothing in it to touch ‘The Birth of Venus,’” said Adrian.
Dinny gave him a pleased look.
“That was divine,” she said.
Sir Lawrence cocked his eyebrow23.
“I’ve often thought of going into the question: Why a nation ceases to be poetic24. The old Italians — and look at them now!”
“Isn’t poetry an effervescence, Uncle? Doesn’t it mean youth, or at least enthusiasm?”
“The Italians were never young, and they’re enthusiastic enough now. When we were in Italy last May you should have seen the trouble they took over our passports.”
“Touchin’!” agreed Lady Mont.
“It’s only a question,” said Adrian, “of the means of expression. In the fourteenth century the Italians were expressing themselves in daggers25 and verse, in the fifteenth and sixteenth in poison, sculpture and painting, in the seventeenth in music, in the eighteenth in intrigue26, in the nineteenth in rebellion, and in the twentieth their poetry is spelled in wireless27 and rules.”
“I did get so tired,” murmured Lady Mont, “of seein’ rules I couldn’t read.”
“You were fortunate, my dear; I could.”
“There’s one thing about the Italians,” continued Adrian; “century by century they throw up really great men of one sort or another. Is that climate, blood, or scenery, Lawrence?”
Sir Lawrence shrugged28. “What do you think of the claret? Put your nose to it, Dinny. Sixty years ago, you two young women wouldn’t be here, and Adrian and I would be soppy about it. It’s as near perfect as makes no matter.”
Adrian sipped29 and nodded.
“Absolutely prime!”
“Well, Dinny?”
“I’m sure it’s perfect, dear — wasted on me.”
“Old Forsyte would have appreciated this; he had wonderful sherry. Do you get the bouquet30, Em?”
Lady Mont, who was holding her glass with her elbow on the table, moved her nostrils31 delicately.
“Such nonsense,” she murmured, “almost any flower beats it.”
The remark caused complete silence.
Dinny’s eyes were the first to come to the level.
“How are Boswell and Johnson, Auntie?”
“I was tellin’ Adrian: Boswell’s taken to rollin’ the stone terrace, and Johnson’s lost his wife — poor thing. He’s a different man. Whistles all the time. His tunes32 ought to be collected.”
“Survivals of old England?”
“No, modern — he just wanders.”
“Talking of survivals,” said Sir Lawrence, “did you ever read Ask Mamma, Dinny?”
“No; who wrote it?”
“Surtees. You should. It’s a corrective.”
“Of what, Uncle?”
“Modernity.”
Lady Mont lowered her glass; it was empty.
“So wise of them to be stoppin’ this picture exhibition at 1900. D’you remember, Lawrence — in Paris, all those wiggly things we saw, and so much yellow and light blue — scrolls33 and blobs and faces upside-down? Dinny, we’d better go up.”
And when presently Blore brought the message — Would Miss Dinny go down to the study? She murmured:
“It’s about Jerry Corven. Don’t encourage your Uncle — he thinks he can do good, but he can’t.” . . .
“Well, Dinny?” said Sir Lawrence: “I always like talking to Adrian; he’s a well-tempered fellow with a mind of his own. I told Clare I would see Corven, but it’s no good seeing him without knowing what one wants to say. And not much then, I’m afraid. What do YOU think?”
Dinny, who had seated herself on the edge of her chair, set her elbows on her knees. It was an attitude from which Sir Lawrence augured34 ill.
“Judging from what he said to me today, Uncle Lawrence, his mind’s made up. Either Clare must go back to him or he’ll try to divorce her.”
“How will your people feel about that?”
“Very badly.”
“You know there’s a young man hanging round?”
“Yes.”
“He hasn’t a bean.”
Dinny smiled. “We’re used to that.”
“I know, but no beans when you’re out of bounds is serious. Corven might claim damages, he looks a vindictive35 sort of chap.”
“D’you really think he would? It’s very bad form, nowadays, isn’t it?”
“Form matters very little when a man’s monkey is up. I suppose you couldn’t get Clare to apply the closure to young Croom?”
“I’m afraid Clare will refuse to be dictated36 to about whom she sees. She thinks the break-up is entirely37 Jerry’s fault.”
“I,” said Sir Lawrence, emitting a slow puff38, “am in favour of having Corven watched while he’s over here, and collecting a shot, if possible, to fire across his bows, but she doesn’t like the idea of that.”
“She believes in his career, and doesn’t want to spoil it. Besides, it’s so revolting.”
Sir Lawrence shrugged.
“What would you? The law’s the law. He belongs to Burton’s. Shall I waylay39 him there and appeal to him to leave her here quietly, and see if absence will make her heart grow fond again?”
Dinny wrinkled her brows.
“It might be worth trying, but I don’t believe he’ll budge40.”
“What line are you going to take yourself?”
“Back Clare in whatever she does or doesn’t do.”
Sir Lawrence nodded, having received the answer he expected.
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loyalty
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fascination
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smoothly
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physically
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slump
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severely
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dreads
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measles
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pariah
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knack
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chattering
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Oxford
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crumbled
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intrigue
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sipped
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bouquet
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