Wilfrid’s words: “You can tell her family I’m going away,” and Dinny’s: “It’s finished,” had travelled, if not like wildfire, throughout the Cherrell family. There was no rejoicing as over a sinner that repenteth. All were too sorry for her, with a sorrow nigh unto dismay. Each wanted to show sympathy, none knew how. Sympathy smelling of sympathy was worse than none. Three days passed, during which not one member of the family succeeded in expressing anything. Then Adrian had a brainwave: He would ask her to eat something with him, though why food should be regarded as consolatory1 neither he nor anyone else had ever known. He appointed a café which had perhaps more repute than merit.
Since Dinny was not of those young women who make the ravages2 of life into an excuse for French-varnishing their surfaces, he had every opportunity to note her pallor. He forbore to comment. Indeed, he found it difficult to talk at all, for he knew that, though men, when enthralled3 by women, remain devoted4 to their mental mainsprings, women, less bodily enthralled, stay mentally wrapped up in the men they love. He began, however, to tell her how someone had tried to ‘sell him a pup.’
“He wanted five hundred pounds, Dinny, for a Cromagnon skull5 found in Suffolk. The whole thing looked extraordinarily6 genuine. But I happened to see the county archaeologist. ‘Oh!’ he said: ‘So he’s been trying to palm that off on you, has he? That’s the well-known “pup.” He’s dug it up at least three times. The man ought to be in gaol7. He keeps it in a cupboard and every five or six years digs a hole, puts it in, takes it out, and tries to sell it. It possibly IS a Cromagnon skull, but he picked it up in France, about twenty years ago. It would be unique, of course as a British product.’ Thereon I went off to have another look at where it was found last time. And it was plain enough, when you already knew it, that he’d put the thing in. There’s something about antiques that saps what the Americans call one’s MORAL.”
“What sort of man was he, uncle?”
“An enthusiastic-looking chap, rather like my hairdresser.”
Dinny laughed. “You ought to do something, or he WILL sell it next time.”
“The depression is against him, my dear. Bones and first editions are extraordinarily sensitive. He’ll have to live a good ten years to get anything like a price.”
“Do many people try to palm things off on you?”
“Some succeed, Dinny. I regret that ‘pup,’ though; it was a lovely skull. There aren’t many as good nowadays.”
“We English certainly are getting uglier.”
“Don’t you believe it. Put the people we meet in drawing-rooms and shops into cassocks and cowls, armour8 and jerkins, and you’ll have just the faces of the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries.”
“But we do despise beauty, Uncle. We connect it with softness and immorality9.”
“Well, it makes people happy to despise what they haven’t got. We’re only about the third — no, the fourth — plainest people in Europe. But take away the Celtic infusions10, and I admit we’d be the first.”
Dinny looked round the café. Her survey added nothing to her conclusions, partly because she took but little in, and partly because the lunchers were nearly all Jews or Americans.
Adrian watched her with an ache. She looked so bone-listless.
“Hubert’s gone, then?” he said.
“Yes.”
“And what are you going to do, my dear?”
Dinny sat looking at her plate. Suddenly she raised her head and said:
“I think I shall go abroad, Uncle.”
Adrian’s hand went to his goatee.
“I see,” he said, at last. “Money?”
“I have enough.”
“Where?”
“Anywhere.”
“By yourself?”
Dinny nodded.
“The drawback to going away,” murmured Adrian, “is the having to come back.”
“There doesn’t seem to be anything much for me to do just now. So I think I’ll cheer people up by not seeing them for a bit.”
Adrian debated within himself.
“Well, my dear, only you can decide what’s best for you. But if you felt like a long travel, it strikes me that Clare might be glad to see you in Ceylon.”
Seeing by the surprised movement of her hands that the idea was new to her, he went on:
“I have a feeling that she may not be finding life very easy.”
Her eyes met his.
“That’s what I thought at the wedding, Uncle; I didn’t like his face.”
“You have a special gift for helping11 others, Dinny; and whatever’s wrong about Christianity, it’s not the saying ‘To give is more blessed than to receive.’”
“Even the Son of Man liked His little joke, Uncle.”
Adrian looked at her hard, and said:
“Well, if you do go to Ceylon, mind you eat your mangoes over a basin.”
He parted from her a little later and, too much out of mood to go back to work, went to the Horse Show instead.
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