Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh [59]
'But I was so happy at luncheon on Tuesday that I gave up all my objections; I went round with him and saw the rooms you had chosen. They are charming. And we decided on some furniture you could have from London to make them nicer. And then, on the very night after I had seen him!—No Charles, it is not in the Logic of the Thing.'
As she said it I thought, 'That's a phrase she's picked up from one of her intellectual hangers-on.'
'Well,' I said, 'have you a remedy?'
'The college are being extraordinarily kind. They say they will not send him down provided he goes to live with Mgr Bell. It's not a thing I could have suggested myself, but it was the Monsignor's own idea. He specially sent a message to you to say how welcome you would always be. There's not room for you actually in the Old Palace, but I daresay you wouldn't want that yourself'
'Lady Marchmain, if you want to make him a drunkard that's the way to do it. Don't you see that any idea of his being watched would be fatal?'
'Oh, dear, it's no good trying to explain. Protestants always think Catholic priests are spies.'
'I don't mean that.' I tried to explain but made a poor business of it. 'He must feel free.'
'But he's been free, always, up till now, and look at the result.' We had reached the ferry; we had reached a deadlock. With scarcely another word I saw her to the convent, then took the bus back to Carfax.
Sebastian was in my rooms waiting for me. 'I'm going to cable to papa,' he said. 'He won't let them force me into this priest's house.'
'But if they make it a condition of your coming up?'
'I shan't come up. Can you imagine me—serving mass twice a week, helping at tea parties for shy Catholic freshmen, dining with the visiting lecturer at the Newman, drinking a glass of port when we have guests, with Mgr Bell's eye on me to see I don't get too much, being explained, when I was out of the room, as the rather embarrassing local inebriate who's being taken in because his mother is so charming?'
'I told her it wouldn't do,' I said.
'Shall we get really drunk tonight?'
'It's the one time it could do no conceivable harm,' I said.
'Contra mundum?'
'Contra mundum.'
'Bless you, Charles. There aren't many evenings left to us.'
And that night, the first time for many weeks, we got deliriously drunk together; I saw him to the gate as all the bells were striking midnight, and reeled back to my rooms under a starry heaven which swam dizzily among the towers, and fell asleep in my clothes as I had not done for a year.
Next day Lady Marchmain left Oxford, taking Sebastian with her. Brideshead and I went to his rooms to sort out what he would have sent on and what leave behind.
Brideshead was as grave and impersonal as ever. 'It's a pity Sebastian doesn't know Mgr Bell better,' he said. 'He'd find him a charming man to live with. I was there my last year. My mother believes Sebastian is a confirmed drunkard. Is he?'
'He's in danger of becoming one.'
'I believe God prefers drunkards to a lot of respectable people.'
'For God's sake.' I said, for I was near to tears that morning, why bring God into everything?'
'I'm sorry. I forgot. But you know that's an extremely funny question.'
'Is it?'
'To me. Not to you.'
'No, not to me. It seems to me that without your religion Sebastian would have the chance to be a happy and healthy man.
'It's arguable,' said Brideshead. 'Do you think he will need this elephant's foot again?'
That evening I went across the quad to visit Collins. He was alone with his texts, working by the failing light at his open window. 'Hullo,' he said. 'Come in. I haven't seen you all the term. I'm afraid I've nothing to offer you. Why have you deserted the smart set?'
'I'm the loneliest man in Oxford,' I said. 'Sebastian Flyte's been sent down.'
Presently I asked him what he was doing in the long vacation. He told me; it sounded excruciatingly dull. Then I asked him if he had got digs for next term. Yes, he told me, rather far out but very comfortable. He was sharing with Tyngate, the secretary of the college Essay Society.