Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh [65]
'Anthony and the Jew boy shared a very nice, tumbledown house near the bazaars. I stayed there till it got too cold, then Anthony and I drifted south till we met Sammy by appointment in Syria three weeks ago.'
'Didn't Sammy mind?'
'Oh, I think he quite enjoyed himself in his own ghastly way only of course there was no more high life for him. I think he was a bit anxious at first. I didn't want him to get the whole Mediterranean Fleet out, so I cabled him from Constantinople that I was quite well and would he send money to the Ottoman Bank. He came hopping over as soon as he got my cable. Of course he was in a difficult position, because I'm of age and not certified yet, so he couldn't have me arrested. He couldn't leave me to starve while he was living on my money, and he couldn't tell mummy without looking pretty silly. I had him all ways, poor Sammy. My original idea had been to leave him flat, but Anthony was very helpful about that, and said it was far better to arrange things amicably; and he did arrange things very amicably. So here I am.'
'After Christmas.'
'Yes, I was determined to have a happy Christmas.'
'Did you?'
'I think so. I don't remember it much, and that's always a good sign, isn't it?'
Next morning at breakfast Brideshead wore scarlet; Cordelia, very smart herself, with her chin held high over her white stock, wailed when Sebastian appeared in a tweed coat: 'Oh, Sebastian, you can't come out like that. Do go and change. You look so lovely in hunting clothes.'
'Locked away somewhere. Gibbs couldn't find them.'
'That's a fib. I helped get them out myself before you were called.'
'Half the things are missing.'
'It just encourages the Strickland-Venableses. They're behaving rottenly. They've even taken their grooms out of top hats.'
It was a quarter to eleven before the horses were brought round, but no one else appeared downstairs; it was as though they were in hiding, listening for Sebastian's retreating hooves before showing themselves.
Just as he was about to start, when the others were already mounted, Sebastian beckoned me into the hall. On the table beside his hat, gloves, whip, and sandwiches, lay the flask he had put out to be filled. He picked it up and shook it; it was empty.
'You see,' he said, 'I can't even be trusted that far. It's they who are mad, not me. Now you can't refuse me money.' I gave him a pound.
'More,' he said.
I gave him another and watched him mount and trot after his brother and sister.
Then, as though it were his cue on the stage, Mr Samgrass came to my elbow, put an arm in mine, and led me back to the fire. He warmed his neat little hands and then turned to warm his seat.
'So Sebastian is in pursuit of the fox,' he said, 'and our little problem is shelved for an hour or two?'
I was not going to stand this from Mr Samgrass.
'I heard all about your Grand Tour, last night,' I said.
'Ah, I rather supposed you might have.' Mr Samgrass was undismayed, relieved, it seemed, to have someone else in the know. 'I did not harrow our hostess with all that. After all, it turned out far better than one had any right to expect. I did feel, however, that some explanation was due to her of Sebastian's Christmas festivities. You may have observed last night that there were certain precautions.'
'I did.'
'You thought them excessive? I am with you, particularly as they tend to compromise the comfort of our own little visit. I have seen Lady Marchmain this morning. You must not suppose I am just out of bed. I have had a little talk upstairs with our hostess. I think we may hope for some relaxation tonight. Yesterday was not an evening that any of us would wish to have repeated. I earned less gratitude than I deserved, I think, for my efforts to distract you.'
It was repugnant to me to talk about Sebastian to Mr Samgrass, but I was compelled to say: 'I'm not sure that tonight would be the best time to start the relaxation.'
'But surely? Why not tonight, after a day in the field under Brideshead's inquisitorial eye? Could one choose better?'