Books Do Furnish a Room - Anthony Powell [37]
Complications worse than at first envisaged were contingent on what had happened. The Chinese vase had to be sluiced out. Blanche, although totally accepting responsibility for putting right this misadventure, like the burden of every other disagreeable responsibility where keeping house was concerned, voiced these problems first.
‘I don’t think we can very well ask Mrs Skerrett to clean things up.’
‘Quite out of the question,’ said Frederica.
There was unanimous agreement that it was no job for Mrs Skerrett in the circumstances.
‘Why not tell that Jerry to empty it,’ said Roddy Cutts. ‘He’s doubtless done worse things in his time. His whole demeanour suggests the Extermination Squad.’
‘Oh, God, no,’ said Hugo. ‘Can you imagine explaining to Siegfried what has happened? He would either think it funny in that awful gross German way, or priggishly disapprove in an equally German manner. I don’t know which would be worse. One would die of embarrassment.’
‘No, you couldn’t possibly ask a German to do the cleaning up,’ said Norah. ‘That would be going a bit far – and a POW at that.’
‘I can’t see why not,’ said Roddy Cutts. ‘Rather good for him, to my way of thinking. Besides, the Germans are always desperately keen on vomiting. In their cafés or restaurants they have special places in the Gents for doing so after drinking a lot of beer.’
‘It’s not him,’ said Norah. ‘It’s us.’
‘Norah’s quite right,’ said Frederica.
For Frederica to support a proposition of Norah’s was sufficiently rare to tip the scale.
‘Well, who’s going to do it?’ asked Blanche. ‘The jar’s too big for me to manage alone.’
In the end, Jeavons, Hugo and I, with shrewd advice from Roddy Cutts, bore the enormous vessel up the stairs to Erridge’s bathroom. It passed through the door with comparative ease, but, once inside, every kind of difficulty was encountered. Apart from size and weight, the opening at the top of the pot was not designed for the use to which it had been put; not, in short, adapted for cleansing processes. The job took quite a long time. More than once the vase was nearly broken. We returned to the sitting-room with a good deal of relief that the business was at an end.
‘It’s Erry’s shade haunting the place,’ said Norah. ‘His obsession with ill-health. All the same, we all supposed him a malade imaginaire. Now the joke’s with him.’
‘I was thinking the other day that hypochondria’s a stepbrother to masochism,’ said Hugo.
This sort of conversation grated on Frederica.
‘Do you know how Erry occupied his last week?’ she asked. ‘Writing letters about the memorial window.’
‘The old original memorial window?’
‘Yes.’
‘But Erry was always utterly against it,’ said Norah. ‘At least refused ever to make a move. It was George who used to say the window had been planned at the time and ought to be put up, no matter what.’
‘Erry appears to have started corresponding about stained-glass windows almost immediately after George’s funeral. Blanche found the letters, didn’t you?’
Blanche smiled vaguely. Norah threw her cigarette into the fireplace in a manner to express despair at all human behaviour, her own family’s in particular.
‘Apart from going into complete reverse as to his own values, fancy imagining you could get a stained-glass window put up to your grandfather when you can’t find a bloody builder to repair the roof of your bloody bombed-out flat. That was Erry all over.’
‘Perhaps he meant it as a kind of tribute to George.’
‘I don’t object to George wanting to stick the window up. That was George’s line. It’s Erry. It was just like darling George to be nice about that sort of thing – just as he went when he did, and didn’t hang about a few months after Erry to make double death duties. George was always the best behaved of the family.’
Frederica did not comment on that opinion. It looked as if a row, no uncommon occurrence when Frederica and Norah were under the same roof, might be about to break out. Hugo, familiar with his sisters’ wars and alliances, changed the subject.
‘There’s always something rather