Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh [88]
'Oh dear, ' said my father, meeting me by chance on the stairs, 'how delightful to see you again so soon.' (I had been abroad fifteen months.) 'You've come at a very awkward time, you know. They're having another of those strikes in two days—such a lot of nonsense—and I don't know when you'll be able to get away.'
I thought of the evening I was forgoing, with the lights coming out along the banks of the Seine, and the company I should have had there—for I was at the time concerned with two emancipated American girls who shared a garçonnière in Auteuil—and wished I had not come.
We dined that night at the Café Royal. There things were a little more warlike, for the Café was full of undergraduates who had come down for 'National Service'. One group, from Cambridge, had that afternoon signed on to run messages for Trans-port House, and their table backed on another group's, who were enrolled as special constables. Now and then one or other party would shout provocatively over the shoulder, but it is hard to come into serious conflict back to back, and the affair ended with their giving each other tall glasses of lager beer.
'You should have been in Budapest when Horthy marched in' said Jean. 'That was politics.'
A party was being given that night in Regent's Park for the 'Black Birds' who had newly arrived in England. One of us had been asked and thither we all went.
To us, who frequented Bricktop's and the Bal Nègre in the Rue Blomet, there was nothing particularly remarkable in the spectacle; I was scarcely inside the door when I heard an unmistakable voice, an echo from what now seemed a distant past.
'No,' it said, 'they are not animals in a zoo, Mulcaster, to be goggled at. They are artists, my dear, very great artists, to be revered.'
Anthony Blanche and Boy Mulcaster were at the table where the wine stood.
'Thank God here's someone I know,' said Mulcaster, as I joined them. 'Girl brought me. Can't see her anywhere.'
'She's given you the slip, my dear, and do you know why? Because you look ridiculously out of place, Mulcaster. It isn't your kind of party at all; you ought not to be here; you ought to go away, you know, to the Old Hundredth or some lugubrious dance in Belgrave Square.'
'Just come from one, ' said Mulcaster. 'Too early for the Old Hundredth. I'll stay on a bit. Things may cheer up.'
'I spit on you,' said Anthony. 'Let me talk to you, Charles.' We took a bottle and our glasses and found a comer in another room. At our feet five members of the 'Black Birds' orchestra squatted on their heels and threw dice.
'That one, ' said Anthony, 'the rather pale one, my dear, conked Mrs Arnold Frickheimer the other morning on the nut, my dear, with a bottle of milk.'
Almost immediately, inevitably, we began to talk of Sebastian.
'My dear, he's such a sot. He came to live with me in Marseille last year when you threw him over, and really it was as much as I could stand. Sip, sip, sip like a dowager all day long. And so sly. I was always missing little things, my dear, things I rather liked; once I lost two suits that had arrived from Lesley and Roberts that morning. Of course, I didn't know it was Sebastian—there were some rather queer fish, my dear, in and out of my little apartment. Who knows better than you my taste for queer fish? Well, eventually, my dear, we found the pawnshop where Sebastian was p-p-popping them and then he hadn't got the tickets; there was a market for them, too, at the bistro.
'I can see that puritanical, disapproving look in your eye, dear Charles, as though you thought I had led the boy on. It's one of Sebastian's less lovable qualities that he always gives the impression of being l-1-led on—like a little horse at a circus. But I assure you I did everything. I said to him again and again, "Why drink? If you want to be intoxicated there are so many much more delicious things." I took him to quite the best man; well, you know him as well as I do, Nada Alopov and Jean Luxmore and everyone we know has been to him for years—he's always in the Regina Bar—and