No More Parades_ A Novel - Ford Madox Ford [60]
And, by heavens, he had been right...For when she came to think of it, from the day that poor saint had said that thing in her mother's sitting-room in the little German spa--Lobscheid, it must have been called--in the candlelight, his shadow denouncing her from all over the walls, to now when she sat in the palmish brickwork of that hotel that had been new-whitely decorated to celebrate hostilities, never once had she sat in a train with a man who had any right to look upon himself as justified in mauling her about...She wondered if, from where he sat in heaven, Father Consett would be satisfied with her as he looked down into that lounge...Perhaps it was really he that had pulled off that change in her...
Never once till yesterday...For perhaps the unfortunate Perowne might just faintly have had the right yesterday to make himself for about two minutes--before she froze him into a choking, pallid snowman with goggle eyes--the perfectly loathsome thing that a man in a railway train becomes...Much too bold and yet stupidly awkward with the fear of the guard looking in at the window, the train doing over sixty, without corridors...No, never again for me, father, she addressed her voice towards the ceiling...
Why in the world couldn't you get a man to go away with you and be just--oh, light comedy--for a whole, a whole blessed week-end. For a whole blessed life...Why not?...Think of it...A whole blessed life with a good sort and yet didn't go all gurgly in the voice, and cod-fish-eyed and all-overish--to the extent of not being able to find the tickets when asked for them...Father, dear, she said again upwards, if I could find men like that, that would be just heaven...where there is no marrying...But, of course, she went on almost resignedly, he would not be faithful to you...And then: one would have to stand it...
She sat up so suddenly in her chair that beside her, too, Major Perowne nearly jumped out of his wicker-work, and asked if he had come back...She exclaimed:
'No, I'd be damned if I would...I'd be damned, I'd be damned, I'd be damned if I would...Never. Never. By the living God!'
She asked fiercely of the agitated major:
'Has Christopher got a girl in this town?...You'd better tell me the truth!'
The major mumbled:
'He...No...He's too much of a stick...He never even goes to Suzette's...Except once to fetch out some miserable little squit of a subaltern who was smashing up Mother Hardelot's furniture...'
He grumbled:
'But you shouldn't give a man the jumps like that!...Be conciliatory, you said...He went on to grumble that her manners had not improved since she had been at Yssingueux-les-Pervenches,...and then went on to tell her that in French the words yeux des pervenches meant eyes of periwinkle blue. And that was the only French he knew, because a Frenchman he had met in the train had told him so and he had always thought that if her eyes had been periwinkle blue...'But you're not listening...Hardly polite, I call it,' he had mumbled to a conclusion...
She was sitting forward in her chair still clenching her hand under her chin at the thought that perhaps Christopher had Valentine Wannop in that town. That was perhaps why he elected to remain there. She asked:
'Why does Christopher stay on in this God-forsaken hole?...The inglorious base, they call it...'
'Because he's jolly well got to...' Major Perowne said. 'He's got to do what he's told...'
She said: 'Christopher!...You mean to say they'd keep a man like Christopher anywhere he didn't want to be...'
'They'd jolly well knock spots off him if he went away,' Major Perowne exclaimed...'What the deuce do you think your blessed fellow is?...The King of England?...He added with a sudden sombre ferocity: 'They'd shoot him like anybody else if he bolted...What do you think?'
She said: 'But all that wouldn't prevent his having a girl in this town?'