No More Parades_ A Novel - Ford Madox Ford [69]
'I have not got time to go into this now...I ought not to be another minute away from my office. These are very serious days...' He broke off to utter against the Prime Minister and the Cabinet at home a series of violent imprecations. He went on:
'But this will have to be gone into...It's heart-breaking that my time should be taken up by matters like this in my own family...But these fellows aim at sapping the heart of the army...They say they distribute thousands of pamphlets recommending the rank and file to shoot their officers and go over to the Germans...Do you seriously mean that Christopher belongs to an organization? What is it you are going on? What evidence have you?...'
She said:
'Only that he is heir to one of the biggest fortunes in England, for a commoner, and he refuses to touch a penny...His brother Mark tells me Christopher could have...Oh, a fabulous sum a year...But he has made over Groby to me...'
The general nodded his head as if he were ticking off ideas.
'Of course, refusing property is a sign of being one of these fellows. By jove, I must go...But as for his not going to live at Groby: if he is setting up house with Miss Wannop...Well, he could not flaunt her in the face of the country...And, of course, those sheets!...As you put it it looked as if he'd beggared himself with his dissipations...But of course, if he is refusing money from Mark, it's another matter...Mark would make up a couple of hundred dozen pairs of sheets without turning a hair...Of course there are the extraordinary things Christopher says...I've often heard you complain of the immoral way he looks at the serious affairs of life...You said he once talked of lethal-chambering unfit children.'
He exclaimed:
'I must go. There's Thurston looking at me...But what then is it that Christopher has said?...Hang it all: what is at the bottom of that fellow's mind?...'
'He desires,' Sylvia said, and she had no idea when she said it, 'to model himself upon our Lord...'
The general leant back in the sofa. He said almost indulgently:
'Who's that...our Lord?'
Sylvia said:
'Upon our Lord Jesus Christ...'
He sprang to his feet as if she had stabbed him with a hatpin.
'Our...' he exclaimed. 'Good God!...I always knew he had a screw loose...But...' He said briskly: 'Give all his goods to the poor!...But He wasn't a...Not a Socialist! What was it He said: Render unto Caesar...It wouldn't be necessary to drum Him out of the Army...' He said: 'Good Lord!...Good Lord!...Of course his poor dear mother was a little...But, hang it!...The Wannop girl!...' Extreme discomfort overcame him...Tietjens was half-way across from the inner room, coming towards them.
He said:
'Major Thurston is looking for you, sir. Very urgently...' The general regarded him as if he had been the unicorn of the royal arms, come alive. He exclaimed:
'Major Thurston!...Yes! Yes!...' and, Tietjens