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nt； the intimate feminine； modern world； and was back under the coved and coffered roof； the columns and entablature of the central hall； in the august； masculine atmosphere of a better age。
I was no fool； I was old enough to know that an attempt had been made to suborn me and young enough to have found the experience agreeable。
I did not see Julia that morning； but just as I was leaving Cordelia ran to the door of the car and said： 'Will you be seeing Sebastian？ Please give him my special love。 Will you remember … my special love？'
In the train to London I read the book Lady Marchmain had given me。 The frontispiece reproduced the photograph of a young man in Grenadier uniform； and I saw plainly revealed there the origin of that grim mask which； in Brideshead； overlaid the gracious features of his father's family； this was a man of the woods and caves； a hunter； a judge of the tribal council； the repository of the harsh traditions of a people at war with their environment。 There were other illustrations in the book； snapshots of the three brothers on holiday； and in each I traced the same archaic lines； and remembering Lady Marchmain； starry and delicate； I could find no likeness to her in these sombre men。
She appeared seldom in the book； she was older than the eldest of them by nine years and had married and left home while they were schoolboys； between her and them stood two other sisters； after the birth of the third daughter there had been pilgrimages and pious benedictions in request for a son； for theirs was a wide property and an ancient name； male heirs had e late and； when they came； in a profusion which at the time seemed to promise continuity to the line which； in the tragic event； ended abruptly with them。
The family history was typical of the Catholic squires of England； from Elizabeth's reign till Victoria's they lived sequestered lives； among their tenantry and kinsmen； sending their sons to school abroad； often marrying there； inter…marrying； if not； with a score of families like themselves； debarred from all preferment； and learning； in those lost generations； lessons which could still be read in the lives of the last three men of the house。
Mr Samgrass's deft editorship had assembled and arranged a curiously homogeneous little body of writing … poetry； letters； scraps of a journal； an unpublished essay or two； which all exhaled the same high…spirited； serious； chivalrous； otherworldly air and the letters from their contemporaries； written after their deaths； all in varying degrees of articulateness； told the same tale of men who were； in all the full flood of academic and athletic success； of popularity and the promise of great rewards ahead； seen somehow as set apart from their fellows； garlanded victims； devoted to the sacrifice。 These men must die to make a world for Hooper； they were the aborigines； vermin by right of law； to be shot off at leisure so that things might be safe for the travelling salesman； with his polygonal pince…nez； his fat wet hand…shake； his grinning dentures。 I wondered； as the train carried me farther and farther from Lady Marchmain； whether perhaps there was not on her； too； the same blaze； marking her and hers for destruction by other ways than war。 Did she see a sign in the red centre of her cosy grate and hear it in the rattle of creeper on the window…pane； this whisper of doom？
Then I reached Paddington and； returning home； found Sebastian there； and the sense of tragedy vanished； for he was gay and free as when I first met him。
'Cordelia sent you her special love。'
'Did you have a 〃little talk〃 with mummy？'
'Yes。'
'Have you gone over to her side？
The day before I would have said： 'There aren't two sides'； that day I said； 'No； I'm with you； 〃Sebastian contra mundum〃。'
And that was all the conversation we had on the subject； then or ever。
But the shadows were closing round Sebastian。 We returned to Oxford and once again the gillyflowers bloomed under my windows and the chestnut lit the streets and the warm stones strewed their flakes upon the cobble； but it was not as it had been； there was mid…winter in Sebastian's heart。
The weeks went by； we looked for lodgings for the ing term and found them in Merton Street； a secluded； expensive little house near the tennis court。
Meeting Mr Samgrass； whom we had seen less often of late； I told him of our choice。 He was standing at the table in Blackwell's where recent German books were displayed； setting aside a little heap of purchases。
'You're sharing digs with Sebastian？' he said。 'So he is ing up next term？'
'I suppose so。 Why shouldn't he be？'
'I don't know why； I somehow thought perhaps he wasn't。 I'm always wrong about things like that。 I like Merton Street。'
He showed me the books he was buying； which； since I knew no German； were not of interest to me。 As I left him he said： 'Don't think me interfering； you know； but I shouldn't make any definite arrangement in Merton Street until you're sure。'
I told Sebastian of this conversation and he said： 'Yes； there's a plot on。 Mummy wants me to go and live with Mgr Bell。'
'Why didn't you tell me about it？'
'Because I'm not going to live with Mgr Bell。'
'I still think you might have told me。 When did it start？'
'Oh； it's been going on。 Mummy's very clever； you know。 She saw she'd failed with you。 I expect it was the letter you wrote after reading Uncle Ned's book。'
'I hardly said anything。'
'That was it。 If you were going to be any help to her； you would have said a lot。 Uncle Ned is the test； you know。'
But it seemed she had not quite despaired； for a few days later I got a note from her which said： 'I shall be passing through Oxford on Tuesday and hope to see you and Sebastian。 I would like to see you alone for five minutes before I see him。 Is that too much to ask？ I will e to your rooms at about twelve。'
She came； she admired my rooms。。。 'My brothers Simon and Ned were here； you know。 Ned had rooms on the garden front。 I wanted Sebastian to e here； too； but my husband was at Christ Church and； as you know； he took charge of Sebastian's education'； she admired my drawings。。。'everyone loves your paintings in the garden…room。 We shall never forgive you if you don't finish them。' Finally； she came to her point。
'I expect you've guessed already what I have e to ask。 Quite simply； is Sebastian drinking too much this term？'
I had guessed； I answered： 'If he were； I shouldn't answer。 As it is I can say； 〃No〃。'
She said： 'I believe you。 Thank God！' and we went together to luncheon at Christ Church。
That night Sebastian had his third disaster and was found by the junior dean at one o'clock； wandering round Tom Quad hopelessly drunk。
I had left him morose but pletely sober at a few minutes before twelve。 In the succeeding hour he had drunk half a bottle of whisky alone。 He did not remember much about it when he came to tell me next morning。
'Have you been doing that a lot；' I asked； 'drinking by yourself after I've gone？'
'About twice； perhaps four times。 It's only when they start bothering me。 I'd be all right if they'd only leave me alone。'
'They won't now；' I said。
'I know。'
We both knew that this was a crisis。 I had no love for Sebastian that morning； he needed it； but I had none to give。
'Really；' I said； 'if you are going to embark on a solitary bout of drinking every time you see a member of your family； it's perfectly hopeless。'
'Oh； yes；' said Sebastian with great sadness。 'I know。 It's hopeless。'
But my pride was stung because I had been made to look a liar and I could not respond to his need。
'Well； what do you propose to do？'
'I shan't do anything。 They'll do it all。'
And I let him go without fort。
Then the machinery began to move again； and I saw it all repeated as it had happened in December； Mr Samgrass and Mgr Bell saw the Dean of Christ Church； Brideshead came up for a night； the heavy wheels stirred and the small wheels spun。 Everyone was exceedingly sorry for Lady Marchmain； whose brothers' names stood in letters of gold on the war memorial； whose brothers' memory was fresh in many breasts。
She came to see me and； again； I must reduce to a few words a conversation which took us from Holywell to the Parks； through Mesopotamia； and over the ferry to north Oxford； where she was staying the night with a houseful of nuns who were in some way under her protection。
'You must believe；' I said； 'that when I told you Sebastian was not drinking； I was telling you the truth； as I knew it。'
'I know you wish to be a good friend to him。'
'That is not what I mean。 I believed what I told you。 I still believe it to some extent。 I believe he has been drunk two or three times before； not more。'
'It's no good； Charles；' she said。 'All you can mean is that you have not as much influence or knowledge of him as I thought。 It is no good either of us trying to believe him。 I've known drunkards before。 One of the most terrible things about them is their deceit。 Love of truth is the first thing that goes。
'After that happy luncheon together。 When you left