the unbearable bassington-第8章

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〃The　narrow　gallery　at　the　Louvre；　attributed　to　Leonardo　da　

Vinci；〃　said　Youghal。



〃Of　course；〃　said　Francesca；　her　feelings　divided　between　

satisfaction　at　capturing　an　elusive　impression　and　annoyance　that　

Youghal　should　have　been　her　helper。　　A　stronger　tinge　of　annoyance　

possessed　her　when　she　heard　the　voice　of　Henry　Greech　raised　in　

painful　prominence　at　Lady　Caroline's　end　of　the　table。



〃I　called　on　the　Trudhams　yesterday；〃　he　announced；　〃it　was　their　

Silver　Wedding；　you　know；　at　least　the　day　before　was。　　Such　lots　

of　silver　presents；　quite　a　show。　　Of　course　there　were　a　great　

many　duplicates；　but　still；　very　nice　to　have。　　I　think　they　were　

very　pleased　to　get　so　many。〃



〃We　must　not　grudge　them　their　show　of　presents　after　their　twenty…

five　years　of　married　life；〃　said　Lady　Caroline；　gently；　〃it　is　the　

silver　lining　to　their　cloud。〃



A　third　of　the　guests　present　were　related　to　the　Trudhams。



〃Lady　Caroline　is　beginning　well；〃　murmured　Courtenay　Youghal。



〃I　should　hardly　call　twenty…five　years　of　married　life　a　cloud；〃　

said　Henry　Greech；　lamely。



〃Don't　let's　talk　about　married　life；〃　said　a　tall　handsome　woman；　

who　looked　like　some　modern　painter's　conception　of　the　goddess　

Bellona；　〃it's　my　misfortune　to　write　eternally　about　husbands　and　

wives　and　their　variants。　　My　public　expects　it　of　me。　　I　do　so　

envy　journalists　who　can　write　about　plagues　and　strikes　and　

Anarchist　plots；　and　other　pleasing　things；　instead　of　being　tied　

down　to　one　stale　old　topic。〃



〃Who　is　that　woman　and　what　has　she　written？〃　Francesca　asked　

Youghal；　she　dimly　remembered　having　seen　her　at　one　of　Serena　

Golackly's　gatherings；　surrounded　by　a　little　Court　of　admirers。



〃I　forget　her　name；　she　has　a　villa　at　San　Remo　or　Mentone；　or　

somewhere　where　one　does　have　villas；　and　plays　an　extraordinary　

good　game　of　bridge。　　Also　she　has　the　reputation；　rather　rare　in　

your　sex；　of　being　a　wonderfully　sound　judge　of　wine。〃



〃But　what　has　she　written？〃



〃Oh；　several　novels　of　the　thinnish　ice　order。　　Her　last　one；　'The　

Woman　who　wished　it　was　Wednesday；'　has　been　banned　at　all　the　

libraries。　　I　expect　you've　read　it。〃



〃I　don't　see　why　you　should　think　so；〃　said　Francesca；　coldly。



〃Only　because　Comus　lent　me　your　copy　yesterday；〃　said　Youghal。　　He　

threw　back　his　handsome　head　and　gave　her　a　sidelong　glance　of　

quizzical　amusement。　　He　knew　that　she　hated　his　intimacy　with　

Comus；　and　he　was　secretly　rather　proud　of　his　influence　over　the　

boy；　shallow　and　negative　though　he　knew　it　to　be。　　It　had　been；　on　

his　part；　an　unsought　intimacy；　and　it　would　probably　fall　to　

pieces　the　moment　he　tried　seriously　to　take　up　the　ROLE　of　mentor。　　

The　fact　that　Comus's　mother　openly　disapproved　of　the　friendship　

gave　it　perhaps　its　chief　interest　in　the　young　politician's　eyes。



Francesca　turned　her　attention　to　her　brother's　end　of　the　table。　　

Henry　Greech　had　willingly　availed　himself　of　the　invitation　to　

leave　the　subject　of　married　life；　and　had　launched　forthwith　into　

the　equally　well…worn　theme　of　current　politics。　　He　was　not　a　

person　who　was　in　much　demand　for　public　meetings；　and　the　House　

showed　no　great　impatience　to　hear　his　views　on　the　topics　of　the　

moment；　its　impatience；　indeed；　was　manifested　rather　in　the　

opposite　direction。　　Hence　he　was　prone　to　unburden　himself　of　

accumulated　political　wisdom　as　occasion　presented　itself　…　

sometimes；　indeed；　to　assume　an　occasion　that　was　hardly　visible　to　

the　naked　intelligence。



〃Our　opponents　are　engaged　in　a　hopelessly　uphill　struggle；　and　

they　know　it；〃　he　chirruped；　defiantly；　〃they've　become　possessed；　

like　the　Gadarene　swine；　with　a　whole　legion　of　…　〃



〃Surely　the　Gadarene　swine　went　downhill；〃　put　in　Lady　Caroline　in　

a　gently　enquiring　voice。



Henry　Greech　hastily　abandoned　simile　and　fell　back　on　platitude　

and　the　safer　kinds　of　fact。



Francesca　did　not　regard　her　brother's　views　on　statecraft　either　

in　the　light　of　gospel　or　revelation；　as　Comus　once　remarked；　they　

more　usually　suggested　exodus。　　In　the　present　instance　she　found　

distraction　in　a　renewed　scrutiny　of　the　girl　opposite　her；　who　

seemed　to　be　only　moderately　interested　in　the　conversational　

efforts　of　the　diners　on　either　side　of　her。　　Comus　who　was　looking　

and　talking　his　best；　was　sitting　at　the　further　end　of　the　table；　

and　Francesca　was　quick　to　notice　in　which　direction　the　girl's　

glances　were　continually　straying。　　Once　or　twice　the　eyes　of　the　

young　people　met　and　a　swift　flush　of　pleasure　and　a　half…smile　

that　spoke　of　good　understanding　came　to　the　heiress's　face。　　It　

did　not　need　the　gift　of　the　traditional　intuition　of　her　sex　to　

enable　Francesca　to　guess　that　the　girl　with　the　desirable　banking　

account　was　already　considerably　attracted　by　the　lively　young　

Pagan　who　had；　when　he　cared　to　practise　it；　such　an　art　of　winning　

admiration。　　For　the　first　time　for　many；　many　months　Francesca　saw　

her　son's　prospects　in　a　rose…coloured　setting；　and　she　began；　

unconsciously；　to　wonder　exactly　how　much　wealth　was　summed　up　in　

the　expressive　label　〃almost　indecently　rich。〃　　A　wife　with　a　

really　large　fortune　and　a　correspondingly　big　dower　of　character　

and　ambition；　might；　perhaps；　succeed　in　turning　Comus's　latent　

energies　into　a　groove　which　would　provide　him；　if　not　with　a　

career；　at　least　with　an　occupation；　and　the　young　serious　face　

opposite　looked　as　if　its　owner　lacked　neither　character　or　

ambition。　　Francesca's　speculations　took　a　more　personal　turn。　　Out　

of　the　well…filled　coffers　with　which　her　imagination　was　toying；　

an　inconsiderable　sum　might　eventually　be　devoted　to　the　leasing；　

or　even　perhaps　the　purchase　of；　the　house　in　Blue　Street　when　the　

present　convenient　arrangement　should　have　come　to　an　end；　and　

Francesca　and　the　Van　der　Meulen　would　not　be　obliged　to　seek　fresh　

quarters。



A　woman's　voice；　talking　in　a　discreet　undertone　on　the　other　side　

of　Courtenay　Youghal；　broke　in　on　her　bridge…building。



〃Tons　of　money　and　really　very　presentable。　　Just　the　wife　for　a　

rising　young　politician。　　Go　in　and　win　her　before　she's　snapped　up　

by　some　fortune　hunter。〃



Youghal　and　his　instructress　in　worldly　wisdom　were　looking　

straight　across　the　table　at　the　Leonardo　da　Vinci　girl　with　the　

grave　reflective　eyes　and　the　over…emphasised　air　of　repose。　　

Francesca　felt　a　quick　throb　of　anger　against　her　match…making　

neighbour；　why；　she　asked　herself；　must　some　women；　with　no　end　or　

purpose　of　their　own　to　serve；　except　the　sheer　love　of　meddling　in　

the　affairs　of　others；　plunge　their　hands　into　plots　and　schemings　

of　this　sort；　in　which　the　happiness　of　more　than　one　person　was　

concerned？　　And　more　clearly　than　ever　she　realised　how　thoroughly　

she　detested　Courtenay　Youghal。　　She　had　disliked　him　as　an　evil　

influence；　setting　before　her　son　an　example　of　showy　ambition　that　

he　was　not　in　the　least　likely　to　follow；　and　providing　him　with　a　

model　of　extravagant　dandyism　that　he　was　only　too　certain　to　copy。　　

In　her　heart　she　knew　that　Comus　would　have　embarked　just　as　surely　

on　his　present　course　of　idle　self…indulgence　if　he　had　never　known　

of　the　existence　of　Youghal；　but　she　chose　to　regard　that　young　man　

as　her　son's　evil　genius；　and　now　he　seemed　likely　to　justify　more　

than　ever　the　character　she　had　fastened　on　to　him。　　For　once　in　

his　life　Comus　appeared　to　have　an　idea　of　behaving　sensibly　and　

making　some　use　of　his　opportunities；　and　almost　at　the　same　moment　

Courtenay　Youghal　arrived　on　the　scene　as　a　possible　and　very　

dangerous　rival。　　Against　the　good　looks　and　fitful　powers　of　

fascination　that　Comus　could　bring　into　the　field；　the　young　

politician　could　match　half…a…dozen　dazzling　qualities　which　would　

go　far　to　recommend　him　in　the　eyes　of　a　woman　of　the　world；　still　

more　in　those　o