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 wasted but more elegant; he had cast the shabbiness of extreme fatigue。 Cara straightened his tie; he wiped his eyes with …a bandanna handkerchief and shuffled with his stick to the hall fire。
    There was a little heraldic chair by the chimney…piece; one of a set which stood against the walls; a little; inhospitable; flat…seated thing; a mere excuse for the elaborate armorial painting on its back; on which; perhaps; no one; not even a weary footman; had ever sat since it was made; there Lord Marchmain sat and wiped his eyes。
    'It's the cold;' he said。 'I'd forgotten how cold it is in England。 Quite bowled me over。'
    'Can I get you anything; my lord?'
    'Nothing; thank you。 Cara; where are those confounded pills?'
    'Alex; the doctor said not more than three times a day。'
    'Damn the doctor。 I feel quite bowled over。'
    Cara produced a blue bottle from her bag and Lord March main took a pill。 Whatever was in it; seemed to revive him。 He remained seated; his long legs stuck out before him; his cane between them; his chin on its ivory handle; but he began to take notice of us all; to greet us and to give orders。
    'I'm afraid I'm not at all the thing today; the joumey's taken it out of me。 Ought to have waited a night at Dover。 Wilcox; what rooms have you prepared for me?'
    'Your old ones; my Lord。'
    'Won't do; not till I'm fit again。 Too many stairs; must be on the ground floor。 Plender; get a bed made up for me downstairs。' Plender and Wilcox exchanged an anxious glance。
    'Very good; my Lord。 Which room shall we put it in?' Lord Marchmain thought for a moment。 'The Chinese drawing…room; and; Wilcox; the 〃Queen's bed〃。'
    'The Chinese drawing…room; my lord; the 〃Queen's bed〃?'
    'Yes; yes。 I may be spending some time there in the next few weeks。'
    The Chinese drawing…room was one I had never seen used; in fact one could not normally go further into it than a small roped area round the door; where sight…seers were corralled on the days the house was open to the public; it was a splendid; uninhabitable museum of Chippendale carving and porcelain' and lacquer and painted hangings; the Queen's bed too; was an exhibition piece; a vast velvet tent like the baldachino at St Peter's。 Had Lord Marchmain planned this lying…in…state for himself; I wondered; before he left the sunshine of Italy? Had he thought of it during the scudding rain of his long; fretful journey? Had it e to him at that moment; an awakened memory of childhood; a dream in the nursery … 'When I'm grown up I'll sleep in the Queen's bed in the Chinese drawing…room' … the apotheosis of adult grandeur?
    Few things; certainly; could have caused more stir in the house。 What had been foreseen as a day of formality became one of fierce exertion; housemaids began making a fire; removing covers; unfolding linen… men in aprons; never normally seen; shifted furniture; the estate carpenters were collected to dismantle the bed。 It came down the main staircase in pieces; at intervals during the afternoon; huge sections of Rococo; velvet…covered cornice; the twisted; gilt and velvet columns which formed its posts; beams of unpolished wood; made not to be seen; which performed invisible structural functions below the draperies; plumes of dyed feathers; which sprang from gold…mounted ostrich eggs and crowned the canopy; finally; the mattresses with four toiling men to each。 Lord Marchmain seemed to derive fort from the consequences of his whim; he sat by the fire watching the bustle; while we stood in a half circle … Cara; Cordelia; Julia; and I … and talked to him。
    Colour came back to his checks and light to his eyes。 'Brideshead and his wife dined with me in Rome;' he said。 'Since we are all members of the family' … and his eye moved ironically from Cara to me … 'I can speak without reserve。 I found her deplorable。 Her former consort; I understand; was a seafaring man and; presumably; the less exacting; but how my son; at the ripe age of thirty…eight; with; unless things have changed very much; a very free choice among the women of England; can have settled on … I suppose I must call her so … Beryl。。。' He left the sentence eloquently unfinished。
    Lord Marchmain showed no inclination to move; so presently we drew up chairs … the little; heraldic chairs; for everything else in the hall was ponderous … and sat round him。
    'I daresay I shall not be really fit again until summer es; he said。 'I look to you four to amuse me。' There seemed little we could do at the moment to lighten the rather sombre mood; he; indeed; was the most cheerful of us。 'Tell me;' he said; 'the circumstances of Brideshead's courtship。'
    We told him what we knew。
    'Match…boxes;' he said。 'Match…boxes。 I think she's past childbearing。'
    Tea was brought us at the hall fireplace。
    'In Italy;' he said; 'no one believes there will be a war。 They think it will all be 〃arranged〃。 I suppose; Julia; you no longer have access to political information? Cara; here; is fortunately a British subject by marriage。 It is not a thing she customarily mentions; but it may prove valuable。 She is legally Mrs Hicks; are you not; my dear? We know little of Hicks; but we shall be grateful to him; none the less; if it es to war。 And you;' he said; turning the attack to me; 'you will no doubt bee an official artist?'
    'No。 As a matter of fact I am negotiating now for a mission in the Special Reserve。'
    'Oh; but you should be an artist。 I had one with my squadron during the last war; for weeks … until we went up to the line。' This waspishness was new。 I had always been aware of a frame of malevolence under his urbanity; now it protruded like his own sharp bones through the sunken skin。
    It was dark before the bed was finished; we went to see it; Lord Marchmain stepping quite briskly now through the intervening rooms。
    'I congratulate you。 It really looks remarkably well。 Wilcox; I seem to remember a silver basin and ewer … they stood in a room we called 〃the Cardinal's dressing…room〃; I think … suppose we had them here on the console。 Then if you will send Plender and Gaston to me; the luggage can wait till tomorrow … simply the dressing case and what I need for the night。 Plender will know。 If you will leave me with Plender and Gaston; I will go to bed。 We will meet later; you will dine here and keep me amused。'
    We turned to go; as I was at the door he called me back。
    'It looks very well; does it not?'
    'Very well。'
    'You might paint it; eh … and call it the Death Bed?'

    'Yes;' said Cara; 'he has e home to die。'
    'But when he first arrived he was talking so confidently of recovery。
    'That was because he was so ill。 When he is himself; he knows he is dying and accepts it。 His sickness is up and down; one day; sometimes for several days on end; he is strong and lively and then he is ready for death; then he is down and afraid。 I do not know how it will be when he is more and more down。 That must e in good time。 The doctors in Rome gave him less than a year。 There is someone ing from London; I think tomorrow; who will tell us more。'
    'What is it?'
    'His heart; some long word at the heart。 He is dying of a long word。'
    That evening Lord Marchmain was in good spirits; the room had a Hogarthian aspect; with the dinner…table set for the four of us by the grotesque; chinoiserie chimney…piece; and the old man propped among his pillows; sipping champagne; tasting; praising; and failing to eat; the succession of dishes which had been prepared for his homeing。 Wilcox had brought out for the occasion the gold plate; which I had not before seen in use; that; the gilt mirrors; and the lacquer and the drapery of the great bed and Julia's mandarin coat gave the scene an air of pantomime; of Aladdin's cave。
    Just at the end; when the time came for us to go; his spirits flagged。
    'I shall not sleep;' he said。 'Who is going to sit with me? Cara; carissima; you are fatigued。 Cordelia; will you watch for an hour in this Gethsemane?'
    Next morning I asked her how the night had passed。
    'He went to sleep almost at once。 I came in to see him at two to make up the fire; the lights were on; but he was asleep again。 He mus

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