‘Well, well!’ said Sir Lawrence, ‘Jerry’s a privateer, and women ought not to go off their heads about him.’
‘Yes,’ said Jean. ‘It’s silly to blame men nowadays.’
‘In old days,’ murmured Lady Mont, ‘men did the advancing and women were blamed; now women do it and the men are blamed.’
The extraordinary consecutiveness of the speech struck with a silencing effect on every tongue, until she added: ‘I once saw two camels, d’you remember, Lawrence, so pretty.’
Jean looked rather horrified, and Dinny smiled.
Hubert came back to the line. ‘I don’t know,’ he said; ‘he’s marrying our sister.’
‘Clare’ll give and take,’ said Lady Mont. ‘It’s only when their noses are curved. The Rector,’ she added to Jean, ‘says there’s a Tasburgh nose. You haven’t got it. It crinkles. Your brother Alan had it a little.’ And she looked at Dinny. ‘In China, too,’ she added. ‘I said he’d marry a purser’s daughter.’
‘Good God, Aunt Em, he hasn’t!’ cried Jean.
‘No. Very nice girls, I’m sure. Not like clergymen’s.’
‘Thank you!’
‘I mean the sort you find in the Park. They call themselves that when they want company. I thought everybody knew.’
‘Jean was rectory-bred, Aunt Em,’ said Hubert.
‘But she’s been married to you two years. Who was it said: “And they shall multiply exceedin’ly?” ’
‘Moses?’ said Dinny.
‘And why not?’
Her eyes rested on Jean, who flushed. Sir Lawrence remarked quickly: ‘I hope Hilary will be as short with Clare as he was with you and Jean, Hubert. That was a record.’
‘Hilary preaches beautifully,’ said Lady Mont. ‘At Edward’s death he preached on “Solomon in all his glory”. Touchin’! And when we hung Casement, you remember – so stupid of us! – on the beam and the mote. We had it in our eye.’
‘If I could love a sermon,’ said Dinny, ‘it would be Uncle Hilary’s.’
‘Yes,’ said Lady Mont, ‘he could borrow more barley-sugar than any little boy I ever knew and look like an angel. Your Aunt Wilmet and I used to hold him upside down – like puppies, you know – hopin’, but we never got it back.’
‘You must have been a lovely family, Aunt Em.’
‘Tryin’. Our father that was not in Heaven took care not to see us much. Our mother couldn’t help it – poor dear! We had no sense of duty.’
‘And now you all have so much; isn’t it queer?’
‘Have I a sense of duty, Lawrence?’
‘Emphatically not, Em.’
‘I thought so.’
‘But wouldn’t you say as a whole, Uncle Lawrence, that the Cherrells have too much sense of duty?’
‘How can they have too much?’ said Jean.
Sir Lawrence fixed his monocle.
‘I scent heresy, Dinny.’
‘Surely duty’s narrowing, Uncle? Father and Uncle Lionel and Uncle Hilary, and even Uncle Adrian, always think first of what they ought to do. They despise their own wants. Very fine, of course, but rather dull.’
Sir Lawrence dropped his eyeglass.
‘Your family, Dinny,’ he said, ‘perfectly illustrate the mandarin. They hold the Empire together. Public schools, Osborne, Sandhurst; oh! ah! and much more. From generation to generation it begins in the home. Mother’s milk with them. Service to Church and State – very interesting, very rare now, very admirable.’
‘Especially when they’ve kept on top by means of it,’ murmured Dinny.
‘Shucks!’ said Hubert: ‘As if anyone thought of that in the Services!’
‘You don’t think of it because you don’t have to; but you would fast enough if you did have to.’
‘Somewhat cryptic, Dinny,’ put in Sir Lawrence; ‘you mean if anything threatened them, they’d think: “We simply mustn’t be removed, we’re It.” ’
‘But are they It, Uncle?’
‘With whom have you been associating, my dear?’
‘Oh! no one. One must think sometimes.’
‘Too depressin’,’ said Lady Mont. ‘The Russian revolution, and all that.’
Dinny was conscious that Hubert was regarding her as if thinking: ‘What’s come to Dinny?’
‘If one wants to take out a linch-pin,’ he said, ‘one always can, but the wheel comes off.’
‘Well put, Hubert,’ said Sir Lawrence; ‘it’s a mistake to think one can replace type or create it quickly. The sahib’s born, not made – that is, if you take the atmosphere of homes as part of birth. And, if you ask me, he’s dying out fast. A pity not to preserve him somehow; we might have National Parks for them, as they have for bisons.’