Charles Snow: The Affair

“We really do miss him,” Tom was explaining confidentially to Laura. “It’s like everywhere in this country, the right people are never where you want them. Everything’s got into the hands of those awful old men, and when anyone like Lewis comes along he goes and does something frightfully important and leaves the old men to sit on the heads of the rest of us. He’s a very powerful and slightly sinister figure, is Lewis. Oh, yes, he is. But he’s on the right side. I assure you he is. We miss him very much, do you believe me?”

“I’m sure you do,” she said, in a tone which could scarcely have been less interested.

Tom continued to talk — was he trying to distract her? — as though we were all in a sociological conspiracy. Generalisations poured out: the good young middle-aged, said Tom, flattering me, for I was forty-eight, had got caught up trying to keep the country afloat. The generation coming up, he said, flattering her, for she was about thirty, had got to fight some other battles, had got to smash the “awful old men”.

“We are all in it together,” he said. He had had three stiff drinks, he sounded both hearty and angry. “We’re going to show them. I mean it very sincerely, both of you.”

Upstairs in the dining-room, with Laura sitting between us at a dark corner table, Tom went on with his patter. There were a couple of decanters waiting for us, shining comfortably under the three candles, and soon Tom had put down the best part of a bottle of wine. But, though he showed the effects of drink very quickly, he did not get any more drunk. He was spontaneous, as he usually seemed to be, but whatever his policy was for this evening he had not lost hold of it. He was spontaneous, at the same time he was wily: somehow he managed to use the spontaneity as part of his stock-in-trade.

Meanwhile he was enjoying his dinner with a mixture of appetite and discrimination, with a gusto so intense that he appeared to be blushing. After he had ordered our meal with analytical care, he suddenly had a second thought about his own. Beckoning the waitress, he whispered to her almost as confidentially as though they were having a love-affair. She reappeared with some gulls’ eggs while Laura and I forked away at the smoked salmon.

“Delicious, delicious,” said Tom Orbell, in a gourmet’s transport.

It was when he repeated this performance over the savoury that Laura lost her patience. As he talked at large, she had been half-polite, half-sulking. Not that she was irritated because he was not paying attention to her as a woman. Actually, he was. He was a susceptible young man, he wanted to make a hit with her. To which she was totally indifferent; something was on her mind, but not that.

Tom had just had a new and delectable afterthought about the savoury. When our mushrooms on toast arrived, he had another piece of happy whispering with the waitress. “Do you think I could possibly have…?” Soon he was munching away at chicken livers and bacon, murmuring with content.

Then Laura said to him: “I do want to get down to business, if you don’t mind.”

Tom looked at her, his glance at the same time defensive and bold.

“Is there really anything we can do tonight?”

“When are any of you going to move?”

“It isn’t any use me moving by myself is it?”

“That’s not the point.”

“But isn’t it the point, my dear? Do you think that the blasted Court of Seniors is going to listen to a solitary junior Fellow? Remember this is the last shot you’ve got, if you don’t mind me speaking frankly. And I’m speaking with great affection for you, even more than for Donald, and that isn’t a monstrous thing to say, is it?”

She was looking angry and determined, which made her seem more handsome, and he gazed at her admiringly. “Forgive me,” he said, “I’m afraid I’m slightly drunk.” He was not: he was trying to put up a smoke-screen.

“If you don’t mind me speaking very frankly, you’ve got to be very, very careful about your tactics,” he went on. “And so have I, because there might come a time when I could be a bit of use to you, in a minor way, and it would be a mistake to have shot my bolt before the right time came, wouldn’t it?”

“Not so much a mistake as doing nothing at all.”

“Is there any reason why I shouldn’t let Lewis into this?” he said, beating another retreat.

“Haven’t you heard about it already?” Almost for the first time, she spoke to me directly.

In fact, as I had been listening to them, I knew something of the story. My brother was the most discreet of men: but he and Francis Getliffe had thought that, as an ex-Fellow, I had a right to know. Even so, they had told me the bare minimum. The scandal had been kept so tightly within the college that I had not caught a whisper from anyone else. All I had picked up was that one of the younger Fellows had been caught out in a piece of scientific fraud. Without any noise at all, he had been got rid of. It was a kind of dismissal that had only happened in the college once within living memory. It had been done, of course, after something like a judicial investigation. I assumed that it had been done with more obsessive care even than in a process at law. The final dismissal had happened six months before: and, as I had realised as soon as Laura set to work on Tom Orbell, the man concerned was her husband, Donald Howard.

I said that I knew what they were talking about.

“Have you heard that it’s a piece of unforgivable injustice?” she demanded.

I shook my head.

“You’ve got to remember, just for the sake of getting your own tactics right,” said Tom, “that no one in the college takes that view, haven’t you got to remember that?”

“Have you heard that it’s the result of sheer blind prejudice?”

I shook my head again, and Tom put in: “With great respect, my dear Laura, that’s just misleading you. Of course there’s some strong feeling about it, it wouldn’t be natural if there wasn’t. Of course most of them don’t agree with his opinions. I don’t myself, as you know perfectly well. But then, I don’t agree with Lewis’ opinions either, and I think Lewis would feel pretty safe in his job if I suddenly came into power. Speaking with great affection, you’re really on the wrong track there.”

“I don’t believe it for an instant.”

“Truly you’re wrong—”

“I will believe it when you’ve done something to prove it.”

I watched them as she went on bullying him. Tom Orbell was as clever as they came; psychologically he was full of resource and beneath the anxiety to please there was a tough, wilful core. But his forehead was sweating, his voice was not so mellifluous or easy. He was frightened of her. While she sat there, pretty, set-faced, strong-necked, she had only one thought in her head. She had come to talk to him and make him act. Talking to Tom, who was so much cleverer, she had the complete moral initiative.

She said: “I’m not asking you anything difficult. All I want is to get this business re-opened.”

“How can you expect me to do that? I’m just one out of twenty. I’m a very junior person, I’m not a majority of the college. And I’ve tried to explain to you, but you won’t realise it, that you’re dealing with a society and a constitution, that you need a majority of the college before the thing can be so much as raised again.”

“You can’t get a majority of the college unless you make a beginning now,” she said.

Tom Orbell looked at her with something like appeal. I thought she had got him down. Then I realised that I had underrated him, when he said: “Now look, my dear. I’ve got a serious suggestion to make, and I want you to consider it very carefully. I don’t believe that anyone as junior as I am is going to make any impact on this situation at all. What I suggest, and I mean it very deeply, is that you should try to persuade Lewis here to talk to some of his friends. I’m not saying that you could possibly want him to commit himself to an opinion one way or another, any more than I could commit myself, as far as that goes. But if you could get him so much as to raise the question with the people he knows — after all, he’s become the nearest approach we have to an elder statesman, has Lewis. He can talk to them as I can’t possibly and shan’t be able to for twenty years. I do mean that, I assure you.”