Dodie Smith - I Capture the Castle
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talks. He talks more to her in an evening than he's talked to me all
this last year."
I pointed out that he doesn't talk much to any of us.
"Then why doesn't he? What's wrong with us?
I'd begun to think he was temperamentally morose--that he just couldn't help it--but after seeing him turn on his charm for the Cottons! Heaven knows I didn't expect an easy life when I married him--I was prepared even for violence. But I do loathe morosity."
It was no moment to tell her there is no such word;
anyway, I rather liked it.
"Perhaps Mrs. Cotton will go back to America with Neil," I suggested comfortingly.
"Not she. She's taken the flat for three years.
Oh lord, what a fool I am- how can I stop her meeting him, even if I do stay with her his There are thousands of places they can go.
He'll probably renew his interest in the British Museum."
I must say it was a bit suspicious--he hadn't been to London once while Mrs. Cotton was at Scoatney.
"In that case, you might as well go," I said.
"I mean, it doesn't matter your motive being to spy, if you know very well that you can't."
"That's true." She heaved a sigh that was almost a groan and sounded very histrionic, then began to pack her shroud like night gowns.
Suddenly she strode to the window and stood looking at Father's light in the gatehouse.
"I wonder!" she said sepulchrally.
I obligingly asked her what.
"If I shall ever come back. I've got my cross-roads feeling--I've only had it three or four times in my life. That night in the Cafe Royal
when Everard hit the waiter-was She stopped dead.
"Why did he do that?" I asked with the utmost interest. Everard was her second husband, a fashion artist; her first was called Carlo and
had something to do with a circus. Rose and I have always longed to
know about them.
It wasn't any good. She turned a faintly outraged stare on me and
murmured foggily: "Let the dead bury their dead." As far as I know, Everard is alive and kicking and I never have seen how the dead can go burying anyone.
Nothing of great importance to me happened between the night of the
engagement and Rose and Topaz going to London. Of course, we went to
Scoatney several times but Neil wasn't there. He went off to see the
Derby and other races; it seemed a pity that he had to go to them
alone. After thinking about it a lot, I wrote him a little note. I
can remember it word for word:
DEAR NEIL,
I am sure you will be glad to know that Rose really is in love with
Simon. When I talked to you last, I was afraid she might not be- so
you were justified in calling me a liar, but I am not one now. Rose
told me herself and she is very truthful. To prove this, I will tell
you she admitted most honestly that she would have married him even if she had not been in love. I don't think I quite believe that, but
anyway, please do not count it against her, as she is a girl who finds poverty very hard to bear and she has been bearing it for years. And
as she fell in love with him at the psychological moment, everything
has come right.
I hope you are having a nice time in London.
With love from your future sister-in-law
CASSANDRA
I thought it would be all right to put "with love" in a relation like way--though I am not quite sure if Rose's marriage really will make me his sister-in-law. Perhaps I shall only be Simon's.
I must now go indoors--partly because the sun is too hot and partly so that I can copy in Neil's reply.
Here I am on the bedroom window-seat with a glass of milk and a
now-eaten banana.
Neil wrote back:
DEAR CASSANDRA,
It was nice of you to write that letter and what you say is probably
right. I guess I was being unreasonable and certainly very rude. I
apologize again.
Mother's apartment is so full that I have moved to a hotel, so I have not seen much of them all, but I joined them at a theatre last night
and everyone seemed very happy. It was an opening night and the
photographers made a rush at Mrs. Mortmain, who looked stunning.
I hope I see you before I go back home.
Maybe we can swim the moat again. How are the swans?
I shall be tickled to death to have you for a sister-in-law.
Love from
NEIL
I wish he weren't going back to America. He is hoping to get a
partnership in a ranch, Simon told me; somewhere in a California
desert. Deserts do not seem to be deserted in America.
This morning I had a letter from Rose which I will now copy in.
DEAR CASSANDRA
I am sorry not to have written before but we have been very busy.
Getting a trousseau is quite hard work. I think you would be surprised at the way we do it. We hardly go to real shops at all but to large
beautiful houses. There are drawing-rooms with crystal chandeliers and little gilt chairs all round and you sit there and watch the manniquins (can't spell it) walk past in the clothes. You have a card and a
pencil to mark down what you like. The prices are fabulous- quite
plain dresses cost around twenty-five pounds. My black suit will be
thirty-five- more, really, because everything is in guineas, not
pounds. At first I had a frightened sort of feeling at so much being
spent but now it seems almost natural.
I believe my whole trousseau is to cost up to a thousand pounds- and
that will not mean very many things, really, not at the prices we are paying.
But things like fur coats and jewelry will come after I am married.
I already have my engagement ring, of course, a square emerald.
Lovely.
I expect you will wish I would describe everything we have bought but I haven't the time and I also feel embarrassed at having so much when you have so little. But you are to have a most beautiful bridesmaid's
frock- you are to come up to be fitted for it--and I think the
ready-made clothes I am wearing now can be altered for you, once I get my trousseau. And when I am married we will shop like mad for you.
Here is some news that will interest you specially. We dined with the Fox-Cottons and saw Stephen's photographs and, my dear, he looks like all the Greek gods rolled into one. Leda is sure he could get a job
on the pictures, quite seriously. I said it was a scream to think of
him acting and she got quite annoyed. You had better look after your
property. I'm joking- don't do anything silly. I intend to find
someone really exciting for you.
I don't like the Fox-Cottons much. Aubrey makes an awful fuss of
Topaz--he has taken her out several times. She is a conspicuous
person.
She knew some of the manaquins at a dress-show-I could have died. And she knew the photographers at a first-night we went to. Macmorris was there--he looks like a very pale monkey. He wants to paint her again.
Her clothes seem wildly eccentric now we are with well-dressed
people--it's funny to think I used quite to envy them.
I thought of you yesterday. I was out by myself and I went into that
shop where the furs were stored--the clothes there look stodgy after
the ones I've been seeing but they do have nice gloves and things. I
saw the branch of white coral you lost your heart to, and wondered if I could buy it for you but it is only for display. Then I thought I
would buy you a bottle of the scent you said smelt like bluebells but the price is ruinous and I hadn't enough with me--the only pocket-money I have is what Topaz doles out and she is being remarkably cautious
with the beaver coat money, though strictly speaking it is yours and
mine. Mrs.
Cotton spends the earth on me, of course, but hasn't offered anything for me to spend myself--perhaps she thinks it wouldn't be tactful, but it would.
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