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g beaten in the most savage way； on the most frivolous pretexts； but never Sebastian。 He was the only boy in my house who was never beaten at all。 I can see him now； at the age of fifteen。 He never had spots you know； all the other boys were spotty。 Boy Mulcaster was positively scrofulous。 But not Sebastian。 Or did he have one； rather a stubborn one at the back of his neck？ I think； now； that he did。 Narcissus； with one pustule。 He and I were both Catholics； so we used to go to mass together。 He used to spend such a time in the confessional； I used to wonder what he had to say； because he never did anything wrong； never quite； at least； he never got punished。 Perhaps he was just being charming through the grille。 I left under what is called a cloud； you know … I can't think why it is called that； it seemed to me a glare of unwele light； the process involved a series of harrowing interviews with m' tutor。 It was disconcerting to find how observant that mild old man proved to be。 The things he knew about me； which I thought no one … except possibly Sebastian … knew。 It was a lesson never to trust mild old men … or charming school boys； which？
'Shall we have another bottle of this wine； or of something different？ Something different； some bloody； old Burgundy； eh？ You see； Charles； I understand all your tastes。 You must e to France with me and drink the wine。 We will go at the vintage。 I will take you to stay at the Vincennes。 It is all made up with them now； and he has finest wine in France； he and the Prince de Portallon … I will take you there； too。 I think they would amuse you； and of course they would love you。 I want to introduce； you to a lot of my friends。 I have told Cocteau about you。 He is all agog。 You see； my dear Charles； you are that very rare thing； An Artist。 Oh yes； you must not look bashful。 Behind that cold； English； phlegmatic exterior you I are An Artist。 I have seen those little drawings you keep hidden away in your room。 They are exquisite。 And you； dear Charles； if you will understand me； are not exquisite； but not at all Artists are not exquisite。 I am； Sebastian； in a kind of way； is exquisite； but the artist is an eternal type； solid； purposeful； observant … and； beneath it all； p…p…passionate； eh； Charles？
'But who recognizes you？ The other day I was speaking to Sebastian about you； and I said； 〃But you know Charles is an artist。 He draws like a young Ingres；〃 and do you know what Sebastian said？ … 〃Yes； Aloysius draws very prettily； too； but of course he's rather more modern。' So charming； so amusing。
'Of course those that have charm don't really need brains。 Stefanie de Vincennes really tickled me four years ago。 My dear； I even used the same coloured varnish for my toe…nails。 I used her words and lit my cigarette in the same way and spoke with her tone on the telephone so that the duke used to carry on long and intimate conversations with me； thinking that I was her。 It was largely that which put his mind on pistol and sabres in such an old…fashioned manner。 My step…father thought it an excellent education for me。 He thought it would make me grow out of what he calls my 〃English habits〃。 Poor man； he is very South American。。。I never heard anyone speak an ill word of Stefanie； except…the Duke： and she； my dear； is positively cretinous。'
Anthony had lost his stammer in the deep waters of his old romance。 It came floating back to him； momentarily； with the coffee and liqueurs。 'Real G…g…green Chartreuse； made before the expulsion of the monks。 There are five distinct tastes as it trickles over the tongue。 It is like swallowing a sp…spectrum。 Do you wish Sebastian was with us？ Of course you do。 Do I？ I wonder。 How our thoughts do run on that little bundle of charm to be sure。 I think you must be mesmerizing me； Charles。 I bring you here； at very considerable expense； my dear； simply to talk about myself； and I find I talk of no one except Sebastian。 It's odd because there's really no mystery about him except how he came to be born of such a very sinister family。
'I forget if you know his family。 I don't suppose he'll ever let you meet them。 He's far too clever。 They're quite； quite gruesome。 Do you ever feel there is something a teeny bit gruesome about Sebastian？ No？ Perhaps I imagine it； it's simply that he looks so like the rest of them； sometimes。
'There's Brideshead who's something archaic； out of a cave that's been sealed for centuries。 He has the face as though an Aztec sculptor had attempted a portrait of Sebastian； he's a learned bigot； a ceremonious barbarian； a snow…bound lama。。。Well； anything you like。 And Julia； you know what she looks like。 Who could help it？ Her photograph appears as regularly in the illustrated papers as the advertisements for Beecham's Pills。 A face of flawless Florentine quattrocento beauty； almost anyone else with those looks would have been tempted to bee artistic； not Lady Julia； she's as smart as … well； as smart as Stefanie。 Nothing greenery…yallery about her。 So gay； so correct； so unaffected。 I wonder if she's incestuous。 I doubt it； all she wants is power。 There ought to be an Inquisition especially set up to burn her。 There's another sister； too； I believe； in the schoolroom。 Nothing is known of her yet except that her governess went mad and drowned herself not long ago。 I'm sure she's abominable。 So you see there was really very little left for poor Sebastian to do except be sweet and charming。
'It's when one gets to the parents that a bottomless pit opens。 My dear； such a pair。 How does Lady Marchmain manage it？ It is one of the questions of the Age。 You have seen her？ Very； very beautiful； no artifice her hair just turning grey in elegant silvery streaks； no rouge very pale； huge…eyed … it is extraordinary how large those eyes look and how the lids are veined blue where anyone else would have touched them with a finger…tip of paint； pearls and a few great starlike jewels； heirlooms； in ancient settings； a voice as quiet as a prayer； and as powerful。 And Lord。 Marchmain； well； a little fleshy perhaps； but very handsome； a magnifico； a voluptuary； Byronic； bored； infectiously slothful； not at all the sort of man you would expect to see easily put down。 And that Reinhardt nun； my dear； has destroyed him but utterly。 He daren't show his great purple face anywhere。 He is the last； historic； authentic case of someone being hounded out of society。 Brideshead won't see him； the girls mayn't； Sebastian does； of course； because he's； so charming。 No one else goes near him。 Why； last September Lady Marchmain was in Venice staying at the Palazzo Fogliere。 To tell you the truth she was just a teeny bit ridiculous in Venice。 She never went near the Lido； of course； but she was always drifting about the canals in a gondola with Sir Adrian Porson … such attitudes； my dear； like Madame R閏amier； once I passed them and I caught the eye of the Fogliere gondolier； whom； of course； I knew； and； my dear； he gave me such a wink。 She came to all the parties in a sort of cocoon of gossamer； my dear； as though she were part of some Celtic play or a heroine from Maeterlinck； and she would go to church。 Well； as you know； Venice is the one town in Italy where no one ever has gone to church。 Anyway； she was rather a figure of fun that year； and then who； should turn up； in the Maltons' yacht； but poor Lord Marchmain。 He'd taken a little palace there； but was he allowed in？ Lord Malton put him and his valet into a dinghy； my dear； and transhipped him there and then into the steamer for Trieste。 He hadn't even his mistress with him。 It was her yearly holiday。 No one ever knew how they heard Lady Marchmain was there。 And； do you know； for a week Lord Malton slunk about as if he was in disgrace？ And he was in disgrace。 The Principessa Fogliere gave a ball and Lord Malton was not asked nor anyone from his yacht … even the de Pa駉ses。 How does Lady Marchmain do it？ She has convinced the world that Lord Marchmain is a monster。 And what is the truth？ They were married for fifteen years or so and then Lord Marchmain went to the war； he never came back but formed a connection with a highly talented dancer。 There are a thousand such cases。 She refuses to divorce him b