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But for Frances the affairs of the nation sank into insignificance beside Nicky's Cambridge affair.
There could be no doubt that Nicky's affair was serious. You could not, Anthony said, get over the letters, the Master's letter and the Professor's letter and Michael's. They had arrived one hour after Nicky, Nicky so changed from his former candour that he refused to give any account of himself beyond the simple statement that he had been sent down. They'd know, he had said, soon enough why.
And soon enough they did know.
To be sure no details could be disentangled from the discreet ambiguities of the Master and the Professor. But Michael's letter was more explicit. Nicky had been sent down because old "Booster" had got it into his head that Nicky had been making love to "Booster's" wife when she didn't want to be made love to, and nothing could get it out of "Booster's" head.
Michael was bound to stand up for his brother, and it was clear to Anthony that so grave a charge could hardly have been brought without some reason. The tone of the letters, especially the Professor's, was extraordinarily restrained. That was what made the thing stand out in its sheer awfulness. The Professor, although, according to Michael, he conceived himself to be profoundly injured, wrote sorrowfully, in consideration of Nicky's youth.
There was one redeeming circ.u.mstance, the Master and the Professor both laid stress on it: Anthony's son had not attempted to deny it.
"There must," Frances said wildly, "be some terrible mistake."
But Nicky cut the ground from under the theory of the terrible mistake by continuing in his refusal to deny it.
"What sort of woman," said Anthony, "is the Professor's wife?"
"Oh, awfully decent," said Nicky.
"You had no encouragement, then, no provocation?"
"She's awfully fascinating," said Nicky.
Then Frances had another thought. It seemed to her that Nicky was evading.
"Are you sure you're not screening somebody else?"
"Screening somebody else? Do you mean some other fellow?"
"Yes. I'm not asking you to give the name, Nicky."
"I swear I'm not. Why should I be? I can't think why you're all making such a fuss about it. I don't mean poor old 'Booster.' He's got some cause, if you like."
"But what was it you did--really did, Nicky?"
"You've read the letters, Mother."
Nicky's adolescence seemed to die and pa.s.s from him there and then; and she saw a stubborn, hard virility that frightened and repelled her, forcing her to believe that it might have really happened.
To Frances the awfulness of it was beyond belief. And the pathos of her belief in Nicky was unbearable to Anthony. There were the letters.
"I think, dear," Anthony said, "you'd better leave us."
"Mayn't I stay?" It was as if she thought that by staying she could bring Nicky's youth back to life again.
"No," said Anthony.
She went, and Nicky opened the door for her. His hard, tight man's face looked at her as if it had been she who had sinned and he who suffered, intolerably, for her sin. The click of the door as he shut it stabbed her.
"It's a d.a.m.nable business, father. We'd better not talk about it."
But Anthony would talk about it. And when he had done talking all that Nicky had to say was: "You know as well as I do that these things happen."
For Nicky had thought it out very carefully beforehand in the train.
What else could he say? He couldn't tell them that "Booster's" poor little wife had lost her head and made hysterical love to him, and had been so frightened at what she had done that she had made him promise on his word of honour that, whatever happened, he wouldn't give her away to anybody, not even to his own people.
He supposed that either Peggy had given herself away, or that poor old "Booster" had found her out. He supposed that, having found her out, there was no other line that "Booster" could have taken. Anyhow, there was no other line that _he_ could take; because, in the world where these things happened, being found out would be fifty times worse for Peggy than it would be for him.
He tried to recall the scene in the back drawing-room where she had asked him so often to have tea with her alone. The most vivid part was the end of it, after he had given his promise. Peggy had broken down and put her head on his shoulder and cried like anything. And it was at that moment that Nicky thought of "Booster," and how awful and yet how funny it would be if he walked into the room and saw him there. He had tried hard not to think what "Booster's" face would look like; he had tried hard not to laugh as long as Peggy's head was on his shoulder, for fear of hurting her feelings; but when she took it off he did give one half-strangled snort; for it really was the rummest thing that had ever happened to him.
He didn't know, and he couldn't possibly have guessed, that as soon as the door had shut on him Peggy's pa.s.sion had turned to rage and utter detestation of Nicky (for she had heard the snort); and that she had gone straight to her husband's study and put her head on _his_ shoulder, and cried, and told him a lie; and that it was Peggy's lie and not the Professor's imagination that had caused him to be sent down. And even if Peggy had not been Lord Somebody's daughter and related to all sorts of influential people she would still have been capable of turning every male head in the University. For she was a small, gentle woman with enchanting manners and the most beautiful and pathetic eyes, and she had not yet been found out. Therefore it was more likely that an undergraduate with a face like Nicky's should lose his head than that a woman with a face like Peggy's should, for no conceivable reason, tell a lie. So that, even if Nicky's word of honour had not been previously pledged to his accuser, it would have had no chance against any statement that she chose to make. And even if he had known that she had lied, he couldn't very well have given it against poor pretty Peggy who had lost her head and got frightened.
As Nicky packed up his clothes and his books he said, "I don't care if I am sent down. It would have been fifty times worse for her than it is for me."
He had no idea how bad it was, nor how much worse it was going to be.
For it ended in his going that night from his father's house to the house in St. John's Wood where Vera and Mr. Lawrence Stephen lived.
And it was there that he met Desmond.
Nicky congratulated himself on having pulled it off so well. At the same time he was a little surprised at the ease with which he had taken his father and mother in. He might have understood it if he had known that Vera had been before him, and that she had warned them long ago that this was precisely the sort of thing they would have to look out for. And as no opinion ever uttered on the subject of their children was likely to be forgotten by Frances and Anthony, when this particular disaster came they were more prepared for it than they would have believed possible.
But there were two members of his family whom Nicky had failed altogether to convince, Michael and Dorothy. Michael luckily, Nicky said to himself, was not on the spot, and his letter had no weight against the letters of the Master and the Professor, and on this also Nicky had calculated. He reckoned without Dorothy, judging it hardly likely that she would be allowed to know anything about it. n.o.body, not even Frances, was yet aware of Dorothy's importance.
And Dorothy, because of her importance, blamed herself for all that happened afterwards. If she had not had that d.a.m.ned Suffrage meeting, Rosalind would not have stayed to dinner; if Rosalind had not stayed to dinner she would not have gone with her to the tram-lines; if she had not gone with her to the tram-lines she would have been at home to stop Nicky from going to St. John's Wood. As it was, Nicky had reached the main road at the top of the lane just as Dorothy was entering it from the bottom.
At first Frances did not want Dorothy to see her father. He was most horribly upset and must not be disturbed. But Dorothy insisted. Her father had the letters, and she must see the letters.
"I may understand them better than you or Daddy," she said. "You see, Mummy, I know these Cambridge people. They're awful a.s.ses, some of them."
And though her mother doubted whether attendance at the Professor's lectures would give Dorothy much insight into the affair, she had her way. Anthony was too weak to resist her. He pushed the letters towards her without a word. He would rather she had been left out of it. And yet somehow the sight of her, coming in, so robust and undismayed and competent, gave him a sort of comfort.
Dorothy did not agree with Michael. There was more in it than the Professor's imagination. The Professor, she said, hadn't got any imagination; you could tell from the way he lectured. But she did not believe one word of the charge against her brother. Something had happened and Nicky was screening somebody.
"I'll bet you anything you like," said Dorothy, "it's 'Booster's' wife.
She's made him give his word."
Dorothy was sure that "Booster's" wife was a bad lot.
"Nicky said she was awfully decent."
"He'd _have_ to. He couldn't do it by halves."
"They couldn't have sent him down, unless they'd sifted the thing to the bottom."
"I daresay they've sifted all they could, the silly a.s.ses."