“Well Brenda has. There isn't really room for two … we tried it once and it wasn't a success.”
“What's she doing tonight?”
“Out somewhere. I didn't let her know I was coming … silly not to, but you see I got fed up with being alone at Hetton and thought I'd like to see Brenda so I came up suddenly on the spur of the moment, just like that. Damned silly thing to do. Might have known she'd be going out somewhere … she's very high principled about chucking … so there it is. She's going to ring me up here later, if she can get away.”
They drank a lot. Tony did most of the talking. “Extraordinary idea of hers, taking up economics,” he said. “I never thought it would last but she seems really keen on it … I suppose it's a good plan. You know there wasn't really much for her to do all the time at Hetton. Of course she'd rather die than admit it, but I believe she got a bit bored there sometimes. I've been thinking it over and that's the conclusion I came to. Brenda must have been bored … Daresay she'll get bored with economics some time … Anyway she seems cheerful enough now. We've had parties every week-end lately … I wish you'd come down sometimes, Jock. I don't seem to get on with Brenda's new friends.”
“People from the school of economics?”
“No, but ones I don't know. I believe I bore them. Thinking it over that's the conclusion I've come to. I bore them. They talk about me as `the old boy.' John heard them.”
“Well, that's friendly enough.”
“Yes, that's friendly.”
They finished the Burgundy and drank some port. Presently Tony said, “I say, come next week-end, will you?”
“I think I'd love to.”
“Wish you would. I don't see many old friends … Sure to be lots of people in the house, but you won't mind that will you? … sociable chap, Jock … doesn't mind people about. I mind it like hell.” They drank some more port. Tony said, “Not enough bathrooms, you know … but of course you know. You've been there before, often. Not like the new friends who think me a bore. You don't think I'm a bore, do you?”
“No, old boy.”
“Not even when I'm tight, like this? … There would have been bathrooms. I had the plans out. Four new ones. A chap down there made the plans … but then Brenda wanted the flat so I had to postpone them as an economy … I say, that's funny. We had to economize because of Brenda's economics.”
“Yes, that's funny. Let's have some port.”
Tony said, “You seem pretty low tonight.”
“I am rather. Worried about the Pig Scheme. Constituents keep writing.”
“I felt low, bloody low, but I'm all right again now. The best thing is to get tight. That's what I did and I don't feel low any more … discouraging to come to London and find you're not wanted. Funny thing, you feel low because your girl's chucked, and I feel low because mine won't chuck.”
“Yes, that's funny.”
“But you know I've felt low for weeks now … bloody low … how about some brandy?”
“Yes, why not? After all there are other things in life besides women and pigs.”
They had some brandy and after a time Jock began to cheer up.
Presently a page came to their table to say, “A message from Lady Brenda, sir.”
“Good, I'll go and speak to her.”
“It's, not her ladyship speaking. Someone was sending a message.”
“I'll come and speak to her.”
He went to the telephone in the lobby outside. “Darling,” he said.
“Is that Mr. Last? I've got a message here, from Lady Brenda.”
“Right, put me through to her.”
“She can't speak herself, but she asked me to give you this message, that she's very sorry but she cannot join you tonight. She's very tired and has gone home to bed.”
“Tell her I want to speak to her.”'
“I can't I'm afraid, she's gone to bed. She's very tired.”
“She's very tired and she's gone to bed?”
“That's right.”
“Well, I want to speak to her.”
“Goodnight,” said the voice.
“The old boy's plastered,” said Beaver as he rang off.
“Oh dear. I feel rather awful about him. But what can he expect, coming up suddenly like this. He's got to be taught not to make surprise visits.”
“Is he often like that?”
“No, it's quite new.”
The telephone bell rang. “D'you suppose that's him again? I'd better answer it.”
“I want to speak to Lady Brenda Last.”
“Tony, darling, this is me, Brenda.”
“Some damn fool said I couldn't speak to you.”
“I left a message from where I was dining. Are you having a lovely evening?”
“Hellish. I'm with Jock. He's worried about the Pig Scheme. Shall we come around and see you?”
“No, not now, darling, I'm terribly tired and just going to bed.”
“We'll come and see you.”
“Tony, are you a tiny bit tight?”
“Stinking. Jock and I'll come and see you.”
“Tony, you're not to. D'you hear? I can't have you making a brawl. The flats are getting a bad name anyhow.”
“Their name'll be mud when Jock and I come.”
“Tony, listen, will you please not come, not tonight. Be a good boy and stay at the club. Will you please not?”
“Shan't be long.” He rang off.
“Oh God,” said Brenda. “This isn't the least like Tony. Ring up Brat's and get on to Jock. He'll have more sense.”
“That was Brenda.”
“So I gathered.”
“She's at the flat. I said that we'll go round.”
“Splendid. Haven't seen her for weeks. Very fond of Brenda.”
“So am I. Grand girl.”
“Grand girl.”
“A lady on the telephone for you, Mr. Grant-Menzies.”
“Who?”
“She didn't give a name.”
“All right. I'll come.”
Brenda said to him, “Jock, what have you been doing to my husband.”
“He's a bit tight, that's all.”
“He's roaring. Look here he threatens to come round. I simply can't face him tonight in that mood, I'm tired out. You understand, don't you?”
“Yes, I understand.”
“So, will you, please, keep him away. Are you tight too?”
“A little bit.”
“Oh dear, can I trust you?”
“I'll try.” .
“Well, it doesn't sound too good. Goodbye.” … John, you've got to go. Those hooligans may turn up at any moment. Have you got your taxi fare? You'll find some change in my bag.”
“Was that your girl?”
“Yes.”
“Made it up?”
“Not exactly.”
“Far better to make it up. Shall we have some more brandy and go round to Brenda straight away?”
“Let's have some more brandy.”
“Jock, you aren't still feeling low are you? Doesn't do to feel low. I'm not feeling low. I was, but I'm not any more.
“Then we'll have some brandy and then go to Brenda's.”
“All right.”
Half an hour later they got into Jock's car. “Tell' you what, I shouldn't drive if I were you.”
“Not drive?”
“No, I shouldn't drive. They'd say you were drunk.”
“Who would?”
“Anyone you ran over. They'd say you were drunk.”
“Well, so I am.”
“Then I shouldn't drive.”
“Too far to walk.”
“We'll take a taxi.”
“Oh hell, I can drive.”
“Or let's not go to Brenda's at all.”
“We'd better go to Brenda's” said Jock. “She's expecting us.”