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ink you're being straight with me。 I want to join your Church and I'm going to join your Church； but you're holding too much back。〃 I asked what he meant； and he said： 〃I've had a long talk with a Catholic … a very pious well…educated one and I've learned a thing or two。 For instance； that you have to sleep with your feet pointing East because that's the direction of heaven； and if you die in the night you can walk there。 Now I'll sleep with my feet pointing any way that suits Julia； but d'you expect a grown man to believe about walking to heaven？ And what about the Pope who made one of his horses a Cardinal？ And what about the box you keep in the church porch； and if you put in a pound note with someone's name on it； they get sent to hell。 I don't say there mayn't be a good reason for all this；〃 he said； 〃but you ought to tell me about it and not let me find out for myself。〃'
'What can the poor man have meant？' said Lady Marchmain。
'You see he's a long way from the Church yet；' said Father Mowbray。
'But who can he have been talking to？ Did he dream it all？ Cordelia； what's the matter？'
'What a chump！ Oh； mummy； what a glorious chump！'
'Cordelia； it was you。'
'Oh； mummy； who could have dreamed he'd swallow it？ I told him such a lot besides。 About the sacred monkeys in the Vatican … all kinds of things。'
'Well； you've very considerably increased my work；' said Father Mowbray。
'Poor Rex；' said Lady Marchmain。 'You know； I think it makes him rather lovable。 You must treat him like an idiot child； Father Mowbray。'
So the instruction was continued； and Father Mowbray at length consented to receive Rex a week before his wedding。
'You'd think they'd be all over themselves to have me in；' Rex plained。 'I can be a lot of help to them one way and another； instead they're like the chaps who issue； cards for a casino。 What's more；' he added； 'Cordelia's got me so muddled I don't know what's in the catechism and what she's invented。' Thus things stood three weeks before the wedding； the cards had gone out； presents were ing in fast； the bridesmaids were delighted with their dresses。 Then came what Julia called 'Bridey's bombshell'。
With characteristic ruthlessness he tossed his load of explosive without warning into what； till then； had been a happy family party。 The library at Marchmain House was being devoted to wedding presents； Lady Marchmain； Julia； Cordelia； and Rex were busy unpacking and listing them。 Brideshead came in and watched them for a moment。
'Chinky vases from Aunt Betty；' said Cordelia。 'Old stuff。 I remember them on the stairs at Buckborne。'
'What's all this？' asked Brideshead。
'Mr； Mrs； and Miss Pendle…Garthwaite； one early morning tea set。 Goode's； thirty shillings； jolly mean。'
'You'd better pack all that stuff up again。'
'Bridey； what do you mean？'
'Only that the wedding's off。'
'Bridey'
'I thought I'd better make some inquiries about my prospective brother…in…law； as no one else seemed interested；' said Brideshead。 'I got the final answer tonight。 He was married in Montreal in 1915 to a Miss Sarah Evangeline Cutler； who is still living there。'
'Rex； is this true？'
Rex stood with a jade dragon in his hand looking at it critically； then he set it carefully on its ebony stand and smiled openly and innocently at them all。
'Sure it's true；' he said。 'What about it？ What are you all looking so het up about？ She isn't a thing to me。 She never meant any good。 I was only a kid； anyhow。 The sort of mistake anyone might make。 I got my divorce back in 1919。 I didn't even know where she was living till Bridey here told me。 What's all the rumpus？'
'You might have told me；' said Julia。
'You never asked。 Honest； I've not given her a thought in years。
His sincerity was so plain that they had to sit down and talk about it calmly。
'Don't you realize； you poor sweet oaf；' said Julia； 'that you can't get married as a Catholic when you've another wife alive？'
'But I haven't。 Didn't I just tell you we were divorced six years ago。'
'But you can't be divorced as a Catholic。'
'I wasn't a Catholic and I was divorced。 I've got the papers somewhere。'
'But didn't Father Mowbray explain to you about marriage？'
'He said I wasn't to be divorced from you。 Well； I don't want to be。 I can't remember all he told me … sacred monkeys； plenary indulgences； four last things … if I remembered all he told me I shouldn't have time for anything else。 Anyhow； what about your Italian cousin； Francesca？ … she married twice。'
'She had an 'annulment。'
'All right then； I'll get an annulment。 What does it cost？ Who do I get it from？ Has Father Mowbray got one？ I only want to do what's right。 Nobody told me。'
It was a long time before Rex could be convinced of the existence of a serious impediment to his marriage。 The discussion took them to dinner； lay dormant in the presence of the servants； started again as soon as they were alone； and lasted long after midnight。 Up； down； and round the argument circled and swooped like a gull； now out to sea； out of sight； cloud…bound； among irrelevances and repetitions； now right on the patch where the offal floated。
'What d'you want me to do？ Who should I see？' Rex kept asking。 'Don't tell me there isn't someone who can fix this。'
'There's nothing to do； Rex；' said Brideshead。 'It simply means your marriage can't take place。 I'm sorry from everyone's point of view that it's e so suddenly。 You ought to have told us yourself'
'Look said Rex。 'Maybe what you say is right； maybe strictly by law I shouldn't get married in your cathedral。 But the cathedral is booked； no one there is asking any questions； the Cardinal knows nothing about it； Father Mowbray knows nothing about it。 Nobody except us knows a thing。 So why make a lot of trouble？ Just stay mum and let the thing go through； as if nothing had happened。 Who loses anything by that？ Maybe I risk going to hell。 Well； I'll risk it。 What's it got to do with anyone else？'
'Why not？' said Julia。 'I don't believe these priests know everything。 I don't believe in hell for things like that。 I don't k