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nd really she deserved it after all she had been through。 As for Julia and me; that was an old story。 'To put it crudely;' said my cousin Jasper; as though he had ever in his life put anything otherwise: 'I don't see why you bother to marry。'
    Summer passed; delirious crowds cheered Neville Chamberlain's return from Munich; Rex made a rabid speech in the House of mons which sealed his fate one way or the other; sealed it; as is sometimes done with naval orders; to be opened later at sea。 Julia's family lawyers; whose black; tin boxes; painted 'Marquis of Marchmain'; seemed to fill a room; began the slow process of her divorce; my own; brisker firm; two doors down; were weeks ahead with my affairs。 It was necessary for Rex and Julia to separate formally; and since; for the time being; Brideshead was still her home; she remained there and Rex removed his trunks and valet to their house in London。 Evidence was taken against Julia and me in my flat。 A date was fixed for Brideshead's wedding; early in the Christmas holidays; so that his future step…children might take part。
    One afternoon in November Julia and I stood at a window in the drawing…room watching the wind at work stripping the lime trees; sweeping down the yellow leaves; sweeping them up and round and along the terrace and lawns; trailing them through puddles and over the wet grass; pasting them on walls and window…panes; leaving them at length in sodden piles against the stonework。
    'We shan't see them in spring;' said Julia; 'perhaps never again。'
    'Once before;' I said; 'I went away; thinking I should never return。'
    'Perhaps years later; to what's left of it; with what's left of us。。。'
    A door opened and shut in the darkling room behind us。 Wilcox approached through the firelight into the dusk about the long windows。
    'A telephone message; my Lady; from Lady Cordelia。'
    'Lady Cordelia! …Where was she?'
    'In London; my Lady。'
    'Wilcox; how lovely! Is she ing home?'
    'She was just starting for the station。 She will be here after dinner。'
    'I haven't seen her for twelve years;' I said … not since the evening when we dined together and she spoke of being a nun; the evening when I painted the drawing…room at Marchmain House。 'She was an enchanting child。'
    'She's had an odd life。 First; the convent; then; when that was no good; the war in Spain。 I've not seen her since then。 The other girls; who went with the ambulance came back when the war was over; she stayed on; getting people back to their homes; helping in the prison…camps。 An odd girl。 She's grown up quite plain; you know。'
    'Does she know about us?'
    'Yes; she wrote me a sweet letter。'
    It hurt to think of Cordelia growing up 'quite plain'; to think of all that burning love spending itself on serum…injections and delousing powder。 When she arrived; tired from her journey; rather shabby; moving in the manner of one who has no interest in pleasing; I thought her an ugly woman。 It was odd; I thought; how the same ingredients; differently dispensed; could produce Brideshead; Sebastian; Julia; and her。 She was unmistakably their sister; without any of Julia's or Sebastian's grace; without Brideshead's gravity。 She seemed brisk and matter…of…fact; steeped in the atmosphere of camp and dressing…station; so accustomed to gross suffering as to lose the finer shades of pleasure。 She looked more than her twenty…six years; hard living had roughened her; constant intercourse in a foreign tongue had worn away the nuances of speech; she straddled a little as she sat by the fire; and when she said; 'It's wonderful to be home;' it sounded to my ears like the grunt of an animal returning to its basket。
    Those were the impressions of the first half hour; sharpened by the contrast with Julia's white skin and silk and jewelled hair and with my memories of her as a child。
    'My job's over in Spain;' she said; 'the authorities were very polite; thanked me for all I'd done; gave me a medal; and sent me packing。 It ' looks as though there'll be plenty of the same sort of work over here soon。'
    Then she said: 'Is it too late to see nanny?'
    'No; she sits up to all hours with her wireless。'
    We went up; all three together; to the old nursery。 Julia and I always spent part …of our day there。 Nanny Hawkins and my father were two people who seemed impervious to change; neither an hour older than when I first knew them。 A wireless set had now been added to Nanny Hawkins' small …assembly of pleasures … the rosary; the Peerage with its neat brown…paper wrapping protecting the red and gold covers; the photographs; and holiday souvenirs … on her table。 When we broke it to her that Julia and I were to be married; she said: 'Well; dear; I hope it's all for the best;' for it was not part of her religion to question the propriety of Julia's actions。
    Brideshead had never been a favourite with her; she greeted the news of his engagement with: 'He's certainly taken long enough to make up his mind;' and; when the search through Debrett afforded no information about Mrs Muspratt's connections: 'She's caught him; I daresay。'
    We found her; as always in the evening; at the fireside with her teapot; and the wool rug she was making。
    'I knew you'd be up;' she said。 'Mr Wilcox sent to tell me you were ing。'
    'I brought you some lace。'
    'Well; dear; that is nice。 Just like her poor Ladyship used to wear at mass。 Though why they made it black I never did understand; seeing lace is white naturally。 That is very wele; I'm sure。'
    'May I turn off the wireless; nanny?'
    'Why; of course; I didn't notice it was on; in the pleasure of' seeing you。 What have you done to your hair?'
    'I know it's terrible。 I must get all that put right now I'm back。 Darling nanny。'
    As we sat there talking; and I saw Cordelia's fond eyes on all of us; I began to realize that she; too; had a beauty of her own。
    'I saw Sebastian last month。'
    'What a time he's been gone! Was he quite well?'
    'Not very。 That's why I went。 It's quite near you know from Spain to Tunis。 He's with the monks there。'
    'I hope they look… after him properly。 I expect they find him a
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