itted alone for a minute's leave…taking； then they left。
'There's nothing we can do here；' said Brideshead； 'and it's very distressing for Beryl。 We'll e back if things get worse。'
The bad spells became longer and more frequent； a nurse was engaged。 'I never saw such a room； ' she said； 'nothing like it anywhere； 'no conveniences of any sort。' She tried to have her patient moved upstairs； where there was running water； a dressing…room for herself； a 'sensible' narrow bed she could 'get round' … what she was used to … but Lord Marchmain would not budge。 Soon； as days and nights became indistinguishable to him； a second nurse was installed； the specialists came again from London； they remended a new and rather daring treatment； but his body seemed weary of all drugs and did not respond。 Presently there were no good spells； merely brief fluctuations in the speed of his decline。
Brideshead was called。 It was the Easter holidays and Beryl was busy with her children。 He came alone； and having stood silently for some minutes beside his father； who sat silently looking at him； he left the room and； joining the rest of us； who were in the library； said； 'Papa must see a priest。'
It was not the first time the topic had e up。 In the early days； when Lord Marchmain first arrived； the parish priest since the chapel was shut there was a new church and presbytery in Mel stead … had e to call as a matter of politeness。 Cordelia had put him off with apologies and excuses； but when he was gone she said： 'Not yet。 Papa doesn't want him yet。'
Julia； Cara； and I were there at the time； we each had something to say； began to speak； and thought better of it。 It was never mentioned between the four of us； but Julia； alone with me； said； 'Charles； I see great Church troubles ahead。'
'Can't they even let him die in peace？'
'They mean something so different by 〃peace〃。'
'It would be an outrage。 No one could have made it clearer； all his life； what he thought of religion。 They'll e now； when his mind's wandering and he hasn't the strength to resist； and claim him as a death…bed penitent。 I've had a certain； respect for their Church up till now。 If they do a thing like that I shall know that everything stupid people say about them is quite true … that it's all superstition and trickery。' Julia said nothing。 'Don't you agree？' Still Julia said nothing。 'Don't you agree？'
'I don't know； Charles。 I simply don't know。'
And； though none of us spoke of it； I felt the question ever present； growing through all the weeks of Lord Marchmain's illness； I saw it when Cordelia drove off early in the mornings to mass； I saw it as Cara took to going with her； this little cloud； the size of a man's hand； that was going to swell into a storm among us。
Now Brideshead； in his heavy； ruthless way； planted the problem down before us。
'Oh； Bridey； do you think he would？' asked Cordelia。
'I shall see that he does； ' said Brideshead。 'I shall take Father Mackay in to him tomorrow。'
Still the clouds gathered and did not break； none of us spoke。 Cara and Cordelia went back to the sick…room； Brideshead looked for a book； found one； and left us。
'Julia；' I said； 'how can we stop this tomfoolery？'
She did not answer for some time； then： 'Why should we。？'
'You know as well as I do。 It's just …just an unseemly incident。'
'Who am I to object to unseemly incidents？' she asked sadly。 'Anyway； what harm can it do？ Let's ask the doctor。'
We asked the doctor； who said： 'It's hard to say。 It might alarm him of course； on the other hand； I have known cases where it has had a wonderfully soothing effect on a patient； I've even known it act as a positive stimulant。 It certainly is usually a great fort to the relations。 Really I think it's a thing for Lord Brideshead to decide。 Mind you； there is no need for immediate anxiety。 Lord Marchmain is very weak today； tomorrow he may be quite strong again。 Is it not usual to wait a little？'
'Well； he wasn't much help；' I said to Julia； when we left him。
'Help？ I really can't quite see why you've taken it so much to heart that my father shall not have the last sacraments。'
'It's such a lot of witchcraft and hypocrisy。'
'Is it？ Anyway； it's been going on for nearly two thousand years。 I don't know why you should suddenly get in a rage now。' Her voice rose； she was swift to anger of late months。 'For Christ's sake； write to The Times； get up and make a speech in Hyde Park； start a 〃No Popery〃 riot； but don't bore me about it。 What's it got to do with you or me whether my father sees his parish priest？'
I knew these fierce moods of Julia's； such as had overtaken her at the fountain in moonlight； and dimly surmised their origin； I knew they could not be assuaged by words。 Nor could I have spoken； for the answer to her question was still unformed； the sense that the fate of more souls than one was at issue； that the snow was beginning to shift on the high slopes。
Brideshead and I breakfasted together next morning with the night…nurse； who had just e off duty。
'He's much brighter today；' she said。 'He slept very nicely for nearly three hours。 When Gaston came to shave him he was quite chatty。'
'Good；' said Brideshead。 'Cordelia went to mass。 She's driving Father Mackay back here to breakfast。'
I had met Father Mackay several times； he was a stocky； middle…aged； genial Glasgow…Irishman who； when we met； was apt to ask me such questions as； 'Would you say now； Mr Ryder； that the painter Titian was more truly artistic than the painter Raphael？' and； more disconcertingly still； to remember my answers： 'To revert； Mr Ryder； to what you said when last I had the pleasure to meet you； would it be right now to say that the painter Titian。。。' usually ending with some such reflection as： 'Ah； it's a grand resource for a man to have the talent you have； Mr Ryder； and the time to indulge it。' Cordelia could imitate him。
This morning he made a hearty breakfast； glanced at the headlines of the paper； and then said with professional briskness： 'And now； Lord Brideshead； would the poor soul be ready to see me； do you think？'
Brideshead led him out； Cordelia followed； and I was left alone among the breakfast things。 In less than a minute I heard the voices of all three outside the door。
'。。。can only apologize。'
'。。。poor soul。 Mark you； it was seeing a strange face； depend upon it； it was that … an unexpected stranger。 I well understand it。'
'。。。Father； I am sorry。。。bringing you all this way。。。'
'Don't think about it at all； Lady Cordelia。 Why； I've had bottles thrown at me in the Gorbals。。。Give him time。 I've known worse cases make beautiful deaths。 Pray for him。。。I'll e again。。。and now if you'll excuse me I'll just pay a little visit to Mrs Hawkins。 Yes； indeed； I know the way well。'
Then Cordelia and Brideshead came into the room。
'I gather the visit was not a success。'
'It was not。 Cordelia； will you drive Father Mackay home when he es down from nanny？ I'm going to telephone to Beryl and see when she needs me home。'
'Bridey； it was horrible。 What are we to do？'
'We've done everything we can at the moment。' He left the room。
Cordelia's face was grave； she took a piece of bacon from the dish； dipped it in mustard and ate it。 'Damn Bridey；' she said； 'I knew it wouldn't work。'
'What happened？'
'Would you like to know？ We walked in there in a line； Cara was reading the paper aloud to papa。 Bridey said； 〃I've brought Father Mackay to see you〃； papa said； 〃Father Mackay； I am afraid you have been brought here under a misapprehension。 I am not in extremis； and I have not been a practising member of your Church for twenty…five years。 Brideshead； show Father Mackay the way out。〃 Then we all turned about and walked away； and I heard Cara start reading the paper again； and that； Charles； was that。'
I carried the news to Julia； who lay with her bed…table amid a litter of newspapers and envelopes。 'Mumbo…jumbo is off；' I said。 'The witch…doctor has gone。'
'Poor papa。'
'It's great sucks to Bridey。'
I felt triumphant。 I had been right； everyone else had been wrong； trut