Meats would stand as much chance of perpetual remembrance as any, since their unholy light would surely set any heart beating with the breathless imagination of sheer wickedness.
"Yes, I have got funny eyes, haven"t I?" said Meats in complacent realization of Michael"s thoughts. And as he spoke he seemed consciously to exercise their vile charm, so that his irises kindled slowly with lambent blue flames.
"Come on, let"s have this drink," urged Meats, and he led the way to a scattered group of green tables. They sat down, and Michael ordered a lemon-squash.
"Very good drink too," commented Meats. "I think I"ll have the same, Rosie," he said to the girl who served them.
"Do you know that girl?" Michael asked.
"Used to. About three years ago. She"s gone oil though," said Meats indifferently.
Michael, to hide his astonishment at the contemptuous suggestion of damaged goods, enquired what Meats had been doing since he left the Monastery.
"Want to know?" asked Meats.
Michael a.s.sured him that he did.
"You"re rather interested in me, aren"t you? Well, I can tell you a few things and that"s a fact. I don"t suppose that there"s anybody in London who could tell you more. But you might be shocked."
"Oh, shut up!" scoffed Michael, blushing with indignation.
Then began the shameless narration of the late Brother Aloysius, whom various attainments had enabled to gain an equal profit from religion and vice. Sometimes as Michael listened to the adventures he was reminded of Benvenuto Cellini or Casanova, but almost immediately the comparison would be shattered by a sudden sanctimonious blasphemy which he found nauseating. Moreover, he disliked the sly procurer that continually leered through the man"s personality.
"You seem to have done a lot of dirty work for other people," Michael bluntly observed at last.
"My dear old chap," replied Meats, "of course I have. You see, in this world there are lots of people who can always square their own consciences, if the worst of what they want to do is done for them behind the scenes as it were. You never yet heard a man confess that he ruined a girl. Now, did you? Why, I"ve heard the most shocking out-and-outers anyone could wish to meet brag that they"ve done everything, and then turn up their eyes and thank G.o.d they"ve always respected real purity. Well, I never respected anything or anybody. And why should I? I never had a chance. Who was my mother? A servant. Who was my father? A minister, a Nonconformist minister in Wales. And what did the old tyke do? Why, he took the case to court and swore my mother was out for blackmail. So she went to prison, and he came smirking home behind the village band; and all the old women in the place hung out Union Jacks to show they believed in him. And then his wife gave a party."
Michael looked horrified and felt horrified at this revelation of vileness, and yet, all the time he was listening, through some grotesquery of his nerves he was aware of thinking to himself the jingle of Little Bo-peep.
"Ah, that"s touched you up, hasn"t it?" said Meats, eagerly leaning forward. "But wait a bit. What did my mother do when she came out? Went on the streets. Do you hear? On the streets, and mark you, she was a servant, a common village servant, none of your flash Empire goods. Oh, no, she never knew what it was like to go up the river on a Sunday afternoon. And she drank. Well, of course she drank. Gin was as near as she ever got to paradise. And where was I brought up? Not among the b.u.t.tercups, my friend, you may lay on that. No, I was down underneath, underneath, underneath where a chap like you will never go because you"re a gentleman. And so, though, of course, you"re never likely to ruin a girl, you"ll always have your fun. Why shouldn"t you? Being a nicely brought-up young gentleman, it"s your birthright."
"But how on earth did you ever become a monk?" asked Michael, anxious to divert the conversation away from himself.
"Well, it does sound a bit improbable, I must say. I was recommended there by a priest--a nice chap called Arbuthnot who"d believe a chimney-sweep was a miller. But Manners was very sharp on to me, and I was very sharp on to Manners. Picking blackberries and emptying slops!
What a game! I came with a character and left without one. Probationer was what they called me. Silly mug was what I called myself."
"You seem to know a lot of priests," said Michael.
"Oh, I"ve been in with parsons since I was at Sunday-school. Well, don"t look so surprized. You don"t suppose my mother wanted me hanging round all the afternoon! Now I very soon found out that one can always get round a High Church slum parson, and very often a Catholic priest by turning over a new leaf and confessing. It gets them every time, and being by nature generous, it gets their pockets. That"s why I gave up Dissenters and fashionable Vicars. Dissenters want more than they give, and fashionable Vicars are too clever. That"s why they become fashionable Vicars, I suppose," said Meats pensively.
"But you couldn"t go on taking in even priests for ever," Michael objected.
"Ah, now I"ll tell you something. I do feel religious sometimes," Meats declared solemnly. "And I do really want to lead a new life. But it doesn"t last. It"s like love. Never mind, perhaps I"ll be lucky enough to die when I"m working off a religious stretch. I give you my word, Fane, that often in these fits I"ve felt like committing suicide just to cheat the devil. Would you believe that?"
"I don"t think you"re as bad as you make out," said Michael sententiously.
"Oh, yes, I am," smiled the other. "I"m rotten bad. But I reckon the first man I meet in h.e.l.l will be my father, and if it"s possible to hurt anyone down there more than they"re being hurt already, I"ll do it. But look here, I shall get the hump with this blooming conversation you"ve started me off on. Come along, drink up and have another, and tell us something about yourself."
"Oh, there"s nothing to tell," Michael sighed. "My existence is pretty dull after yours."
"I suppose it is," said Meats, as if struck by a new thought.
"Everything has its compensations, as they say."
"Frightfully dull," Michael vowed. "Why, here am I still at school! You know I wouldn"t half mind going down underneath, as you call it, for a while. I believe I"d like it."
"If you knew you could get up again all right," commented Meats.
"Oh, of course," Michael answered. "I don"t suppose aeneas would have cared much about going down to h.e.l.l, if he hadn"t been sure he could come up again quite safely."
"Well, I don"t know your friend with the Jewish name," said Meats. "But I"ll lay he didn"t come out much wiser than he went in if he knew he could get out all right by pressing a b.u.t.ton and taking the first lift up."
"Oh, well, I was only speaking figuratively," Michael explained.
"So was I. The same here, and many of them, old chap," retorted Meats enigmatically.
"Ah, you don"t think I"m in earnest. You think I"m fooling," Michael complained.
"Oh, yes, I think you"d like to take a peep without letting go of Nurse"s ap.r.o.n," sneered Meats.
"Well, perhaps one day you"ll see me underneath," Michael almost threatened.
"No offence, old chap," said Meats cordially. "It"s no good my giving you an address because it won"t last, but London isn"t very big, and we"ll run up against one another again, that"s a cert. Now I"ve got to toddle off and meet a girl."
"Have you?" asked Michael, and his enquiry was tinged with a faint longing that the other noticed at once.
"Jealous?" enquired Meats. "Why, look at all the girls round about you.
It"s up to you not to feel lonely."
"I know," said Michael fretfully. "But how the deuce can I tell whether they want me to talk to them?"
Meats laughed shrilly.
"What are you afraid of? Leading some innocent lamb astray?"
Again to Michael occurred the ridiculous rhyme of Bo-peep. So insistent was it that he could scarcely refrain from humming it aloud.
"Of course I"m not afraid of that," he protested. "But how am I to tell they won"t think me a brute?"
"What would it matter if they did?" asked Meats.
"Well, I should feel a fool."
"Oh, dear. You"re very young, aren"t you?"
"It"s nothing to do with being young," Michael a.s.serted. "I simply don"t want to be a cad."
"Somebody else is to be the cad first and then it"s all right, eh?"
chuckled Meats. "But it"s a shame to teaze a nice chap like you. I dare say Daisy"ll have a friend with her."