"You don"t know what Pollaporra"s like. Everything is bound to be totally run down."
"With your Cuddy in charge all these years, and with nothing else to do with herself? At least, you say not."
I had seen on my previous visit that this argument might be sound, as far as it went.
"You can"t possibly take on all the work."
"We"ll have Aline with us. I had intended that."
By now, I had seen for myself also that Aline was indeed most competent and industrious. It would have been impossible to argue further: Clarissa was my wife and had a right both to accompany me and to take someone with her to help with the ch.o.r.es. If I were to predecease her, she would have a life interest in the property. Moreover, Clarissa alone could manage very well for us when she applied herself. I had learned that too. There were no sensible, practical objections whatever.
"Aline will be a help with the driving as well," added Clarissa.
There again, I had seen for myself how excellent a driver little Aline could be. She belongs to just the sort of quiet person who in practice drives most effectively on the roads of today.
"So write at once and say we"re arriving," said Clarissa.
"I"m not sure there"s anyone to write to," I replied. "That"s the point."
I had, of course, a set of keys. For whatever reason, I did not incline to giving Mason advance notice of my second coming, and in such altered circ.u.mstances.
"I"m not sure how Aline will get on with the Highlanders," I remarked. There are, of course, all those stories in Scotland about the intrusion of huge black men, and sometimes, I fancy, of black females. They figure in folklore everywhere.
"She"ll wind each of them three times round each of her fingers," replied Clarissa. "But you told me there were no Highlanders at Pollaporra."
Clarissa, when triumphing, looks like Juno, or Diana, or even Minerva.
Aline entered to the tinkling of a little bell. It is a pretty little bell, which I bought for Clarissa in Sfax; her earlier little bell having dropped its clapper. When Aline entered in her quiet way, Clarissa kissed her, as she does every morning upon first sighting Aline.
"We"re all three going into the wilderness together," said Clarissa. "Probably on Friday."
Friday was the day after tomorrow. I really could not leave the business for possibly a week at such short notice. There was some tension because of that, but it could not be helped.
When we did reach Pollaporra, the weather was hotter than ever, though there had been several thunderstorms in London. Aline was in her element. Clarissa had stocked up the large car with food in immense quant.i.ty. When we pa.s.sed through an outlying area of Glasgow, she distributed two pounds of sweets to children playing in the roads of a council estate. The sweets were melting in their papers as she threw them. The tiny fingers locked together.
When we reached the small kirkyard, Clarissa, who was driving us along the rough road from Arrafergus, categorically refused to stop.
"We"re here to drive the bogies out," she said, "not to let them in."
Clarissa also refused to leave the car at the bottom of the final slope, as Perry Jesperson had done. My friend Jesperson was now a Labour M.P. like his father, and already a Joint Parliamentary Secretary, and much else, vaguely lucrative and responsible. Clarissa took the car up the very steep incline as if it had been a lift at the seaside.
She stood looking at and beyond the low grey house. "Is that the sea?" she asked, pointing.
"It"s the sea loch," I replied. "A long inlet, like a fjord."
"It"s a lovely place," said Clarissa.
I was surprised, but, I suppose, pleased.
"I thought we might cut the house up into lodges for the shooting and fishing," said Clarissa. "But now I don"t want to."
"The Trustees would never have agreed," I pointed out. "They have no power to agree."
"Doesn"t matter. I want to come here often. Let"s take a photograph."
So, before we started to unpack the car, Clarissa took one of Aline and me; and, at her suggestion, I took one of Aline and her. Aline did not rise to the shoulders of either of us.
Within the house, the slight clamminess of my previous visit had been replaced by a curiously tense airlessness. I had used my key to admit us, but I had not been certain as to whether or not Cuddy was already gone, and Clarissa and I went from room to room shouting for her, Clarissa more loudly than I. Aline remained among the waders and antlers of the entrance hall, far from home, and thinking her own thoughts. There was no reply anywhere. I went to the door of what I knew to be Cuddy"s own room, and quietly tapped. When there was no reply there either, I gently tried the handle. I thought the door might be locked, but it was not. Inside was a small unoccupied bedroom. The fittings were very spare. There were a number of small framed statements on the walls, such as I bow before Thee, and Naught but Surrender, and Who knows All without a mark of interrogation. Clarissa was still calling from room to room. I did not care to call back but went after her on half-tiptoe.
I thought we could conclude we were alone. Cuddy must have departed some time ago.
Dust was settling everywhere, even in that remote spot. The sunlight made it look like encroaching fur. Clarissa seemed undeterred and undaunted.
"It"s a lost world and I"m queen," she said.
It is true that old grey waders, and wicker fish baskets with many of the withies broken, and expensive guns for stalking lined up in racks, are unequalled for suggesting loss, past, present, and to come. Even the pictures were all of death and yesterday stags exaggeratedly virile before the crack shot; feathers abnormally bright before the battue; men and ancestors in bonnets before, behind, and around the ornamentally piled carcases, with the lion of Scotland flag stuck in the summit. When we reached the hall, I noticed that Aline was shuddering in the sunlight. I myself had never been in the house before without Cuddy. In practice, she had been responsible for everything that happened there. Now I was responsible and for as long as I remained alive.
"We"ll paint everything white and we"ll put in a swimming pool," cried Clarissa joyously. "Aline can have the room in the tower."
"I didn"t know there was a tower," I said.
"Almost a tower," said Clarissa.
"Is there anything in the room?" I asked.
"Only those things on heads. They"re all over the walls and floor."
At that, Aline actually gave a little cry. Perhaps she was thinking of things on walls and floors in Africa.
"It"s all right," said Clarissa, going over to her. "We"ll throw them all away. I promise. I never ask you to do anything I don"t do myself, or wouldn"t do."
But, whatever might be wrong, Aline was uncomforted. "Look!" she cried, and pointed out through one of the hall windows, all of them obstructed by stuffed birds in gla.s.s domes, huge and dusty.
"What have you seen this time?" asked Clarissa, as if speaking to a loved though exhausting child.
At that moment, it came to me that Clarissa regularly treated Aline as my mother had treated me.
Aline"s hand fell slowly to her side, and her head began to droop.
"It"s only the car," said Clarissa. "Our car. You"ve been driving it yourself."
I had stepped swiftly but quietly behind the two of them. I admit that I too could see nothing but the car, and, of course, the whole of Scotland.
I seldom spoke directly to Aline, but now was the moment.
"What was it?" I asked, as sympathetically as I could manage. "What did you see?"
But Aline had begun to weep, as by now I had observed that she often did. She wept without noise or any special movement. The tears just flowed like thawing snow; as they do in nature, though less often on "Change.
"It was nothing," said Clarissa. "Aline often sees nothing, don"t you, Aline?" She produced her own handkerchief, and began to dry Aline"s face, and to hug her tightly.
The handkerchief was from an enormous casket of objects given us as a wedding present by Clarissa"s grandmother (on the mother"s side), who was an invalid, living in Dominica. Clarissa"s grandfather had been shot dead years before by thieves he had interrupted.
"Now," said Clarissa after a few moments of tender rea.s.surance. "Smile, please. That"s better. We"re going to be happy here, one and all. Remember. Happy."
I suppose I was reasonably eager, but I found it difficult to see how she was going to manage it. It was not, as I must in justice to her make clear, that normally I was unhappy with Clarissa. She was too beautiful and original for that to be the word at any time. The immediate trouble was just Pollaporra itself: the most burdensome and most futile of houses, so futile as to be sinister, even apart from its a.s.sociations, where I was concerned. I could not imagine any effective brightening; not even by means of maquillage and disguise: a pool, a discotheque, a sauna, a black-jack suite. To me Pollaporra was a millstone I could never throw away. I could not believe that modern tenants would ever stop there for long, or in the end show us a profit. For all the keep nets and carcase sleighs in every room, I doubted whether the accessible sport was good enough to be marketed at all in contemporary terms. Nor had I started out with Clarissa in order that we should settle down in the place ourselves. When I can get away from work, I want somewhere recuperative. About Pollaporra, I asked the question all married couples ask when detached from duties and tasks: what should we do all day? There was nothing.
"I have never felt so free and blithe," said Clarissa later that evening, exaggerating characteristically but charmingly. She was playing the major part in preparing a quite elaborate dinner for us out of tins and packets. In the flat, Aline had normally eaten in her own pretty sitting room, but here she would be eating with us. Clarissa would be tying a lace napkin round her neck, and heaping her plate with first choices, and handing her date after date on a spike. Employees are supposed to be happier when treated in that way, though few people think it is true, and few employees.
"We"ll flatten the roof and have li-los," said Clarissa, while Aline munched with both eyes on her plate, and I confined myself to wary nibblings round the fringe of Rognons Turbigo, canned but reinvigorated. The plates at Pollaporra depicted famous Scots, such as Sawney Bean and Robert Knox, who employed Burke and Hare, the body-s.n.a.t.c.hers. Mr. Justice Leith, who despised the criminal law, had never been above such likenesses, as we know; not had he been the only sporting jurist in the family, very far from it.
"I think to do that we"d have to rebuild the house," I remarked.
"Do try not to make difficulties the whole time. Let yourself go, Brod.i.c.k."
It is seldom a good idea, according to my experience, and especially not in Scotland, but of course I could see what Clarissa meant. There was no reason why we should not make of the trip as much of a holiday as was possible. It would be a perfectly sensible thing to do. If Clarissa was capable of fun at Pollaporra, I was the last person with a right to stand in her way.
"We might build a gazebo," I said, though I could feel my heart sinking as I spoke.
Aline, with her mouth full of prunes (that day), turned her head towards me. She did not know what a gazebo was.
"A sort of summerhouse," explained Clarissa. "With cushions and views. It would be lovely. So many things to look at."
I had never known Clarissa so simple-minded before; in the nicest sense, of course. I realised that this might be a Clarissa more real than the other one. I might have to consider where I myself stood about that. On the other hand, Pollaporra, instead of bringing out at long last the real woman, might be acting upon her by contraries, and have engaged the perversity in her, and to no ultimately constructive end. I had certainly heard of that too, and in my time seen it in action among friends.
"I don"t want to look," said Aline, expelling prune stones into spoons.
"You will by tomorrow. You"ll feel quite different. We"re going to drive all the banshees far, far away."
I am sure that Aline did not know what a banshee was either, but Clarissa"s general meaning was clear, and the word has an African, self-speaking sound in itself, when one comes to think about it. Words for things like that are frightening in themselves the world over.
Only Clarissa, who believed in nothing she could not see or imagine, was utterly undisturbed. I am sure that must have played its part in the row we had in our room that night.
There were small single rooms, of course, several of them. There were also low dormitories for body servants and sporting auxiliaries. All the rooms for two people had Scottish double beds. Clarissa and I had to labour away in silence making such a bed with sheets she had brought with us. Blankets we should have had to find in drawers and to take on trust, but on such a night they were unnecessary. Aline, when not with Clarissa, always slept in a striped bag, which that night must have been far too hot. Everything, everywhere, was far too hot. That contributed too, as it always does. Look at Latin America!
I admit that throughout the evening I had failed to respond very affirmatively to Clarissa"s sequence of suggestions for livening up the property and also (she claimed) increasing its market value; which, indeed, cannot, as things were and are, be high. I could see for myself how I was leading her first into despondency, then into irritation. I can see that only too well now. I was dismayed by what was happening, but there was so little I could conscientiously offer in the way of encouragement. All I wished to do with Pollaporra was patch up some arrangement to meet my minimum obligations as a life tenant, and then, if possible, never set eyes upon the place again. One reason why I was cast down was the difficulty of achieving even a programme as basic as that. I daresay that Clarissa"s wild ideas would actually be simpler to accomplish, and conceivably cheaper also in the end. But there is something more than reason that casts me down at Pollaporra. Shall I say that the house brings into consciousness the conflict between my heraditament and my ident.i.ty? Scotland herself is a land I do well to avoid. Many of us have large areas of danger which others find merely delightful.
There was no open row until Clarissa and I went upstairs. One reason was that after doing the washing-up, Aline had come into the sitting room, without a word, to join us. I was not surprised that she had no wish to be alone; nor that she proved reluctant to play a game named Contango, of which Clarissa was very fond, and which went back to her days with Jack, even though Jack had always won, sometimes while glancing through business papers simultaneously, as I had observed for myself. Both Clarissa and Aline were wearing tartan trousers, though not the same tartan. I had always been told by Cuddy that there was no Leith tartan. I have never sought further to know whether or not that is true.
As soon as we were in bed, Clarissa lay on her front, impressing the pillow with moisture from her brow, and quietly set about me; ranging far beyond the possibilities and deficiencies of Pollaporra. Any man any modern man would have some idea of what was said. Do the details matter? I offered no argument. At Pollaporra, I spoke as little as I could. What can argument achieve anywhere? It might have been a moment for me to establish at least temporary dominance by one means or another, but Pollaporra prevented, even if I am the man to do it at any time. I tried to remember Shulie, but of course the circ.u.mstances left her entirely unreal to me, together with everything else.
And, in the morning, things were no better. I do not know how much either of us had managed to sleep. For better or worse, we had fallen silent in the heat long ago. In the end, I heard the seabirds screaming and yelling at the dawn.
Clarissa put on a few garments while I lay silent on the bed and then told me that as there was nothing she could do in the house, she was departing at once.
"I should leave Aline behind, but I need her."
"I quite understand," I said. "I advised you against coming in the first place. I shall go over to see Mason and try to arrange with him for a caretaker. It won"t take more than a day or two."
"You"ll first need to change the place completely. You are weak and pigheaded."
"They sometimes see things differently in Scotland. I shall come down as soon as I can." I might have to hire a car to some station, because I did not think Mason owned one, or anyone else in his small community. That was a trifle; comparatively.
"No hurry. I shall use the time deciding what to do for the best." She was combing her ma.s.s of hair, lovely as Ceres" sheaf. The comb, given her by the Aga Khan, was made of ebony. The air smelled of hot salt.
I suppose I should have begged her pardon for Pollaporra and myself, and gone back to London with her, or to anywhere else. I did not really think of it. Pollaporra had to be settled, if at all possible. I might never be back there.
In a few moments, Clarissa and I were together in the hall, the one high room, and I saw Aline silently standing by the outer door, as if she had stood all night; and the door was slightly open. Aline was in different trousers, and so was Clarissa.
"I can"t be bothered to pack up the food. You"re welcome to all of it."
"Don"t go without breakfast," I said. "The lumpy roads will make you sick."
"Breakfast would make me sick," said Clarissa.
Clarissa carried very few clothes about. All she had with her was in the aircraft holdall she clutched. I do not know about Aline. She must have had something. I cannot remember.
"I don"t know when we"ll meet again," said Clarissa.
"In two or three days," I said. "Four at the most." Since I had decided to remain, I had to seem calm.
"I may go and stay with Naomi. I want to think things out."
She was wearing the lightest of blouses, little more than a mist. She was exquisite beyond description. Suddenly, I noticed that tears were again streaming silently down Aline"s face.
"Or I may go somewhere else," said Clarissa, and walked out, with her slight but distinctive wobble.
Instead of immediately following her, as she always did, Aline actually took two steps in my direction. She looked up at me, like a rococo cherub. Since I could not kiss Clarissa, I lightly kissed Aline"s wet lips, and she kissed me.
I turned my back in order not to see the car actually depart, though nothing could prevent my hearing it. What had the row been really about? I could surmise and guess, but I did not know. I much doubted whether Clarissa knew. One could only be certain that she would explain herself, as it were to a third party, in a totally different way from me. We might just as well belong to different zoological species, as in the Ray Bradbury story. The row was probably a matter only of Clarissa being a woman and I a man. Most of all, rows between the s.e.xes have no more precise origin; and, indirectly, many other rows also.
I think I stood for some time with my back to the open door and my face to the picture of an old gillie in a tam, with dead animals almost to his knees. It had been given us by the Shepstones. It was named Coronach in Ruskinian letters, grimly misapplied. Ultimately, I turned and through the open door saw what Aline may have seen. The auld carlin was advancing across the drive with a view to entering.
Drive, I have to call it. It was a large area of discoloured nothingness upon which cars stood, and before them horses, but little grew, despite the lack of weeding. Needless to say, the woman was not approaching straightforwardly. Previously, I had seen her only when she had been confined to the limits of a staircase, albeit a wide one, a landing, and, later, a lift. If now she had been coming straight at me, I might have had a split second to see her face. I realised that, quite clearly, upon the instant.
I bounded forward. I slammed the door. The big key was difficult to turn in the big lock, so I shot the four rusty bolts first. Absurdly, there was a "chain" also and, after I had coped with the stiff lock, I "put it on."
Then I tore round the house shooting other bolts; making sure that all other locks were secure; shutting every possible window and aperture, on that already very hot early morning.
It is amazing how much food Clarissa laid in. She was, or is, always open-handed. I am sure that I have made that clear. Nor of course does one need so much food or at least want so much in this intense heat. Nor as yet has the well run dry. Cuddy refused to show me the well, saying the key was lost. I have still not seen either thing.
There is little else to do but write this clear explanation of everything that has happened to me since the misfortune of birth. He that has fared better, and without deceiving himself, let him utter his jacka.s.s cry.