Lesson 3

& Chapter Five: MR. AND MRS. CAYMAN

On arriving back at the Vicarage about half an hour later, Bobby found that his connection with the death of Alex Pritchard was not yet quite over. He was informed that Mr. and Mrs. Cayman had called to see him and were in the study with his father. Bobby made his way there and found his father gravely making suitable conversation without, apparently, much enjoying his task.

" Ah! " he said with some slight relief. " Here is Bobby."

Mr. Cayman rose and advanced toward the young plan with outstretched hand. Mr. Cayman was a big florid man with a would-be* hearty manner and a cold and somewhat shifty eye that rather belied the manner. As for Mrs. Cayman, though she might be considered attractive in a bold, coarse fashion, she had little now in common with that early photograph of herself, and no trace of that wistful expression remained. In fact, Bobby reflected, if she had not recognized her own photograph it seemed doubtful if anyone else would have done so.

" I came down with the wife, " said Mr. Cayman, enclosing Bobby's hand in a firm and painful grip. " Had to stand by, you know. Amelia's naturally upset."

Mrs. Cayman sniffed.

" We came round to see you, " continued Mr. Cayman. " You see, my poor wife's brother died, practically speaking, in your arms. Naturally, she wanted to know all you could tell her of his last moments."

" Absolutely, " said Bobby unhappily. " Oh, absolutely." He grinned nervously and was immediately aware of his father's sigh — a sigh of Christian resignation.

" Poor Alex! " said Mrs. Cayman, dabbing her eyes. " Poor, poor Alex! "

" I know, " said Bobby. " Absolutely grim." He wriggled uncomfortably.

" You see, " said Mrs. Cayman, looking hopefully at Bobby, " if he left any last words or messages — naturally I want to know."

" Oh, rather, " said Bobby. " But as a matter of fact he didn't."

" Nothing at all? " Mrs. Cayman looked disappointed and incredulous.

Bobby felt apologetic. " No — well — as a matter of fact, nothing at all."

" It was best so, " said Mr. Cayman solemnly. " To pass away unconscious, without pain — why, you must think of it as a mercy, Amelia."

" I suppose I must, " said Mrs. Cayman. " You don't think he felt any pain? "

" I'm sure he didn't, " said Bobby.

Mrs. Cayman sighed deeply. " Well, that's something to be thankful for. Perhaps I did hope he'd left a last message, but I can see that it's best as it is. Poor Alex. Such a fine out-of-door man."

" Yes, wasn't he? " said Bobby. He recalled the bronze face, the deep-blue eyes. An attractive personality, that of Alex Pritchard, attractive even so near death. Strange that he should be the brother of Mrs. Cayman and the brother-in-law of Mr. Cayman! He had been worthy, Bobby felt, of better things.

" Well, we're very much indebted to you, I'm sure, " said Mrs. Cayman.

" Oh, that's all right, " said Bobby. " I mean — well, I couldn't do anything else — I mean —" He floundered hopelessly.

" We shan't forget it, " said Mr. Cayman. Bobby suffered once more that painful grip. He received a flabby hand from Mrs. Cayman. His father made further adieus. Bobby accompanied the Caymans to the front door.

" And what do you do with yourself, young man? " inquired Cayman. " Home on leave — something of that kind? "

" I spend most of my time looking for a job, " said Bobby. He paused. " I was in the Navy."

" Hard times — hard times nowadays, " said Mr. Cayman, shaking his head. " Well, I wish you luck, I'm sure."

" Thank you very much, " said Bobby politely.

He watched them down the weed-grown drive. Standing there, he fell into a brown study. Various ideas flashed chaotically through his mind, confused reflections — the photograph — that girl's face with the wide-apart eyes and the misty hair — and ten or fifteen years later Mrs. Cayman with her heavy make-up, her plucked eyebrows, those wide-apart eyes sunk in between folds of flesh till they looked like pig's eyes, and her violent henna-tinted hair. All traces of youth and innocence had vanished. The pity of things! * It all came perhaps of marrying a hearty bounder like Mr. Cayman. If she had married someone else she might possibly have grown older gracefully. A touch of gray in her hair, eyes still wide apart looking out from a smooth pale face. But perhaps anyway — Bobby sighed and shook his head. " That's the worst of marriage, " he said gloomily.

" What did you say? "

Bobby awoke from meditation to become aware of Frankie, whose approach he had not heard.

" Hullo, " he said.

" Hullo. Why marriage? And whose? "

" I was making a reflection of a general nature, " said Bobby.

" Namely—"

" On the devastating effects of marriage."

" Who is devastated? "

Bobby explained. He found Frankie unsympathetic.

" Nonsense. The woman's exactly like her photograph."

" When did you see her? Were you at the inquest, Frankie? "

" Of course I was at the inquest. What do you think? There's little enough to do down here. An inquest is a perfect godsend. I'd never been to one before. I was thrilled to the teeth. Of course, it would have been better if it had been a mysterious poisoning case with analysts' reports and all that sort of thing — but one mustn't be too exacting when these simple pleasures come one's way. I hoped up to the end for a suspicion of foul play, but it all seemed most regrettably straightforward."

" What bloodthirsty instincts you have, Frankie."

" I know. It's probably atavism — however do you pronounce it? — I've never been sure. Don't you think so? I'm sure I'm atavistic. My nickname at school was Monkey Face."

" Do monkeys like murder? " queried Bobby.

" You sound like a correspondence in a Sunday paper, " said Frankie. " Our correspondents' views on this subject are solicited."

" You know, " said Bobby, reverting to the original topic, " I don't agree with you about the female Cayman. Her photograph was lovely."

" Touched up, that's all, " interrupted Frankie.

" Well, then, it was so much touched up that you wouldn't have known them for the same person."

" You're blind, " said Frankie. " The photographer had done all that the art of photography could do, but it was still a nasty bit of work"

" I absolutely disagree with you, " said Bobby coldly. " Anyway, where did you see it? "

" In the local Evening Echo"

" It probably reproduced badly."

" It seems to me you're absolutely batty, " said Frankie crossly. " Over a painted-up raddled bitch —yes, I said bitch — like the Cayman."

" Frankie, " said Bobby, " I'm surprised at you. In the Vicarage drive, too. Semi-holy ground, so to speak." *

" Well, you shouldn't have been so ridiculous."

There was a pause, then Frankie's sudden fit of temper abated.

" What is ridiculous, " she said, " is to quarrel about the damned woman. I came to suggest a round of golf. What about it? "

" Okay, Chief, " said Bobby happily.

They set off amicably together, and their conversation was of such things as slicing and pulling and how to perfect a chip shot onto the green. The recent tragedy passed quite out of mind until Bobby, holing a long putt at the eleventh to halve the hole, suddenly gave an exclamation.

" What is it? "

" Nothing. I've just remembered something."

" What? "

" Well, these people, the Caymans — they came round and asked if the fellow had said anything before he died — and I told them he hadn't."

" Well? "

" And now I've just remembered that he did."

" Not one of your brightest mornings, in fact."

" Well, you see, it wasn't the sort of thing they meant. That's why, I suppose, I didn't think of it."

" What did he say? " asked Frankie curiously.

" He said, 'Why didn't they ask Evans? '"

" What a funny thing to say. Nothing else? "

" No. He just opened his eyes and said that — quite suddenly — and then died, poor chap."

" Oh, well, " said Frankie, turning it over in her mind, " I don't see that you need worry. It wasn't important."

" No, of course not. Still I wish I'd just mentioned it. You see, I said he'd said nothing at all."

" Well, it amounts to the same thing, " said Frankie. " I mean it isn't like 'Tell Gladys I always loved her', or 'The will is in the walnut bureau', or any of the proper romantic Last Words there are in books."

" You don't think it's worth while writing about it to them? "

" I shouldn't bother. It couldn't be important."

" I expect you're right, " said Bobby and turned his attention with renewed vigor to the game.

But the matter did not really dismiss itself from his mind. It was a small point but it fretted him. He felt very faintly uncomfortable about it. Frankie's point of view was, he felt sure, the right and sensible one. The thing was of no importance — let it go. But his conscience continued to reproach him faintly. He had said that the dead man had said nothing. That wasn't true. It was all very trivial and silly, but he couldn't feel quite comfortable about it.

Finally that evening on an impulse he sat down and wrote to Mr. Cayman:

Dear Mr. Cayman:

I have just remembered that your brother-in-law did actually say something before he died. I think the exact words were, " Why didn't they ask Evans? " I apologize for not mentioning this this morning, bat I attached no importance to the words at the time and so, I suppose, they slipped my memory.

Yours truly, Robert Jones

On the next day but one he received a reply:

Dear Mr. Jones:

Your letter of the 6th instant to hand. Many thanks for repeating my poor brother-in-law's last words so punctiliously in spite of their trivial character. What my wife hoped was that her brother might have left her some last message. Still, thank you for being so conscientious.

Yours faithfully, Leo Cayman

Bobby felt snubbed.

@ Questions and Tasks

1. Find the sentences with the following words and expressions in the chapter.

to be thankful to smb for smth

as a matter of fact

to be worthy of

to be indebted to smb

to accompany

to be thrilled to the teeth

bloodthirsty

to amount to smth

2. Ask questions using the given expressions.

3. Give the description of Mr. and Mrs. Cayman. What impression do they produce on the reader?

4. Retell the chapter according to the plan.

1) Mr. and Mrs. Cayman’s visit to the Vicarage;

2) Bobby’s conversation with Frankie;

3) Bobby’s letter to the Caymans.

5. Translate the sentences from Russian into English using the active vocabulary from chapters 1-5.

1) Доктор опустился на колени и внимательно осмотрел пациента: проверил пульс, приподнял веки и рассмотрел зрачки (pupils), ощупал суставы.

2) Дети часто испытывают терпение своих родителей.

3) Если ты делаешь что-то по своей инициативе, делай это хорошо.

4) Я спешу в институт, не мог бы ты меня подвезти.

5) Вы не должны беспокоиться по поводу таких пустяков.

6) Эту книгу стоит прочесть.

7) Информация, которую предоставил следователь, оказалась очень ценной.

8) Как переводится на русский язык слово “bloodthirsty”?

& Chapter Six: END OF A PICNIC

On the following day Bobby received a letter of quite a different nature:

It's all fixed, old boy [wrote Badger in an illiterate scrawl which reflected no credit on the expensive public school which had educated him]. Actually got five cars yesterday for fifteen pounds the lot — an Austin, two Morrises, and a couple of Rovers* at the moment. They won't exactly go, but we can tinker them up sufficiently, I think. Dash it all, a car's a car, after all. So long as it takes the purchaser home without breaking down, that's all he can expect. I thought of opening up Monday week and, am relying on you. So don't let me down, will you, old boy? I must say old Aunt Carrie was a sport. I once broke the window of an old boy next door to her who'd been rude to her about her cats, and she never got over it. Sent me a fiver every Christmas, and now this.

We're bound to succeed. The thing's a dead cert.* I mean, a car's a car after all. You can pick 'em up for nothing. Put a lick of paint on, and that's all the ordinary fool notices. The thing will go with a bang* Now don't forget. Monday week I'm relying on you.

Yours ever, Badger

Bobby informed his father that he would be going up to town on Monday week to take up a job. The description of the job did not rouse the Vicar to anything like enthusiasm. He had, it may be pointed out, come across Badger Beadon in the past. He merely treated Bobby to a long lecture on the advisability of not making himself Liable for* anything. Since he was not an authority on financial or business matters, his advice was technically vague, but its meaning was unmistakable.

On the Wednesday of that week Bobby received another letter. It was addressed in a foreign, slanting handwriting. Its contents were somewhat surprising to the young man. It was from the firm of Henriquez & Dallo in Buenos Aires and, to put it concisely, it offered Bobby a job in the firm with a salary of a thousand a year.

For the first minute or two the young man thought he must be dreaming. A thousand a year! He reread the letter more carefully. There was mention of an ex-Naval man's being" preferred, a suggestion that Bobby's name had been put forward by someone (not named). Acceptance must be immediate, and Bobby must be prepared to start for Buenos Aires within a week.

" Well, I'm damned, " said Bobby, giving vent to his feelings in a somewhat unfortunate manner.

" Bobby! "

" Sorry, Dad. Forgot you were there."

Mr. Jones cleared his throat. " I should like to point out to you —"

Bobby felt that this process — usually a long one — must at all costs be avoided. He achieved this by a simple statement.

“Someone's offered me a thousand a year."

The Vicar remained open-mouthed, unable for the moment to his make any comment.

That's put him off his drive all right, * thought Bobby with satisfaction.

" My dear Bobby, did I understand you to say that someone has offered you a thousand a year? A thousand? "

" Holed it in one, Dad, " * said Bobby.

" It's impossible, " said the Vicar.

Bobby was not hurt by this frank incredulity. His estimate of his own monetary value differed little from that of his father. " They must be complete mutts, " he agreed heartily.

" Who — er — are these people? "

Bobby handed him the letter. The Vicar, fumbling for his pince-nez, peered at it suspiciously. Finally he read it twice.

" Most remarkable, " he said at last. " Most remarkable."

" Lunatics, " said Bobby.

" Ah, my boy, " said the Vicar, " it is, after all, a great thing" to be an Englishman. Honesty, that's what we stand for. The Navy has carried that ideal all over the world. An Englishman's word! This South American firm realizes the value of a young man whose integrity will be unshaken and of whose fidelity his employers will be assured. You can always depend on an Englishman to play the game —" *

" And keep a straight bat, " * said Bobby.

The Vicar looked at his son doubtfully. The phrase, an excellent one, had actually been on the tip of his tongue, but there was something in Bobby's tone that struck him as not quite sincere.

The young man, however, appeared to be perfectly serious.

" All the same, Dad, " he said, " why me? "

" What do you mean — why you? "

" There are a lot of Englishmen in England, " said Bobby. " Hearty fellows, full of cricketing qualities. Why pick on me? "

" Probably your late commanding officer may have recommended you."

" Yes, I suppose that's true, " said Bobby doubtfully. " It doesn't matter, anyway, since I can't take the job."

" Can't take it? My dear boy, what do you mean? "

" Well, I'm fixed up, you see. With Badger."

" Badger? Badger Beadon? Nonsense, my dear Bobby. This is serious."

" It's a bit hard, I own, " said Bobby with a sigh.

" Any childish arrangement you have made with young Beadon cannot count for a moment."

" It counts with me."

" Young Beadon is completely irresponsible. He has already, I understand, been a source of considerable trouble and expense to his parents."

" He's not had much luck. Badger's so infernally trusting."

" Luck! I should say that young man had never done a hand's turn in his life."

" Nonsense, Dad. Why, he used to get up at five in the morning to feed those beastly chickens. It wasn't his fault they all got the croup or whatever it was."

" I have never approved of this garage project. Mere folly. You must give it up."

" Can't, sir. I've promised. I can't let old Badger down. He's counting on me."

The discussion proceeded. The Vicar, biased by his views on the subject of Badger, was quite unable to regard any promise made to that young man as binding. He looked on Bobby as obstinate and determined at all costs to lead an idle life in company with one of the worst of possible companions. Bobby, on the other hand, stolidly repeated without originality that he 'couldn't let old Badger down'.

The Vicar finally left the room in anger, and Bobby then and there sat down to write to the firm of Henriquez & Dallo refusing their offer.

He sighed as he did so. He was letting a chance go here which was never likely to occur again. But he saw no alternative.

Later, on the links, he put the problem to Frankie. She listened attentively.

" You'd have had to go to South America? "

" Yes."

" Would you have liked that? "

" Yes, why not? "

Frankie sighed. " Anyway, " she said with decision, " I think you did quite right."

" About Badger, you mean? "

" Yes."

" I couldn't let the old bird down, could I? "

" No, but be careful that the old bird, as you call him, doesn't let you in."

" Oh! I shall be careful. Anyway I shall be all right. I haven't got any assets."

" That must be rather fun, " said Frankie.

" Why? "

" I don't know why. It just sounded rather nice and free and irresponsible. I suppose, though, when I come to think of it, that I haven't got many assets either. I mean, Father gives me an allowance, and I've got lots of houses to live in and clothes and maids and some hideous family jewels and a good deal of credit at shops — but that's all the family, really. It's not me."

" No, but all the same —" Bobby paused.

" Oh, it's quite different, I know."

" Yes, " said Bobby. " It's quite different." He felt suddenly very depressed.

They walked in silence to the next tee.

" I'm going up to town tomorrow, " said Frankie as Bobby teed up his ball.

" Tomorrow. Oh — and I was going to suggest you should come for a picnic."

" I'd have liked to. However, it's arranged. You see, Father's got the gout again."

" You ought to stay and minister to him, " said Bobby.

" He doesn't like being ministered to. It annoys him frightfully. He likes the second footman best. He's sympathetic and doesn't mind having things thrown at him and being called a damned fool."

Bobby topped his drive and it trickled into the bunker.

" Hard lines, " said Frankie and drove a nice straight ball that sailed over it.

" By the way, " she remarked, " we might do something together in London. You'll be up soon? "

" On Monday. But — well — It's no good, is it? "

" What do you mean — no good? "

" Well, I mean I shall be working as a mechanic most of the time. I mean —"

" Even then, " said Frankie, " I suppose you're just as capable of coming to a cocktail party and getting tight as any other of my friends."

Bobby merely shook his head.

" I'll give a beer-and-sausage party if you prefer it, " said Frankie encouragingly.

" Oh, look here, Frankie, what's the good? I mean, you can't mix your crowds. Your crowd's a different crowd from mine."

" I assure you, " said Frankie, " that my crowd is a very mixed one."

" You're pretending" not to understand."

" You can bring Badger if you like. There's friendship for you."

" You've got some sort of prejudice against Badger."

" I dare say it's his stammer. People who stammer always make me stammer, too."

" Look here, Frankie, it's no good and you know it isn't. It's all right down here. There's not much to do and I suppose I'm better than nothing. I mean, you're always awfully decent to me and all that, and I'm grateful. But I know I'm just nobody — I mean —"

" When you've quite finished expressing your inferiority complex, " said Frankie coldly, " perhaps you'll try getting out of the bunker with a niblick instead of a putter."

" Have I — oh, damn! " He replaced the putter in his bag and took out the niblick. Frankie watched with malicious satisfaction as he hacked at the ball five times in succession. Clouds of sand rose round them.

" Your hole, " said Bobby, picking up the ball.

" I think it is, " said Frankie. " And that gives me the match." *

" Shall we play the bye? " *

" No. I don't think so. I've got a lot to do."

" Of course, I suppose you have."

They walked together in silence to the clubhouse.

" Well, " said Frankie, holding out her hand. " Good-by, my dear. It's been too marvelous to have you to make use of while I've been down here. See something of you again, perhaps, when I've nothing better to do."

" Look here, Frankie —"

" Perhaps you'll condescend to come to my coster party.* I believe you can get pearl buttons* quite cheaply at Wool-worth's." *

" Frankie —"

His words were drowned in the noise of the Bentley 's engine which Frankie had just started. She drove away with an airy wave of her hand.

" Damn! " said Bobby in a heartfelt tone.

Frankie, he considered, had behaved outrageously. Perhaps he hadn't put things very tactfully, but dash it all, what he had said was true enough. Perhaps, though, he shouldn't have put it into words.

The next three days seemed interminably long. The Vicar had a sore throat which necessitated his speaking in a whisper when he spoke at all. He spoke very little and was obviously bearing his fourth son's presence as a Christian should. Once or twice he quoted Shakespeare on how sharper than a serpent's tooth, * etc.

On Saturday Bobby felt that he could bear the strain of home life no longer. He got Mrs. Roberts, who with her husband 'ran' the Vicarage, to give him a packet of sandwiches, and supplementing this with a bottle of beer which he bought in Marchbolt, he set off for a solitary picnic.

He had missed Frankie abominably these last few days. These older people were the limit.* They harped on things so.

Bobby stretched himself out on a bank and debated with himself whether he should eat his lunch first and go to sleep afterward, or sleep first and eat afterward. While he was cogitating, the matter was settled for him by his falling asleep without noticing it.

When he awoke it was half past three! Bobby grinned as he thought how his father would disapprove of this way of spending a day. A good walk across country — twelve miles or so — that was the kind of thing that a healthy young man should do. It led inevitably to that famous remark, " And now, I think, I've earned my lunch."

Idiotic, thought Bobby. Why earn lunch by doing a lot of walking you don't particularly want to do? What's the merit in it? If you enjoy it, then it's pure self-indulgence, and if you don't enjoy it you're a fool to do it.

Whereupon he fell to upon his unearned lunch and ate it with gusto. With a sigh of satisfaction he unscrewed the bottle of beer. Unusually bitter beer, but decidedly refreshing.

He lay back again, having tossed the empty beer bottle into a clump of heather.

He felt rather godlike lounging there. The world was at his feet. A phrase, but a good phrase. He could do anything — anything if he tried! Plans of great splendor and daring initiative flashed through his mind.

Then he grew sleepy again. Lethargy stole over him. He slept — Heavy, numbing sleep

@ Questions and Tasks

1. Explain the meaning of the following words and phrases in English.

to succeed

enthusiasm

at all costs

to estimate smth

to say smth with a sigh

to be irresponsible

to let smb down

inferiority

2. Retell the contents of Badger’s letter to Bobby.

3. What kind of offer did Bobby receive from an unknown firm? Why did it seem so strange?

4. Dramatize the conversation between Frankie and Bobby.

5. Prove that Bobby wanted to get away from home as soon as possible.

6. Prepare a literary translation of an abstract from this chapter (about 25 lines).

7. Retell the chapter as if you were Bobby’s father.