England -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction; Husband and wife -- Fiction; Siblings -- Fiction
I found her, as usual, lying on a chintz-covered sofa by the fire in
the beautifully proportioned drawing-room.
"I am so glad you have come," said Fay, after I had greeted her and sat
down beside her sofa. "You are one of the tiresome people who make
things dreadfully dull by not being there."
"I'm sorry," I replied, "or rather, I'm glad."
"You have spoilt a lot of pleasure for me in that way," Fay continued,
"and I find it rather hard to forgive you. I used to enjoy myself
always, and now I only enjoy myself when you are about. It proves you
have a rather narrowing influence, don't you think?"
"It does seem to point that way," I agreed.
"And not an influence that makes for universal happiness, either, Sir
Reggie," Fay went on. "As you can only be in one place at once, there
can only be one cheerful place in the world at a time, while the number
of places you can't be at is unlimited, therefore the number of places
you make miserable are unlimited. I've come to the conclusion that the
really benevolent people are those who make a hell of whatever place
they are in, and a heaven of every other place because they aren't in
it. When you come to think of it, the amount of joy that these people
scatter about is simply enormous. Think of the countless little
heavens below that they create!"
"It is a beautiful thought, and shows how _nous autres_ ought to follow
their example. I say _nous autres_ advisedly, as you are made on the
same lines as I am--at least, as you say I am. In fact, I regret to
state that I never met anybody who had the knack of creating--by your
mere absence--such illimitable and chaotic blanks as you do."
I loved talking nonsense with Fay. As a matter of fact I have always
loved talking nonsense. I belong to the generation to which nonsense
appeals. The past generation is too serious for it, and the rising
generation is too strenuous: it was the prerogative of the last quarter
of the nineteenth century to bring nonsense to the level of a fine art.
And of all kinds of nonsense, the nonsense which is at the same time a
curtain and a channel for love-making is to me the most delightful.
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