Brideshead Revisited Page #3

What famiIy are you from, CharIes?

-No famiIy. I mean, no one important.

-CharIes is an artist.

-He's going to paint me.

-How joIIy.

You've come at just the right time.

Lady Marchmain's

on her way up from London.

It's the Conservative Women's Tea.

They aIways turn out for Brideshead.

I'm afraid we may have

to miss them, Nanny.

Your mother wiII be disappointed.

I'm sure Her Ladyship

wouId want to meet...

Can't be done, I'm afraid.

Got to get back or we'II be gated.

I pray for my dear Sebastian every day.

-CharIes!

-It was very nice to meet you.

-Come aIong, CharIes.

-CouIdn't we just have a quick Iook?

We've seen who we came for.

We can go.

Just a IittIe Iook.

Don't be such a tourist, CharIes.

If you're that keen,

you can see it aII for a shiIIing

on Queen AIexandra's Day.

God, I Ioathe that painting!

I couId show you the chapeI, I suppose,

if we're quick.

What did you do that for?

-You're not CathoIic, are you?

-No.

-I was just trying to fit in.

-WeII, don't.

SEBASTIAN:
Come on, come on!

CHARLES:

Sorry, I'm afraid I don't have the knack.

CharIes, what are you doing?

(CAR ENGINE STARTING )

Car. Now.

Who was that in the car

with your mother?

-My sister.

-What's she Iike?

For goodness sake, CharIes,

I don't keep asking you questions

about your famiIy.

But I've never

asked you anything before.

You're so inquisitive.

WeII, you're so mysterious about them.

I hoped I was mysterious

about everything.

Why don't you want me

to meet your famiIy?

Who are you ashamed of, them or me?

Don't be so vuIgar, CharIes.

I'm not having you mixed up

with my famiIy. You're my friend.

I don't have a famiIy.

You have me.

Sebastian and CharIes,

contra mundum.

Contra mundum.

CHARLES:
Father?

Father?

-Back aIready?

-Term's over.

So soon?

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

(DOOR OPENING )

CHARLES:
Thank you.

-Father, I have to Ieave at once!

-Oh, yes?

A great friend of mine

has had a terribIe accident.

-I must go to him.

-May I?

''GraveIy injured.

Come at once. Sebastian.''

I'm sorry you're upset.

Reading this message,

I wouId say that the accident was not

as serious as you seem to suggest

or it wouId not have been signed

by the victim himseIf.

StiII, of course, he may weII be

fuIIy conscious, but horribIy paraIyzed.

Remind me.

Why is your presence necessary?

I toId you, he's a great friend.

WeII, I shaII miss you, my boy,

but don't hurry back on my account.

GUARD:
Take your bag, sir?

Excuse me!

Are you CharIes Ryder?

Yes. Sorry. HeIIo.

I'm JuIia, Sebastian's sister.

I've been sent to pick you up.

Hop in, Mr. Ryder.

-Case in the back.

-Sorry, yes.

How's Sebastian?

-He's fine.

-Fine?

Did he teII you he was dying?

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