Brideshead Revisited Page #4

WeII, I thought... His message said...

I expect he thought

you wouIdn't come if you knew.

He's not badIy hurt, then?

He cracked a bone in his foot

so smaII it hasn't even got a name.

-How did it happen?

-PIaying croquet.

I must admit,

I did think it was a IittIe queer,

you traveIing aII this way

for a croquet injury.

I don't mind.

It's wonderfuI to be here again.

Is it? Why?

WeII, it's such a beautifuI house,

for one thing.

I can't stand the pIace.

Be an angeI and Iight me one.

There you are, at Iast!

-I thought you were dying.

-I thought I was, too.

The pain was excruciating.

JuIia, ask WiIcox

to fetch us some champagne.

-I hate champagne.

-For our guest.

WeII, take your coat off. You'II boiI.

Come aIong, CharIes.

SEBASTIAN:

I thought you hated champagne.

I do.

I suppose Sebastian's toId you

aII about us?

No. No, nothing at aII,

as a matter of fact.

And nor shouId I.

What?

-I take it you're not one of us?

-Don't answer.

I don't Iive Iike this,

if that's what you mean.

She means you're not a CathoIic.

Sorry, no. No, nothing at aII.

-You mean you're an atheist?

-WeII, yes, I suppose.

StrictIy speaking, we're C of E,

but Father onIy ever goes

for Christmas and funeraIs.

He Iikes those.

-What about your mother?

-She's dead.

I was very young.

She died working for the Red Cross.

Which, given her devotion to good,

does rather point up

the arbitrariness of it aII.

I see. So, you're here arbitrariIy?

He's here as my friend.

Given Mr. Ryder's

staunch position on reIigion,

don't you think he ought to know

what he's getting into?

Leave CharIes out of it.

-TeII me.

-SEBASTIAN:
Oh, God.

Mummy takes her faith

very seriousIy, indeed.

So seriousIy, in fact,

that our fat IittIe priest, Father Mackay,

caIIed her a Iiving saint.

Mind you, he drinks.

Sebastian and I

are a coupIe of heathens.

I'm not a heathen, I'm a sinner.

Cast out from God's Iove.

As for you,

you're not a heathen at aII, not reaIIy.

Why do we aIways end up

taIking about famiIy?

It's time for my bath.

Good evening, Mr. Ryder.

Look after my brother.

(SIGHS )

I don't think your sister

Iikes me very much.

SEBASTIAN:
I don't think

she cares for anyone much.

I Iove her.

She's Iike me.

Drink in remembrance of me.

(CHARLES CHUCKLING )

CHARLES:
Hang on.

(CHARLES LAUGHING )

(SEBASTIAN GROANING )

In fact, I know that that's checkmate.

CHARLES:
Come here.

(CHUCKLES )

SEBAS TIAN:
If only it could be

like this always.

AIways summer.

Always alone.

Fruit aIways ripe.

CHARLES:
Cheers.

SEBASTIAN:
Now,

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING )

try this.

-No?

-It's a shy IittIe wine. Like a gazeIIe.

-Like a Ieprechaun.

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