with her. I loathe myself, I could kill myself, the guilt I feel is shocking.â
The day before I got this letter I received a telegram from Roper. It said: â DESTROY LETTER WITHOUT READING PLEASE PLEASE WILL WRITE EXPLAINING .â He never did write explaining. What he did instead was to expiate his fancied wrong to the woman shrieking for more in the moonlight. Girl rather than woman. Brigitte must have been very young at that time.
4
It was a long time, time enough to forget Uncle Ottoâs smoked salmon and coffined ham and his nieceâs unpleasantness, before Roper and I met again. When we did meet again, he was, overfulfilling his wifeâs prophecy, a
real
doctor, not just, like horrible dead Goebbels, a man with a first degree. He rang me up at home,very breathy and very close to the telephone, as though it were an erogenous zone of Brigitteâs. Urgent, he said. He needed advice, help. I could guess what it was going to be.
Wieder wieder wieder
.
Ach
, the lovely bloody
Mondschein
. I suggested a Soho restaurant the following evening. A German restaurant, since he liked German things so much. There Doctor Roper, white hope of research in cheap rocket fuel, got very drunk on sparkling hock and moaned and whined. His wife was playing away. And he loved her so much still, he said, and heâd given her everything any decent woman could â âWhat exactly has happened?â There was a vinous touch of satisfaction in my voice; I could hear it and it was hard to suppress.
âHe was in the house one night when I got back late, a great red German lout, and he had his coat off and his shirt open, a big fair hairy chest, and he was drinking beer out of a can and he had his feet on the settee, and when I walked in he wasnât one bit abashed but just grinned at me. And she grinned too.â
Abashed. âWhy didnât you bash him and kick him out?â
âHeâs a professional wrestler.â
âOh.â I had a swift vision of Roper on the ropes, neatly cat-cradled in them, a parcelled crucifixion. âHow did all this start?â
âWe took this house, you see, and itâs in a fairly slummy part of London, because houses are the very devil to get in London but ââ
âYouâve been in London long?â
âOh yes.â He stared at me as though his coming to London had been headlined in the more reputable newspapers. âHard to get, as I say, but the Department helped and we didnât want a flat any more, and Brigitte said that she was to be an
Englische Dame
with stairs to go up and down ââ
âCome to this wrestler.â
âWe went into a pub for a drink, you see, in Islington it was, and then there was this big blond man talking bad English with a very strong German accent. She spoke to him, talking about
Heimweh
â thatâs homesickness, she was homesick, you see, for somebody tospeak German to, and she found that he came from about thirty miles from Elmshorn. So that was it pretty well. Heâs under contract to wrestle in England or something and he said he was lonely. A very big man and very strong.â
âWrestlers usually are.â
âAnd very ugly. But we had him back for supper.â Roper spoke as though ugliness would not normally get you an invitation. âAnd very â you know, absolutely no intelligence, with this big grin and his face all shiny.â
âThat was after eating, I take it?â
âOh no, all the time.â Roper was growing as obtuse as his wife to the tones of irony or sarcasm. âBut he did eat like a pig. Brigitte cut him more and more bread.â
âAnd sheâs rather taken to him, has she?â
Roper began to tremble. âTaken to him! Thatâs good, that is. I came home one night, late again, very tired, and you know what I found?â
âYou tell me.â
âOn the job.â Roperâs voice rose. His hands
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