Fallowfield picked up the coffee-pot and went across to join him.
Hello, Sam, said Henry cordially. us a cup, theres a love.
Youre a silly fellow to be here when you could still be pigging it in bed. There are things to do, said Fallowfield noncommittally. He sat down and refilled his own coffee-cup.
Anyway, he added, melting a little to Henrys cordiality, s a rare experience to be able to feel like Lord Byron after the scandal. Though nobody actually got up and left!
Not quite, muttered Arthur Halfdane, one of the young historians at the table, jerking his head so that his long hair tossed like a girls.
Fallowfield followed his gesture and saw the slight angular figure of Jane Scotby, the Senior Tutor, wriggle out from under the menacing overhangs and promontories of Edith Disney and move across the room towards him.
Mr. Fallowfield, she said in her high precise voice. wonder if I could have a word with you? Fallowfield stared thoughtfully into her small brown wrinkled face whose bright blue eyes stared back as unflinchingly at his round, rather solemn features.
Of course, Miss. Scotby, he said. t you sit down?
I would prefer that we were private, she said.
I find that hard at the moment, said Fallowfield equably.
Very well, said Miss. Scotby. has been suggested to me
By Miss. Disney?
that your suspension from duty makes it improper for you to be present in the Senior Common Room or indeed in the College.
This is outrageous, spluttered Henry. The younger historians, constitutionalists to a man, sat forward in their chairs, eager to offer an opinion at the drop of an amendment.
I am unable to pronounce authoritatively on the legality of this, Miss. Scotby went on inexorably, on other grounds I can see good reason why it might be better if you werent here.
She halted, just a little breathless. Fallowfield suspected that beneath the brown parchment skin a flush might be struggling to break out.
Miss. Scotby, he said kindly, have merely been temporarily suspended from my teaching duties here. I certainly do not intend trying to teach anything except perhaps a few lessons in corporate feeling and loyalty.
He raised his voice slightly and glanced round the room.
I am suspended. I havent caught leprosy. So I wont wear a bell. And I shall continue to use this room as of right until I am shown why in law I should not.
And if that happens, you shall be my guest, added Henry Saltecombe, his jowls shaking in emphasis.
The historians glanced at each other and raised their eyebrows in wry humour. Miss. Scotby nodded as though she had expected nothing else.
Which was probably true, thought Arthur Halfdane. Or at least she had the art of always giving the impression that whatever happened was expected.
A pretty young woman with a determined chin, Eleanor Soper of the Social Science department, came across in pursuit of the coffee-pot, apparently unconscious of the tension. Halfdane smiled at her and pulled up another chair beside his own. She sat down.
Miss. Scotby nodded again as if this too, were expected, turned on her heel and, avoiding Miss. Disneys imperious beckonings, walked smoothly out of the room.
Nicely timed, said Halfdane to Eleanor.
Why? she said. s up with Scotby? Gone to earth, said Henry with a chuckle. s furious.
He was the only person in the college who actually addressed Miss. Disney as to her face.
Now, Sam, he said, s the latest? If its not sub judice or something.
He rubbed his podgy hands in mock-enthusiastic expectation.
How mock is it? wondered Halfdane.
Theres nothing new. Ive agreed to go before the governors to make a statement, but not while the student governors are present. Theyre still trying to sort out the legalities. Well, said Henry dubiously. students are after all legally elected members of the governing body. In any case, Im surprised that you are bothering, Sam. Points of order and matters constitutional have always bored you to tears in the past.
He was the only person in the college who actually addressed Miss. Disney as to her face.
Now, Sam, he said, s the latest? If its not sub judice or something.
He rubbed his podgy hands in mock-enthusiastic expectation.
How mock is it? wondered Halfdane.
Theres nothing new. Ive agreed to go before the governors to make a statement, but not while the student governors are present. Theyre still trying to sort out the legalities. Well, said Henry dubiously. students are after all legally elected members of the governing body. In any case, Im surprised that you are bothering, Sam. Points of order and matters constitutional have always bored you to tears in the past.
A general movement towards the doors prevented any reply from Fallowfield.
Whats on? asked Halfdane.
By Christ! said Henry, pushing his fifteen stones breathily out of the chair. Theyre going to shift Hippo lyta, her of the golden tits, begging your pardon, Miss. Soper. This we mustnt miss!
What?
The statue. AIs statue. Acres of thigh swinging on high! Coming, Sam? No, thanks, said Fallowfield, shaking his head moodily, his recent liveliness in the face of the enemy now completely evaporated. dont think I will.
See you later then. He puffed cheerily away, followed by the slight figure of Halfdane. Soon there was only one other person left in the Common Room. She came to a halt by Fallowfields chair.
Yes, Miss. Disney? he said without looking up.
Mr. Fallowfield, she said loudly, as though speaking to someone much more distant. the outcome of this business, I should like you to know I consider your admitted conduct to be absolutely deplorable.
You have debauched a charming and delightful young girl. Should you be acquitted
Im not on trial, observed Fallowfield, but it wasnt worth the effort.
and stay on at the college, I warn you there are other matters I may have to speak of. Other matters. You follow me, I have no doubt.
She left in a shudder of flesh and a crash of door.
Fallowfield whistled a couple of bars of Dead March.
Glass houses to you, Miss. Disney, he murmured. great glass houses.
He finished his coffee and poured himself another cup even though it was cold.
The giant mechanical shovel-cum-crane lumbered through the herbaceous border on to the lawn of the staff garden. Miss. Scotby winced visibly and Miss. Disney took a step forward as though to lay herself beneath its tracks.
It was as well she didnt. The ground was baked hard by the summer sun, but still the vehicles metal teeth left a deep imprint in the level green turf.
The college gardener, who had tended it and watered it to the last, spoke a word which normally would have caused the Disney bosom to push indignantly against the Disney chin. Now she nodded sadly as though in full accord.
What happens now? asked Halfdane.
I think theyve drilled most of the base out of the concrete, said Henry, pointing with his much-chewed pipe. theyll take the strain with that thing, finish the drilling and haul away. Look. Here comes Simeon.
The long, wirily energetic figure of Simeon Landor, the college principal, came striding from the mellow, castellated sandstone building known as the Old House which backed on to the garden.
Hello, Principal. Come to see the fun?
Landor shook his head in reproof.
No fun, Saltecombe. A sad moment, this. For us all. Very sad.
He raised his voice slightly. Miss. Disney, who was standing some yards away, shot him an indignant glance and turned her back.
Halfdane had come in at the tail-end of this particular saga, but as usual with the help of the inveterate chronicler by his side he was in full possession of the facts.
The college had expanded rapidly since Landor had taken over as principal five years earlier on the death of Miss. Girling, whose services to the college were commemorated by this very statue.
When he came, the place had been a teachers training college for some two or three hundred girls, though for the first time men were being admitted the following September. Now it covered a much wider range of courses, vocational and academic, some leading to degrees from the new university of East Yorkshire, situated some fifteen miles to the south.
Numbers of students, staff and buildings had risen rapidly, and now the Old House, the early nineteenth-century mansion which once housed the entire college, was the centre of a star of concrete and glass. But it was an incomplete star. In one direction lay half an acre of cultivated beauty which had once been a source of pride and joy to Miss. Girling and still was to Miss. Scotby and Miss. Disney and many others. It was like an artifact created for a nurserymans catalogue. It had everything, including a fringed pool and a ferned grot, and from the first crocuses in spring till the last dahlia in the autumn it was ablaze with colour.
Above all, it had the long, level lawn, the finest Solway turf, five thousand square feet without a blemish. Till now.
For the Landor plan needed the garden. Where the blushing flowers had once risen in such profusion a new growth was going to gladden the eye, or some eyes at least. A biology laboratory.
The principal had tried to soften the blow by pointing out that an integral part of this was to be a hot-house for experimental husbandry.
And that the fish-pool would likewise be preserved as a source of water insects and algae.
But the bruised feelings of many of his staff were not so easily salved.
And when he announced that Miss. Girlings memorial would have to be shifted this seemed the central symbol of an act of needless and unwarranted desecration.
Now the moment had come. A canvas sling had been wrapped around Hippolyta, one strap passing between her legs, another two crossing beneath the magnificent breasts.
Note how they shine, said Henry. student wit paints a bra on them at least once a year and they always get a good polish when the paint comes off.
But neither Halfdane nor Landor was listening. They were watching Marion Cargo, who suddenly ran forward anxiously and spoke to the man in charge of the tying operation. He nodded his head reassuringly and moved her away with a gentle push at her shoulder.
Then he waved to the man in the cab, who began to take the strain.