Rosina
Rosina
Stephen is in the drawing room of a stately home. He
plays an old aristocratic dowager called Rosina, Lady
Madding.
Stephen I live here alone in what, when I was a girl, used
to be called the Dower House. I suppose I am
technically a dowager, though my son Rufus,
the fourth earl, is not yet married. I love the
country, it's very peaceful here. I am surrounded
by photographs of my past. On the piano I have
a photograph of myself dancing with David, the
Prince of Wales - later of course Edward the
Eighth and subsequent Duke of Windsor. David
was a very bad dancer, always trod on one's toes
and I remember he once crushed the metatarsal
bones in the foot of a girlfriend of mine - discreet
lesbianism was fashionable at the time.
Here's a photograph of Noel Coward - darling
Noel as we always called him. He was a very witty
man, you know - it's a side of him not many
people are perhaps aware of. I recall an occasion
when I came out onto the dance-floor of Mario's
in Greek Street wearing a very daring frock,
very low-cut, a frock that revealed more of my
decolletage than was then considered proper -
now of course I dare say it would raise nothing
more than an eyebrow - but at the time it was
very wicked. I came onto the floor and darling
Noel came up to me and said "Rosina" - he always
used to call me Rosina - it is my name, you must
understand. "Rosina," he said in that voice of his,
"Rosina, where did you find such an alluringly
high-cut body?" This was Noel's little way, you see.
The portrait above the fireplace was made
when I was in Paris - Claude my husband was
Ambassador in the late 20s and I used to hold
very literary parties at the embassy - Plum and
Duff Cooper, Scott and Garrett Fitzgerald,
darling Geoffrey Chaucer of course, Adolf Hitler
and Unity Mitford, Gertrude Stein and Alice
B.Topless, Radclyffe Hall and Angela Brazil -
they could always be relied upon to attend. And
of course O. Henry James Joyce Carey Grant. I
remember F.E.Smith, later Lord Birkenhead
of course, (Pointing, but we stay on Stephen) that's
his picture there, just below the dartboard,
F.E. used to say "All the world and his live-in
lover go to Rosina's parties" which pleased me
very much. Later when Claude and I went to
India to take up the Vice-regency I met Gandhi
with whom I used to play French cricket - he
was awfully good at cricket, as a matter of fact,
Claude always used to say "what the loin-cloth
trade gained, the wicket-keeping trade lost."
Pandit Nerhu was very impressive too, though if
Edwina Mountbatten is to be believed his length
was too variable for him ever to enter the ranks
of Indian leg-spin immortals. The large bronze
statue of the nude male which stands on top of
the synthesizer is of Herbert Morrison the Cabinet
Minister. I use it to hang my bracelets on when
I'm playing at the keyboard now. I spend a lot of
time here in this room, remembering the past.
Silly Poles Hartley, L.P.Hartley, you know, once
said that the past is a foreign country, but I don't
agree. The food was better for a start, and the
people didn't smell. People often tell me I was
one of a spoilt generation, rich, beautiful, idle,
parasitical. It is true that I had every conceivable
luxury lavished upon me during my life, met
many famous and influential people, saw many
exciting places and never did anything more
taxing than organise large house-parties. But
you know, despite that, if I had my time over
again I wouldn't change a thing. Regrets? A
few. I shouldn't have let dear T.E.Lawrence
borrow my motorbicycle. I'm tired now. Let
me rest.
VOX POP
Hugh Now Kenneth Baker, it seems to
me, is a perfect argument for why
one should always try and kill
Kenneth Baker.