Beckett College for the
Blind. Also he is to give lectures on art and various other subjects. If
he can learn to paint his blind impressions (as he believes he can, with
Dierdre's promised help) he will be able to teach other blind artists to
follow his example. And he is to have a salary for his services--not the
big one Father Beckett wished: Brian wouldn't hear of that--but enough
to live on. And Dierdre and Julian are offered official positions and
salaries too. It's suggested that they should take a flat near by the
College, within easy walking distance. Dierdre is to entertain the blind
men with recitations, and teach the art of reciting to those who wish to
learn. Julian is to sing and play for the men in the house-theatre, once
or twice a week, as he can spare time from his work with De Letzski.
Also he will give one lesson a week in singing and voice production.

Both the O'Farrells are to be well paid (no trouble in persuading
Julian to accept generous proposals for himself and his sister; for him
the labourer is indeed worthy of his hire): and with American dash and
money the scheme is expected to be in working order by next June. It's
now well into November. But after seeing how other schemes have worked,
and how this Chateau d'Andelle business has been rushed through, I have
the most sublime faith in Beckett miracles.

They are astonishing, these Becketts! Father, the simplest, kindest man,
with the air of liking his fireside better than any adventure: Mother, a
slip of a creature--"a flower in a vase to be kept by her menfolk on a
high shelf," as I told myself when I first saw her. Yet what adventures
they have had, and what they have accomplished since the day Brian
proposed this pilgrimage, two months ago! Not a town on our route that,
after the war won't have cause to bless them and the son in whose name
their good works have been done--cause to bless Beckett kindness,
Beckett money for generations in the future! Yet now they have added
this most ambitious plan of all to the list, and I know it will be
carried out to perfection.

You see now, Padre, from what I've told you, how easy it is being made
for me to slip out of this circle. Brian, beaming with happiness, and on
the point of opening his heart to Dierdre's almost worshipping love:
Mother Beckett slowly getting back a measure of frail, flower-like
health, in this lovely place which she calls Jim's: Father Beckett more
at ease about her, and in