‘She is not like anyone else.’
‘Fortunately! Imagine a houseful of Adrianas! Spontaneous combustion wouldn’t be in it! You know, that is the trouble with Meriel – she is the imitation, the bad copy, the local dressmaker’s version of a Paris model. She gets the mannerisms here and there, but she doesn’t begin to have Adriana’s courage and drive, to say nothing of her talent. Amazing person! What did she say to you when she sent me out of the room?’
‘That’s asking.’
‘Don’t I get an answer?’
She shook her head. He said,
‘Did she?’
She shook her head again.
‘Does that mean she didn’t, or that you won’t tell?’
‘You can please yourself.’
He laughed.
‘You are a very aggravating woman. What would you do if I was to shake you – call for help?’
‘I might.’
‘Then I can tell you who would come – Meriel. She is the only one near enough. And what fun that would be – for her! A part to play after her own heart! Brutal seducer checked! An angel to the rescue! Foolish inexperienced damsel rebuked and warned!’
‘Ringan, go to bed!’
She had meant her voice to be, not angry, but quietly firm.
She could not help being aware that it held a trace of indulgence.
He leaned against the mantelpiece and looked at her with smiling eyes.
‘How are you going to get me to go? Do you think you could push me?’
‘I shouldn’t dream of trying.’
He nodded.
‘Just as well. It’s the world to a winkle that I’d kiss you. So what? If you’re thinking of an appeal to my better feelings, you’ve known for a long time that I haven’t got any.’
She made no answer. He was trying to play on her, and she wouldn’t have it.
He stretched out a hand and just touched her on the wrist.
‘I haven’t, have I? Have I?’
‘I suppose you have your share.’
‘But such a small one? It wants a lot of encouragement. You might be quite surprised if you would take it on.’
Janet’s colour burned.
‘You might try Anne Forester.’
He shook his head.
‘She wouldn’t be any good at it.’ Then suddenly, and in a different voice, ‘Janet, you know she wasn’t anything!’
‘I know nothing of the kind.’
‘Then working for Hugo has had a most disintegrating effect upon your brain. You used to be quite intelligent, and if you had used one grain of common sense you would have known that Anne was only a play.’
Janet was standing up very straight, If she could have added three inches to her height it would have been a great support. She did her best as she said,
‘That would be so nice for Anne!’
‘Oh, she was playing too. There wasn’t anything serious in it at all, on either side. It was just one of those here-today-and-gone-tomorrow kind of things.’
‘Like the affair you had with Anne Newton – and Anne Harding?’
He burst out laughing.
‘Of course! And anyhow they were all Annes. There’s never been another Janet! You know, darling, what is wrong with you is that serious disposition – too many forebears living in manses and preaching long Scottish sermons. A man can kiss a girl without wanting to spend the rest of his life with her. I tell you, none of the Annes meant a thing, and they were not a bit more in earnest than I was – I swear they weren’t. That sort of thing just doesn’t mean anything at all.’
Janet’s smile flashed out, the dimple appeared.
‘That is what Hugo said.’
‘He did, did he?’
‘Oh, yes.’
‘And suited the action to the word no doubt. And I suppose you let him kiss you!’
‘Why not?’
He took her by the shoulders.
‘You know very well why not. Janet – did he? Did you let him?’
She stepped back, but not in time. Meriel stood in the doorway with the air of a tragedy queen. She had on the dress she had worn at dinner, and a shawl of crimson silk with a fringe that dripped to the floor. It was falling off one shoulder. She caught at it and said in a dramatic voice,
‘I am interrupting you! I suppose you expect me to apologize?’
Ninian turned round in a leisurely manner and said,
‘Why?’ The question was accompanied by rather a bleak stare.
‘I was afraid I had startled you.’
‘But how could it have been anything but a pleasant surprise? Won’t you come in and make yourself at home? I am sure Nanny always has a welcome for you. Janet wouldn’t wish to lag behind – would you, darling?’
Janet had been standing just where she was, the colour still in her cheeks but her whole look grave and composed. Appealed to directly, she said,
‘Yes, do come in. I was telling Ninian that it’s time for bed. But it isn’t really so late. Adriana was getting tired, so we came away.’
Meriel came into the room holding the red shawl about her.
‘I suppose she asked you to call her Adriana?’
‘Oh, yes.’
Ninian said abruptly, ‘Well, I’m off. Don’t run through all the confidences tonight, or you will have none left for tomorrow’ He paused on the threshold, and from behind Meriel’s back he made a schoolboy grimace and blew a kiss.
Janet saw the door close behind him with some relief. Meriel alone she could cope with, but Ninian goaded by Meriel was capable of practically anything, and there had been the light of battle in his eye. She turned to the unwelcome guest.
‘I’m afraid it’s rather cold in here.’
Meriel said deeply, ‘It doesn’t matter.’ She laid her arm along the mantelpiece and assumed a graceful droop. ‘He can’t bear to be in the room with me – you must have noticed it.’
‘It is a pity to fancy things.’
‘Oh, but it’s not fancy. It is only too painfully evident. You can’t have helped noticing it. So I felt – I felt I had better explain.’
‘There isn’t any need.’
Meriel drew a long sighing breath.
‘Oh, no, it is obvious, as I said. And I would rather you knew. It is difficult with a stranger to pick one’s way among other people’s affairs without either hurting or being hurt. It will be easier for us all if you know just how we stand. Ninian has been here a good deal, you know, and – well, I expect you can guess what happened. He began to care for me more than I wanted him to.’ She fixed dark soulful eyes on Janet’s face. ‘I tried to stop him – I did indeed. You mustn’t blame me – at least not more than you can help. I had my own troubles. Geoffrey and I – no, I won’t say any more about that. Edna doesn’t understand him, doesn’t make him happy, but we would never do anything to hurt her. I do want you to know that.’
Janet had very little opinion of those who sentimentalize over other people’s husbands and wives. Whilst refraining from expressing this feeling, she supposed it to be fairly evident, and had a passing hope that it might have a damping effect upon any further confidences. But Meriel merely sighed again.
‘It is all terribly sad, and there is nothing that anyone can do. Because, you see, there is no money. I do feel – don’t you – that if people are not happy together, it is better for them to part. Of course divorce is terribly sordid, and it costs more money than any of us have got, so what is the use of thinking about it? I have nothing, literally nothing, except my allowance from Adriana, and Geoffrey has only the merest pittance outside of what she gives him – and that is supposed to be for Edna too. You wouldn’t think she would have the heart to cut it off if we went away together, but you never can tell. She might, you know, and one couldn’t possibly risk it. It’s a dreadful situation! And sometimes I have wondered whether it wouldn’t be better to put an end to it by letting Ninian take me away.’
Janet said, ‘Does he want to?’
The dark eyes looked first up, and then down with the lashes shading them. The voice thrilled with reproach.