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by Damsel in Green [lit]


  "I hope it doesn't thaw before Karel and Franz arrive."

  He answered carelessly; she could see that she hadn't got his attention.

  "I daresay it will hold until then. By the way, I must ask you not to go on

  the lake, either alone or with the children, until you have checked with me

  that it's safe." He looked at his watch.

  "Shall we go round once more before we go in?"

  The magic had gone. He talked pleasantly about the house and the grounds and

  the small farm abutting his land, which he owned too; but he was a thousand

  miles away from her, and she realised sadly that now guests would be in the

  house, she would see less of him. After a little while she said timidly,

  "I'd like to go in now, please," and his "Of course' was so willingly said

  that her eyes sparkled with tears which she had no intention of shedding.

  They walked back to the house, and parted in the friendliest possible fashion

  in the hall.

  They met again at lunch, and again during the pleasant half hour in the salon

  before dinner, when the whole family fore gathered to chat about their dAy-

  She had expected him to ignore her as far as good manners would allow, she

  certainly didn't expect him to go out of his way to talk to her. She

  couldn't have been more wrong. He kept her by his side, discussing where she

  should go, and what sr>6 should see, and even complimented her upon the blue

  dress. And when she went upstairs to see Cor and Beatrix safely to their

  beds, he insisted, with a charm which yielded nothing to her excuses, that

  she should go down again. It was certainly pleasant with just the three of

  them. The Professor arid Dimphena discussed their guests and their plans for

  entertaining them, taking care that Oeorgina was included in their talk.

  There was to be a luncheon party, to which some local friends v^ould come,

  and a family dinner party as well, "And," said Dimphena hopefully, 'perhaps a

  little dancing afterwards, Julius? "

  "Why not?" he agreed lazily, 'though remember that most of the family are

  too elderly to do anything more modern than the foxtrot. " They all laughed,

  and he went on, " I think we should tell (5eorgina who will be coming. It

  will be less confusing. There will be Uncle and Aunt Van der

  gerg--fiftyish--they live in Wassenaar; then ijncle and Aunt Kuppers-Eyffert,

  who come from 3 small place near Amhem, and some cousins of mine---doctors,

  I'm afraid--and their wives, of course. There will be some children

  too--nice for Beatrix and Cor. " He turned to Dimphena.

  "It's short notice, Phena, but I telephoned Therese LeFabre this afternoon.

  She will be coming some time after lunch. She can have the little bedroom at

  the end of the corridor."

  Dimphena looked upset as well as surprised.

  "But, Julius, you said you were never..."

  He gave her a blank look which brought her up short.

  "Did I really?"

  He smiled.

  "Poor Phena--but Therese knows us well enough to take pot luck."

  Georgina found that the evening held no pleasure for her any more;

  which was stupid and illogical of her, her common sense assured her.

  She had known about Madame Lefabre, hadn't she? She had known that Julius

  would almost certainly see that lady while he was in Holland, so why should

  she feel as though the world had come to an end for her?

  She rearranged the folds of her long blue skirt meticulously with fingers

  that trembled despite her efforts.

  "By the way," said Julius, and she looked up to find his eyes upon her; they

  gleamed with an expression she was unable to read, "Uncle Ivo-my Great-Uncle

  Ivo--will also be coming. He's eighty, and proud of it, and he is very prone

  to speak his mind. He is also very wise."

  She went to bed soon after, because she didn't want to be left alone with the

  Professor. She said her good nights and went upstairs, aware that he had

  known what had been in her mind about Madame Le Fabre. She got into bed,

  determined to think of nothing but her bright future at St. Athel's. But it

  was no good and she gave herself up to speculation about Therese LeFabre and

  presently she began to think about Julius.

  CHAPTER TEN

  the visitors arrived in ones and twos, the aunts and uncles in

  chauffeur-driven cars, the cousins later in the day, in small fast cars which

  pulled up before the house with a good deal of horn blowing and squealing of

  brakes. Neither of them were quite as large as Julius, but they had his

  straw- coloured hair and blue eyes and the same placid manner, which Georgina

  was beginning to realise wasn't always as placid as it seemed. Their wives

  were young, neither of them good-looking, but possessed of a charm which

  could, on occasion, turn them into beauties. They both had an excellent

  taste in clothes, and the one was as dark as the other was fair. Between

  them they brought four children, small, well-mannered and gratifyingly

  curious about Cor's calipers. They gravitated without urging to Georgina,

  and she was pleased, for she was able to try out her rudimentary Dutch on

  them. She didn't mind them laughing at her in the least, and it amused them

  to correct her.

  Before luncheon she went upstairs to repair the ravages to her person

  consequent on the entertainment of six small children, and it was as she was

  coming downstairs again that she saw the old gentleman in the hall. She knew

  who it was immediately, for Julius had a likeness of him, in spite of the

  white hair and the slight stoop. She looked around for Hans, but there was

  no sign of him, and the old gentleman caught sight of her and burst into

  resounding and incomprehensible speech. She advanced to meet him, saying

  inadequately, "How do you do?

  I'm afraid I cannot understand a word you say. "

  He waited until she was close to him, then produced a pair of old-fashioned

  gold-rimmed spectacles the better to examine her. He took them off again

  before he said, "So you're the girl Julius told me of." His English was as

  good as her own and delivered in a deep rumbling voice.

  "Nice- looking too," he went on, 'plenty of flesh on your bones--can't bear

  skinny women myself, nor can Julius. " Georgina blinked, but was saved from

  replying, for he hadn't finished.

  "You've got an outlandish name."

  "Georgina," she said faintly.

  "Georgina Rodman. I'll tell Professor Eyffert that you're here."

  Before she could move, he bellowed mildly, "Good God, girl, do you call him

  that all the time?" He looked down his nose at her, making his resemblance

  to his great-nephew more marked than ever.

  "Afraid of me?" he asked.

  "My goodness, no. Why should I be?" She smiled at him and watched the

  answering smile on his pleasant old face, as he pronounced:

  "You're a nice girl. Why doesn't Julius..."

  "Why don't I what. Uncle Ivo?" He came across the hall and shook his

  uncle's hand.

  "It's good to see you again. I see you've already met Miss Rodman."

  "Is that what's she's called? I shall call her Georgina--that is provided

  she has no objection."

  "None at all," she answered in a composed voice. She took care no
t to look

  at Julius even when he said, "Shall we join the others?" and ushered them

  into the salon.

  Therese LeFabre arrived during tea. The children had spent a noisy happy

  afternoon playing in the snow, and Georgina had played with them while their

  parents tried out the ice.

  They were all warm and pleasantly tired when they joined the less mobile

  members of the party in the little room for tea. She sat the children

  together, supplied them with food and drink and went to sit by Uncle Ivo, who

  while making an excellent tea, asked a great many questions of her. She did

  her best to answer them and was just wondering how to counter his forthright

  enquiry as to why she had not married, when Hans opened the door, and a woman

  came in. It had to be Therese, for she was everything Georgina had expected

  her to be, and even more than that. She was strikingly good-looking, as slim

  as a wand, and looked as though she had stepped straight from the pages of

  Vogue. She paused with studied grace just inside the door, stretched out her

  arms with a tinkling of bracelets and cried in a ringing voice, "Julius!"

  He had got up and was advancing to meet her with every appearance of

  pleasure. Georgina, suddenly cold inside, extracted a small scrap of comfort

  from the fact that he only took one of the outstretched hands and shook it.

  But that was really no comfort, for she didn't imagine that he was a man to

  kiss a girl in front of a roomful of relatives.

  She looked away and encountered the penetrating gaze of her companion.

  He said softly, without taking his eyes from hers, "She's been after him for

  years--she's thirty if she's a day and no shape at all." He gave a whispered

  snort, which was none the less ferocious.

  "All those damned jingling bracelets!" He added fiercely, "I hope he knows

  his own mind."

  Georgina hoped so too, but this was hardly the time nor the place to give the

  matter thought. She sought to lead Uncle Ivo's thoughts into pleas anter

  channels.

  "I think she's lovely," she said evenly, intent on betraying nothing of her

  feelings.

  "Don't you like modern clothes?"

  "Of course I like them--I'm not an old woman, even if I am eighty." He put

  his spectacles on and stared at her through them.

  "You're as transparent as glass, my dear," he said, suddenly gentle.

  "I hope you've got a pretty dress for dinner tonight."

  She said lightly, "I've no intention of competing," and smiled widely.

  "I promised I'd play the piano for the children in the nursery. If they've

  finished their teas, I'll take them upstairs now, I think."

  She went unhurriedly to fetch them" and was almost at the door, ushering the

  last child through it, when the Professor reached her.

  "Before you go, my dear Miss Rodman, come and meet Therese LeFabre."

  His voice was silky.

  "A very old friend."

  She shook hands, and was overwhelmed by charm, turned on deliberately and

  impossible to ignore. It was cloying and spiced with small pinprick remarks

  which somehow contrived to make Georgina feel a prig and someone to be

  pitied. She smiled her way through the conversation, glad that Julius had

  left them alone, although probably being a man, and in love, he would have

  noticed nothing. She followed the children upstairs, and said, "Oh, dear,

  love is so very blind!" which mystified the children considerably.

  Blind or not, and very much on the losing side, she had every intention of

  going down with all flags flying. She put on the brown organza and,

  watched by Beatrix and Cor, spent a good deal of time arranging her hair in a

  shining pile on the top of her head. Therese would doubtless be loaded with

  jewels, and they would be real, she had no doubt; she fastened some early

  Victorian earrings--little golden tassels--into her pretty ears, and went to

  find someone to take Cor down.

  The Professor was the only occupant of the salon when they entered. He was

  standing in front of the fire, with a glass in his hand, looking

  distinguished and remote. He looked up and watched as Georgina settled Cor

  in a small armchair, thanked Hans for his good offices, and arranged cushions

  where they would be most comfortable. When she had finished, she said,

  "There. Now I'm going to see if Beatrix is ready. "

  "No," raid the Professor, 'stay here. " He spoke so gently that she wasn't

  sure if she had heard him at all.

  "Phena is quite capable of helping Beatrix with buttons and things," he went

  on. His deliberate glance swept her from head to foot and she willed herself

  to remain calm under it. She knew she looked nice--the brown organza was

  becoming in its own modest fashion.

  He said abruptly, "How delightfully feminine you look," and went over to the

  sofa table behind the great sofa to fetch her a drink. She thanked him with

  a coolness wholly at variance with her heightened colour, and sipped,

  thankful to have something to do. She was cudgelling her brains for a topic

  of conversation when the door opened and Therese LeFabre came in. She was

  wearing a silver trouser suit and a great many chains and rings; she made

  Georgina feel like a mouse.

  She stopped when she saw Georgina and Cor and said in her prettily accented

  English:

  "Oh, you're here already," and then cast a speaking glance at the Professor.

  "Julius?"

  He was looking at her with no expression on his face at all; now he smiled

  faintly and walked over to the drinks tray.

  "Your usual, Therese?" he asked pleasantly; if he was annoyed at not being

  alone with her, he was concealing his feelings very well.

  Georgina got up and went over to Cor's chair, and sat down beside him,

  half-turned away from the others and by concentrating hard upon what he was

  saying, was able to ignore the murmur of their voices, and presently, when

  everyone else arrived, she was caught up in a small circle consisting of the

  doctors and Great-Uncle Ivo, who made no bones about admiring her appearance

  in a loud and penetrating voice.

  The dinner was long and leisurely and delicious;

  if it hadn't been for Therese sitting beside Julius at the great oval table,

  Georgina would have loved every minute of it. As it was, she was glad when

  they at last left the table to stroll in little groups back to the salon, the

  children dragging a little by now, the men left behind to drink their port.

  She looked at Cor worriedly. He was tired--too tired. The treat of staying

  up late was wearing thin. She drank her coffee, and said firmly, "Bed, Cor

  dear."

  He looked stubborn.

  "Not until all the others go too."

  "They're coming," she said, and went to drop a word in motherly ears so that

  within a few moments she had the small creatures collected, with good nights

  said. They were at the door when Therese LeFabre said:

  "But it is wonderful. Miss Rodman; all these children who listen to you--you

  must be a very good nursemaid."

  Georgina had been about to lift Cor to carry him upstairs--he wasn't heavy,

  and she wasn't going to disturb the men. She put him down again, her eyes

 
sparkling with temper. She wasn't sure what she was going to say, but in any

  case she had no chance to say it, for the Professor's voice, level and cold,

  spoke first.

  "Miss Rodman is not a nursemaid, my dear Therese. She is a highly skilled

  nurse without whom we should have been lost. She has no need to do anything

  at all for the children; it is her nature to help others."

  Georgina felt herself enveloped in the warm and unwelcome glow from an

  all-embracing blush, which was not improved by Therese's gentle voice.

  "Oh, my dear, I had no intention of being rude believe me. I am so envious

  of you--that you can do so much for others and that the children are so fond

  of you. Alas I have no children whom I can love."

  This incredible speech was accompanied by two tears running without harming

  her make-up, down her cheeks. She dabbed them away with a wisp of a

  handkerchief and smiled wistfully. Georgina watched her with embarrassment

  and pity. It must be awful, she thought, to have been married and not to

  have had any children. She said kindly.

  "Of course you weren't rude, and please don't get upset--you're much too

  beautiful," and stiffened when Julius said in a matter-of-fact voice, "Phena

  will give you a hand. Miss Rodman." She started to protest, but thought

  better of it when she saw his face; he was very angry and hiding it most

 

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