The Burden - Christie Agatha. Страница 15

"I suppose not," said Shirley doubtfully.

"Why all this thirst for information?" asked Henry.

"Well-one likes to know about people," Shirley spoke almost apologetically.

"Does one?" Henry seemed genuinely surprised.

"Anyway," he decided, "you'd better come and meet my aunt. Put it all on a proper footing with Laura."

"Laura?"

"Well, Laura's the conventional type, isn't she? Satisfy her that I'm respectable and all that."

And very shortly afterwards, a polite note arrived from Lady Muriel, inviting Shirley to lunch, and saying Henry would call for her in the car.

2

Henry's aunt bore a strong resemblance to the White Queen. Her costume was a jumble of different and brightly-coloured wool garments, she knitted assiduously, and she had a bun of faded-brown hair, streaked with grey, from which untidy wisps descended in all directions.

She managed to combine the qualities of briskness and vagueness.

"So nice you could come, my dear," she said warmly, shaking Shirley by the hand and dropping a ball of wool. "Pick it up, Henry, there's a good boy. Now tell me, when were you born?"

Shirley said that she was born on September 18th, 1928.

"Ah yes. Virgo-I thought so. And the time?"

"I'm afraid I don't know."

"Tck! How annoying! You must find out and let me know. It's most important. Where are my other needles-the number eights? I'm knitting for the Navy-a pullover with a high neck."

She held out the garment.

"It will have to be for a very large sailor," said Henry.

"Well, I expect they have all sizes in the Navy," said Lady Muriel comfortably. "And in the Army, too," she added inconsequently. "I remember Major Tug Murray-sixteen stone-special polo ponies to be up to his weight-and when he rode anyone off there was nothing they could do about it. Broke his neck when he was out with the Pytchley," she added cheerfully.

A very old and shaky butler opened the door and announced that luncheon was served.

They went into the dining-room. The meal was an indifferent one, and the table silver was tarnished.

"Poor old Melsham," said Lady Muriel when the butler was out of the room. "He really can't see at all. And he shakes so when he hands things, that I'm never sure if he'll get round the table safely. I've told him again and again to put things on the sideboard, but he won't. And he won't let any of the silver be put away, though of course he can't see to clean it. And he quarrels with all the queer girls which are all one gets nowadays-not what he's been accustomed to, he says. Well, I mean, what is? With the war and all."

They returned to the drawing-room, and Lady Muriel conducted a brisk conversation on biblical prophecies, the measurements of the Pyramids, how much one should pay for illicit clothing coupons, and the difficulties of herbaceous borders.

After which she rolled up her knitting with great suddenness, and announced that she was going to take Shirley round the garden and dispatched Henry with a message to the chauffeur.

"He's a dear boy, Henry," she said as she and Shirley set forth. "Very selfish, of course, and frightfully extravagant. But what can you expect-brought up as he has been?"

"Does he-take after his mother?" Shirley felt her way cautiously.

"Oh dear me, no. Poor Mildred was always most economical. It was quite a passion with her. I can't think why my brother ever married her-she wasn't even a pretty girl, and deadly dull. I believe she was very happy when they were out on a farm in Kenya among the serious farming kind. Later, of course, they got into the gay set, which didn't suit her nearly as well."

"Henry's father-" Shirley paused.

"Poor dear Ned. He went through the Bankruptcy Court three times. But such good company. Henry reminds me of him sometimes. That's a very special kind of alstroemeria-it doesn't do everywhere. I've had a lot of success with it."

She tweaked off a dead bloom and glanced sideways at Shirley.

"How pretty you are, my dear-you mustn't mind my saying so. And very young, too."

"I'm nearly nineteen."

"Yes… I see… Do you do things-like all these clever girls nowadays?"

"I'm not clever," said Shirley. "My sister wants me to take a secretarial course."

"I'm sure that would be very nice. Secretary to an M.P. perhaps. Everyone says that's so interesting; I've never seen why. But I don't suppose you'll do anything long-you'll get married."

She sighed.

"Such an odd world nowadays. I've just had a letter from one of my oldest friends. Her girl has just married a dentist. A dentist. In my young days, girls didn't marry dentists. Doctors, yes, but not dentists."

She turned her head.

"Ah, here comes Henry. Well, Henry, I suppose you're going to take Miss-Miss-"

"Franklin."

"Miss Franklin away from me."

"I thought we'd run over to Bury Heath."

"Have you been getting petrol out of Harman?"

"Just a couple of gallons, Aunt Muriel."

"Well, I won't have it, do you hear? You must wangle your own petrol. I have trouble enough getting mine."

"You don't really mind, darling. Come now."

"Well-just this once. Good-bye, my dear. Now mind you send me those particulars about time of birth-don't forget-then I can get your horoscope worked out properly. You should wear green, dear-all Virgo people should wear green."

"I'm Aquarius," said Henry. "January 20th."

"Unstable," snapped his aunt, "remember that, my dear. All Aquariuses-most undependable."

"I hope you weren't too bored," said Henry as they drove away.

"I wasn't bored at all. I think your aunt's sweet."

"Oh, I wouldn't go as far as that. But she's not too bad"

"She's very fond of you."

"Oh, not really. She doesn't mind having me about."

He added: "My leave's nearly over. I ought to be demobbed soon."

"What are you going to do then?"

"I don't really know. I thought of the Bar."

"Yes?"

"But that's rather a sweat. I think perhaps I might go into a business of some kind."

"What kind?"

"Well, it rather depends where one has a pal to give one a start. I've got one or two banking connections. And I know a couple of tycoons who'd graciously allow me to start at the bottom." He added: "I've not got much money, you know. Three hundred a year to be exact. Of my own, I mean. Most of my relations are as mean as hell-no good for a touch. Good old Muriel comes to the rescue now and again, but she's a bit straitened herself nowadays. I've got a godmother who's reasonably generous if one puts it to her the right way. It's all a bit unsatisfactory, I know…"

"Why," said Shirley, puzzled by this sudden flood of information, "are you telling me all this?"

Henry blushed. The car wobbled in a drunken manner.

He spoke in an indistinct mumble.

"Thought you knew… Darling-you're so lovely… I want to marry you… You must marry meyou must-you must…"