Virginia, seeing all the joy flow from Alexa's face, felt guilty and knew she had said too much. It was just that, talking about Noel, she had forgotten that Alexa was her stepdaughter and had allowed herself to speak bluntly and coldly about her problems, as though confiding in some old and intimate friend. A contemporary. But Alexa was not a contemporary.
She said quickly, 'Don't look so horrified. It's not as bad as that. It's just that Edmund is insisting on sending Henry to boarding-school and I don't want him to go. He's only eight, and I think he's too young. Edmund has always known how I feel, but he settled it all without consulting me and I was very hurt. It's got to a pitch when we can't even talk about it. The subject is never mentioned. We've both dug our toes in and that seems to be it. Which is one of the reasons I took Henry away to Devon. He knows he's got to go away to school, and he knows that we're angry with each other. For his sake,
I try to have fun with him, and do things with him the way I always have. And I would never dream of saying a word to him against Edmund. You know how he adores his father. But it's not easy.'
'Oh, poor little Henry.'
'I know. I thought maybe a day or two with Vi would make things better for him. You know what buddies they are. So 1 made the excuse of a new dress and seeing you, and came to London for a few days. I don't really need a new dress, but I've seen you, and the way things have turned out, that's made it worthwhile.'
'But you've still got to go home to Balnaid.'
'Yes. But perhaps things will be better.'
'I am sorry. But I do understand. I know how Fa can be once he's made up his mind about something. Like a brick wall. It's the way he works. I suppose it's one of the reasons that he's been so successful. But it's not easy if you're on the other side of the fence and you've got a point of view of your own.'
'That's right. I sometimes think he would be a little more human if, just once in his life, he'd made a real cock- up of something. Then he could admit to the possibility of being mistaken. But he never has and he never does.'
In total agreement, they gazed at each other glumly. Then Alexa said, without much conviction, 'Perhaps Henry will love school, once he gets there.'
'Oh, I hope so much that he will. For all our sakes. For Henry's sake in particular, I'd be grateful to be proved wrong. But I'm terribly afraid that he'll hate it.'
'And you…? Oh, Virginia. I can't imagine you without Henry.'
'That's the trouble. Neither can I.'
She reached for another cigarette and Alexa decided that the time had come to take some positive action.
She said, 'Let's have a drink. After all this, I think we could both do with one. What for you? A Scotch?'
Virginia looked at her watch. 'I should go. Felicity's expecting me for dinner.'
'There's heaps of time. And you must stay and meet Noel. He won't be long now. Now that you know about him, please don't go.
And it'll make it much easier for you, telling Fa, if you've met Noel and can say how much you like him.'
Virginia smiled. Alexa was twenty-one and now a woman of some experience but still wondrously naive. 'All right. But don't make it too strong.'
Noel had bought the flowers from a street vendor near the office. Carnations and sweet peas and a misting of gypsophila. He had not intended to buy flowers but had seen them as he passed, thought about Alexa, and then gone back to take a second look. The flower-lady was anxious to be home and let him have two bunches for the price of one. Two bunches made a good show.
Nowadays, living in Ovington Street, he walked home from the office each evening. It gave him the chance to stretch his legs and yet was not too great a distance to be tiring at the end of a day's work. It was pleasant to turn in at the end of the street and know that this was where he now belonged.
Domesticity with Alexa, he had discovered, had many advantages, for she had proved to be not only a charming, compliant lover but the most undemanding of companions. At first Noel had harboured fears that she might become possessive, and jealous of any time that he spent away from her. He had suffered such resentments before, and had ended up feeling as though he had a millstone hanging round his neck. But Alexa was different, generous and understanding about evenings when he was committed to giving dinner to some overseas client, or the regular twice-weekly games of squash at his club.
Now, he knew that when he opened the blue front door she would be there, waiting for the sound of his key in the door, running up the stairs from the basement to greet him. He would relax with a drink, take a shower, eat an excellent dinner; later, watch the news, perhaps, or listen to some music. And, finally, bear Alexa off to bed.
His pace quickened. He took the steps in a single stride, juggling with the flowers in order to reach into his trouser pocket for his latchkey. The door, well-oiled, swung silently inwards, and he heard at once the voices from beyond the open drawing-room door. Alexa apparently had a caller. Which was unusual because ever since Noel had moved into Ovington Street, she had firmly kept all visitors at bay.
'… I wish you'd stay for dinner,' she was saying. He closed the door, being careful to make no sound. 'Can't you ring Felicity and make some excuse?'
The hall table was piled with some person's expensive-looking shopping. He put his brief-case down on the floor.
'No, it would be too rude.' A female visitor. He paused for a second to check on his appearance, sagging at the knees in front of the oval mirror, smoothing back his hair with his hand.
'It's grilled trout and almonds…'
He went through the open door. Alexa was on the sofa with her back to him, but her visitor saw him at once, and their eyes met across the room. She had the most astonishingly blue eyes that he had ever seen, and their bright glitter was cool as a challenge.
She said, 'Hi!'
Alexa, alerted, sprang up. 'Noel. I never heard you come in.' She looked rosy and faintly grubby but very sweet. He gave her the flowers and stooped to kiss the top of her head.
'You were talking too hard,' he told her, and turned to the guest, who was now on her feet; a tall and stunning blonde, wearing a slender black dress and a huge black velvet bow at the back of her head. 'How do you do. I'm Noel Keeling.'
'Virginia Aird.' Her handshake was firm and friendly and, it occurred to him, at variance with the light in those brilliant eyes. He knew then that Alexa had been confiding, and that this glamorous creature was totally
'And you're…?'
'My stepmother, Noel.' Alexa spoke quickly, which meant that she was a little agitated and somewhat out of her social depth. 'She's just down from Scotland to do some shopping. She dropped in out of the blue. It was the most lovely surprise. Oh, what gorgeous flowers. You are dear.' She buried her nose in them and sniffed luxuriously. 'Why do carnations always make me think of bread sauce?'
Noel smiled at Virginia. 'She's got a one-track mind. Food.'
'I'll go quickly and put them in water. We're having a drink, Noel.'
'So I see.'
'Do you want one?'
'Yes, of course, but don't worry, I'll help myself.'
She left them bearing her bouquet, headed for the kitchen. Alone with Virginia, Noel turned to her. 'Do sit down again. I didn't mean to disturb you.' She did so, arranging her long limbs with some grace. 'Tell me, when did you come to London? And how long are you staying?'
She explained. A spur-of-the-moment decision, an invitation from an old friend. Her voice was deep, with the attractive trace of an American accent. She had tried to get in touch with Alexa by telephone but had not been successful. Finally, she had just come around and taken Alexa by surprise.
As she told him all this, Noel fixed his drink. Now he brought it back to where she sat, and settled himself in the chair facing her. She had, he noticed, exceptional legs,
'And when are you going back to Scotland?'
'Oh, tomorrow, maybe. Or the day after.'
'I heard Alexa inviting you to dinner. I wish you'd stay.'
'That's kind of you, but I'm already committed. I shall have to go very soon, but Alexa wanted me to be here
