could dispose of. I thought I’d have a word with that chap Serridge. He must have some idea where she is.’
‘I don’t want you talking to him.’
‘But if your aunt-’
‘And I don’t want to think about Aunt Philippa. All right?’
Her voice had risen, and so had her colour.
‘Two can live cheaper than one,’ he said, changing his line of attack. ‘We could get married now rather than wait.’
‘No. It wouldn’t be fair to you.’
‘Let me be the judge of that.’He offered her a cigarette.
She leant towards him, cupping her hands around the flame of the match. ‘Rory — it’s not just that it wouldn’t be fair to you. It’s also that — well, you know, we need time to get to know each other again. You’ve been away for so long. All we’ve had are letters.’
He felt numb. ‘You want to break the engagement?’
‘No. Yes. Look, I don’t know what I want — that’s the point, can’t you see? And then there’s Mother. I–I have to grow used to the fact that she isn’t here. It was easier with Dad, somehow. But Mother … I don’t know, her dying came as rather a shock.’
‘I can wait,’ Rory said desperately. ‘Have as long as you need.’
‘You’d go mad. So should I. Look here, it’s not as if we’ve ever been officially engaged. I just want us to have a breathing space. It doesn’t change anything, not really.’
Rory thought it changed everything. A moment before he had been engaged. Now he wasn’t.
They smoked in silence. Embers rustled in the grate. The only light came from the standard lamp. He wanted to make love to Fenella more than ever. She might even let him if he kept on asking, he thought, but would she say yes out of pity? As a way of saying sorry? Or — and this thought shocked him — because she didn’t much care one way or the other?
He threw the cigarette end into the heart of the fire. ‘I’m definitely not going back to India. I posted the letter yesterday morning. I’ll find something here.’
‘Still in journalism?’
‘Or advertising. I’ve got a few leads.’
‘Will your father help until you get a job?’
He shook his head. ‘He couldn’t, even if he wanted to. He’s got my sisters to think of. Anyway, he’s only got his salary.’ He paused. ‘I’m looking for new digs. Somewhere more central.’
‘Will you be able to manage?’
‘For the time being.’
He had saved a little from his salary in India. His grandmother had left him a hundred pounds when she died last year. He had enough for a few months in London, if not enough to marry on.
‘But I can’t stay where I am. It’s not convenient, and anyway Mrs Rutter’s idea of a square meal is tinned tongue and green slime. I don’t suppose you’d consider …?’
Fenella stood up abruptly. ‘No. I’m sorry. It wouldn’t be decent for you to come and live here, and you know it.’
‘I could pay rent. I could-’ He broke off and ran his fingers through his hair. ‘Sorry. It just seems so damned stupid. These conventions.’
‘You wouldn’t say that if you were a woman, Rory. Can you even begin to imagine what people would say?’ She looked at the clock on the mantel.
‘I’d better go.’ He cleared his throat. He wanted to tell her about Narton and the flat in Bleeding Heart Square, despite what the Sergeant had said. He should also mention the improbably smart young lady who had been at both the house and the cafe.
But she was already on her feet and moving towards the door. Rory felt light-headed when he stood up, as if unhappiness made one dizzy.
‘Are you all right for tomorrow evening still?’ she said.
‘Yes. I suppose so.’
‘I’ve got tickets.’
‘I’m surprised anyone’s willing to pay.’
‘It’s a good cause. And the speaker’s jolly good. I’ve heard him several times before.’
‘I’ll call for you about a quarter past seven, shall I?’
The smell of cooking in the hall reminded him of Smith-field market yesterday afternoon, of meeting Sergeant Narton, of raw meat and blood.
Fenella touched his arm. As he turned back to her, she stood on tiptoe and her lips brushed his cheek.
He wound his scarf around his neck. I’m imagining things, he thought. I’m imagining the smell of unhappiness.
4
You see now Serridge was desperate for money. But it was more complicated than that.
Tuesday, 14 January 1930