said she was going out to get her hair done and buy a new dress.”
Dominic lay silent. His diligent fingers lagged on the hem of the sheet. He kept his eyes averted.
“And she said she’d like to come and see you tonight, if you were well enough to have visitors.”
Dominic rolled over and sat up in a flurry of bedclothes, eyes flaring golden. “No! Did she, though? No kidding?” He had clutched at the bright promise with all his might, but caution made him give it a second look. “I suppose you went and told her I had to be kept quiet,” he said suspiciously. They needn’t think he hadn’t heard them talking about him last night, even if he’d been in no mood to argue then.
“I told her there was nothing the matter with you but a swollen head. I don’t suppose she’ll manage to reduce that any,” said George, grinning, “but anyhow she’ll be here about eight o’clock. You’ve got a quarter of an hour to cover the worst ravages.”
Dominic was half out of bed, yelling for Bunty. George tucked him back again firmly, and brought him his new dark green silk dressing-gown, his last birthday present that was too good to be worn except on special occasions. “You stay where you are, and don’t squander your advantages. You look very interesting. Here you are, get busy on the details.” He dropped comb and mirror on Dominic’s bed, and left him to his bliss.
He was already closing the door when Dominic suddenly cried: “Hey!” And when he looked back: “Somebody must have told her about me. I mean, about what I did. Otherwise how would she know, why would she want, , , “
“So they must!” said George. “I wonder who that could be?”
He met Bunty on the stairs, coming up in haste to answer her fledgling’s agitated cheeping. George spread his arms suddenly, on an impulse of gratitude and relief for which he didn’t trouble to seek a reason, and swung her off her feet. He kissed her in mid-air, and put her down gently on the landing above him. She kissed him back warmly before she fled. She didn’t know which of them she was sorrier for; but she knew they were both going to survive. George’s heart, as a matter of fact, was lighter than she supposed; it had not occurred to him until this morning that he’d been so full of pride and excitement and joy for Dominic that he had somehow mislaid the sting of jealousy that belonged to himself.
Bunty was more respectful than George had been to her son’s passionate and unaccustomed concern with his appearance. She didn’t smile about it, she was as much in earnest as Dominic himself, though she did tend to go about it in a way that made him feel about seven years old. She brought him George’s Paisley silk scarf and tied a beautiful cravat for him; and he was too agitated to resent her attentions provided they produced the desired result, and submitted to having his face sponged and his hair brushed like a convalescent child.
“Now you’re not to make her too excited,” said Bunty artfully, busy with the comb, “because you must remember she’s been through a lot, and she may be easily upset. You be calm and gentle with her, and she’ll be all right.” She was rewarded by feeling him put the trembling tension away from him very firmly, and draw a deep, steadying breath that rilled him down to his toes.
Kitty came prompt to her hour. She was thinner and paler than when he had last seen her, and she wore that small, rueful smile of hers with a kind of wonder, as though she had rediscovered it after a long separation. She had done him proud. The new dress was a rough silk suit of a colour somewhere between honey and amber. The soft, floating motion of the sheaves of fair hair testified to the care someone had spent on the new hair-do, and the scent that shook out of it when she moved her head was enough to turn his. She sat by his bed and stretched out those splendid long legs in their almost invisible nylons, and looked at the toes of her absurd, fragile shoes, and then at Dominic.
A moment of shyness hung over them both like an iridescent bubble, while they held their breath for fear of breaking more than the silence. Then she suddenly wrinkled her nose at him and grinned, and he knew that it was all right, that it had all been worthwhile. The shadow hadn’t lifted, the grin didn’t ring quite true, not yet; but the time was coming when it would, and if not for him, then by his gift.
“What am I to say to you?” said Kitty. “It just shows you a good deed really is its own reward. If I hadn’t rashly taken a fit to give away a pint of my blood I might never have met you, and then where would I have been? Strictly up the creek!”
“They’d have found out without me,” said Dominic, humbled. “Dad was on the right lines as it turned out, only I didn’t know it. That’s the way I am, big-headed. I thought nobody was working at it properly but me.” What would George have thought, or Bunty, if they could have heard him now? Adulation from Kitty made him want to go on his knees and confess all the things that least satisfied him in himself, and beg forgiveness for not being more adequate, and shout with joy at the same time because she saw him as so much more likeable and fine than he really was.
“I know the way you are,” said Kitty positively. “You’re sure you feel all right now? No pain? Nothing?”
“I’m absolutely fit, only they won’t let me get up until tomorrow. And what about you?”
“Oh, I’m fine. I lost ten pounds in gaol,” said Kitty, and the grin was warmer and more sure of itself this time. “That’s what they call looking on the bright side. Don’t I look all right?”
“You look marvellous,” said Dominic with unguarded farvour.
“Good! This is all for you.” She leaned forward, playing with the pleated edging of his eiderdown. “I wanted to tell you about my plans, Dominic. You’re the first person I am telling. About all that money. I don’t want it. What I should like to do is just to refuse it, but before I do I have to make sure that if I do it will go to Leslie. Otherwise I shall have to accept it and find the best means of transferring it to Leslie and Jean afterwards. I’m determined they shall have it, it’s just a question of which is the best way to arrange it. I’m going to see Ray Shelley about it tomorrow.”
“Leslie won’t want to take it,” said Dominic, rather hesitantly because his knowledge of Leslie was so new that it seemed cheek to presume to instruct her in what he would or would not do.
“No, I know he won’t. But I think he’ll do it, because he won’t want to make me unhappy.” She had almost said “more unhappy than I am”; the boy was so grave and so sweet and so altogether a darling that it was hard work remembering that he was in a position to suffer, too. “And I think Jean will let him, for the same reason. And as for me, I’m going away. If they want me for the trial I suppose I shall have to stay until that’s over, but after that I’m going right away. I couldn’t live here any more, Dominic, not now.”
She lifted her head, and the great purple-brown eyes looked into his, and he saw her there immured within the crystal of her loneliness, and felt the wonderful burden of responsibility for her settle upon his shoulders. Who else was ever going to get her out?
“Yes,” he said, swallowing the heart that seemed to have grown too big for his breast, “I can understand that.
