‘Let me know if you’re frightened and I’ll go a bit faster,’ said Gareth.
I stared stonily ahead.
‘Oh pack it in, lovely; stop sulking. We’ve got to spend the weekend together, we might as well call a truce.’
‘Why didn’t you let me go earlier with the others?’
‘Because I couldn’t resist it — I wanted to annoy you. Never mind, I’ll buy you a nice dinner.’
‘I don’t want any dinner.’
‘All right, then, you can watch me eat.’
He pulled in at an hotel beyond Henley. It was obviously very expensive. Waiters were flambeeing ducks all over the place and the menus had no prices on them. I suddenly realized I hadn’t eaten all day and found my mouth was watering.
Gareth grinned at me. ‘Come on, eat; you might as well.’
‘Oh, all right,’ I said.
Reluctantly I had to admit the food was excellent.
‘I always eat well,’ he said.
‘So I notice,’ I said, looking at his waistline.
He roared with laughter. ‘I suppose you like little mini boys with hip measurements in single figures, but as Freddie Trueman once said, it takes a big hammer to drive a big nail.’
‘Don’t be disgusting,’ I snapped.
His table manners were atrocious. Somehow he managed to eat very fast and talk at the same time. Now he was draining butter out of his snail shells with a sound like water running out of the bath. God, it was hot in the restaurant. I was pouring with sweat but I could hardly take my blazer off.
‘I had lunch with Jeremy, yesterday,’ he said, wiping butter off his chin.
‘Oh, I’m surprised you found the time.’
‘I always find time for things that matter. I think I’ve found them a house.’
‘That’s clever of you,’ I said coolly. ‘Whereabouts?’
‘Kensington, round the corner from me.’
‘How can they afford it? Jeremy hasn’t got that kind of money.’
‘But Gussie has. She’s going to buy the house.’
‘Jeremy’d loathe that.’
‘Not now, he doesn’t. I’ve managed to persuade him how sensible it is. They can let out the bottom floor which will pay off the mortgage, and it means they can get married next month instead of waiting until November.’
His face had that dreamy far-away look of a volcano that has just devastated entire villages. I wanted to kick his teeth in but I was determined not to betray any emotion.
‘They must be thrilled,’ I said.
‘Yes they are. I expect Gussie’ll ask you to be a bridesmaid.’
I couldn’t speak for rage. I was glad when the pretty waitress came over. ‘Everything all right sir?’ She smiled at him admiringly.
‘Marvellous.’ He looked her over in a way that made me even angrier.
‘How much further have we got to go?’ I asked as we got back into the car.
‘Twenty, thirty miles, not more.’
The stars were of Mediterranean splendour now, the newly cut hay smelt sweet, feathery moths were held prisoner in the beams of the powerful headlights. The air, cool at fast speeds, grew hot again whenever Gareth slowed down to take a corner. We were driving past the Reedminster fly over now.
‘Look,’ said Gareth, pointing upwards. On a huge floodlit placard was written the word ‘Llewellyns’.
‘You?’ I said, in surprise.
‘Me. I’ll be bigger than Taylor Woodrow one day.’
‘Quite the boy wonder. Why do you go on working so hard? You’ve made your packet. Why’s it so important to make more money?’
‘Oh lovely, you must be weak in the head. For heaven’s sake, if you play a game, even if it’s only scrabble, you want to win don’t you?’
‘And it matters so much to you, the winning?’
‘Of course it does, why not have a Lamborghini and a Rolls Royce and a nice house in London, and a villa in France? And if you can throw in a few good paintings, a string of race horses, the odd yacht in the Med, well bully for you.’
‘It’s status symbols that really matter to you don’t they?’
‘And to you too,’ said Gareth. ‘More than anyone, you need a sybaritic existence with different guys to take you to trendy restaurants, buy you fur coats, fly you to all the smart places. It wouldn’t amuse you at all to be shackled to a poor man.’
I opened my mouth to protest, but he went on.
‘Jeremy’s the same. He’s lucky to be marrying Gus, who’s got some bread.’
‘Jeremy’ll make money out of writing,’ I said quickly.
‘Nuts! He can’t write “bum” on a wall. I bet you don’t understand a word of those poems of his you claim to be so fond of, and do you know why? It’s because there isn’t anything in them
‘I can only assume you must be jealous of his talent,’ I said furiously.
‘Oh, don’t be pompous, sweetheart. There’s far more poetry in those blue eyes of his than there is in any of his verse.’
‘I thought you were supposed to be a friend of his?’
‘So I am, but I believe in doing practical things for him like getting him somewhere to live, rather than swooning over his tin-pot poetry.’
I didn’t trust myself to speak. Gareth said, ‘We’ll be there in ten minutes.’
I started to do my face.
He flicked on a spotlight to help me, then said, ‘Go easy on the warpaint.’
‘Why?’ I asked, painting a more seductive curve on my bottom lip.
‘Because Jeremy belongs to Gussie.’
‘And?’
‘You’ve come down with the sole purpose of getting him away from her.’
‘I don’t know what you mean.’
‘Oh yes you do. That performance you two were putting on the other night, not speaking to each other when anyone else was around, rushing together as soon as you were alone. I heard you both: “Oh darling, we shall have to rely on self-control.”’
It was a brilliant imitation of my voice.
‘Gussie is an old friend,’ I said evenly.
‘That’s the trouble, you’re jealous of her.’
‘Jealous. Me jealous of Gussie? You must be joking!’
‘Because, despite your looks, people love her more than they do you.’
‘That’s not true,’ I said through gritted teeth. ‘Gussie is a friend and I couldn’t be less interested in Jeremy.’
‘Good,’ said Gareth amiably. ‘Keep it that way then. Here we are.’
He turned off the road down a long woody tunnel. Clenching my hands, I choked back the torrent of rage and fury that was ready to pour out of me. Jeremy’s mad for you, I said to myself, keep calm. Gareth’s just trying to bug you. Gareth stretched.
‘What a marvellous prospect, three whole days of sleep, sex and sun.’
‘It isn’t very likely,’ I hissed, ‘that you’ll get any sex from me.’
‘Not likely at all, unless I ask you for it,’ he said.
Just as I was groping for a really crushing reply, we emerged out of the tunnel and found ourselves almost at the water’s edge. The sky unfurled like a banner cascading with stars. Black hulks of barges darkened the water.
