disappointment when I realized it was only Jeremy.
‘Hullo,’ he said sulkily, sitting down beside me. ‘Are you feeling better?’
‘Yes thank you.’
‘Gareth gets all the luck. Why don’t you feel faint when I’m around? I wouldn’t have minded bringing you back here on your own and putting you to bed.’
Something in his voice pulled me up sharply. ‘I felt faint,’ I snapped.
‘And I’m sure Gareth made you feel better. His restorative powers are notorious, you know.’
‘It wasn’t like that,’ I said angrily. ‘If two people absolutely don’t fancy each other, it’s Gareth and me.’
‘So you keep telling me,’ he said. ‘I’m wondering if the lady isn’t protesting a bit too much.’
‘Breakfast’s ready,’ said Gareth, appearing suddenly in the doorway.
‘I don’t want any,’ I said, blushing scarlet and wondering how much of our conversation he’d heard.
Jeremy got to his feet.
‘I’ll come back and talk to you when I’ve had mine,’ he said, following Gareth down the steps.
Two minutes later Gareth reappeared.
‘Here’s your breakfast,’ he said, dropping four Alka Seltzers into a glass of water. He waited until the white discs had completely dissolved, then handed me the glass.
‘Thank you,’ I muttered, quite unable to meet his eyes. ‘I’m sorry about last night.’
‘Skip it,’ he said. ‘Everyone makes a bloody fool of themselves from time to time.’
‘But you stopped everyone else finding out. I thought. .’
‘. . I’d go back and tell everyone you’d puked your guts out. I’m not that much of a sod.’
I looked at him for the first time. He looked very tired; there were dark rings under his eyes. I wondered what he and Lorna had been up to last night. It was as though he’d read my thought.
‘Lorna’s coming over for lunch,’ he said. ‘She’s dying to meet you again. She’s still at the age when she’s immensely impressed by beautiful women.’
Wow, that was a backhander.
‘I’ll attempt not to disappoint her,’ I said, trying to keep the resentment out of my voice.
He laughed. ‘Don’t pout, it doesn’t suit you.’
The Alka Seltzers eased my headache to a dull throb. I wished it could have as easily cured my heart.
Lorna arrived about twelve-thirty. She’d taken a great deal of trouble with her appearance and was wearing a rust coloured T-shirt which matched her hair. She looked very pretty, but somehow I thought she’d looked more attractive when she’d roared in on us unawares the day before.
‘Hullo,’ she said, sitting down on the deck beside me, ‘I’m sorry we didn’t have time to talk yesterday and that you felt horrible. Mummy always forgets to open any windows. Everyone was so disappointed you went. All the men were wild about you, and everyone who rang up to thank us this morning wanted to know who you were.’ Her voice was suddenly wistful. ‘The country hasn’t seen anything as gorgeous as you in a hundred years.’
Suddenly I found myself liking her. I realized there was no bitchy motive behind her remarks, just genuine admiration.
‘I’m afraid my dress was a bit
She shook her head violently. ‘Oh no, they thought you were wonderful. It’s typical of Gareth to turn up with someone like you. I always knew he would in the end. I’ve had a crush on him for years, you see. I’d always hoped he’d wait for me, but now he’s got you.’
‘Oh no he hasn’t,’ I said quickly. ‘There’s nothing between us at all. We’d never met before this weekend. I’m Gussie’s friend. We were at school together.’
‘You were?’ Her face brightened. ‘Then you and Gareth aren’t. .?’
‘Not at all. He just discovered I was feeling bloody and brought me home.’
‘Oh,’ she said happily. ‘That does cheer me up. I do wish I could do something romantic like fainting when he’s around, but I’m far too healthy.’
I laughed wryly. She wouldn’t have enjoyed what I’d endured last night.
‘Mind you,’ she went on confidingly, ‘he did kiss me on the way home last night. But then I expect he kisses most girls.’
The sun was making me feel sick again. I moved into the shade. She asked me endless questions about my life in London and the people I knew.
‘Do you actually know Mick Jagger?’ She couldn’t hear enough about it.
‘I’m coming to London soon. I’ve just finished a typing course, and I’ve got to look for a job.’
‘Come and stay,’ I was amazed to find myself saying. ‘My flat’s huge. You can have a bed for as long as you like.’
‘Goodness,’ she went all pink. ‘May I really? It’d be marvellous, just for a few days until I find somewhere. And I wonder, could you tell me the best place to buy clothes? I mean my mother’s super, but she’s never been much help in that way.’
A moment later, when we were joined by the others, she immediately told Gareth I’d asked her to come and stay. I expected him to discourage her, but he merely said, ‘Good idea, why not?’
Why had I done it, I wondered, as I escaped to help with lunch. Was I trying to prove that I could be nice occasionally, or was I unconsciously trying to impress Gareth by getting on with one of his friends, or was it merely that I wanted to keep some link with him, however tenuous, after tonight?
I had a great deal of difficulty forcing anything down at lunch. I couldn’t even smoke, which is a sign of approaching death with me. I was paralysed with shyness by Gareth’s presence. Every time he looked at me I jerked my eyes away. Why couldn’t I bring any of the old magic into play? Glancing sideways from under my lashes, letting my hair fall over my eyes, pulling up my skirt to show more leg, leaning forward so he could see down my shirt, which would always be buttoned a couple of inches too low. Overnight I’d suddenly become as gauche as a teenager. I didn’t even know what to do with my mouth — like the first time one wears lipstick.
To make matters worse, Jeremy was watching me like a warder. He no longer held any charm for me; he was so anxious to please, he’d lost all the lazy, take-it-or-leave-it manner that I’d found so irresistible a week ago. Immediately we’d finished eating, I leapt up to do the washing up. Anything to get away from that highly charged atmosphere.
‘Leave it,’ said Jeremy. ‘For goodness sake, Octavia, relax.’
‘What a bore we’re going back to London tonight,’ grumbled Gussie. ‘It’s been such a lovely restful weekend.’
A smile flickered across Gareth’s face.
‘You must have so much planning to do for the wedding,’ Lorna said. ‘I love weddings.’
Jeremy’s leg suddenly pressed against mine. I moved it away.
‘Your hair’s gone a fantastic colour in the sun,’ he said.
‘Is it natural, I can’t remember?’ said Gussie.
I was about to say ‘yes’ — I’d never admitted to anyone before that it was dyed — when I caught Gareth’s eye and, for some strange reason, changed my mind.
‘Well, let’s say my hairdresser helps it along a bit.’
Gussie picked up a daisy chain she’d been making. The threaded flowers were already wilting on the table. Lorna looked out of the porthole at the heat-soaked landscape. Any moment one felt the dark trees might move towards us.
‘It’s like one of those days people remember as the end of something,’ she said, ‘The last before the war, the day the king died.’
Gussie split another daisy stalk open. ‘Don’t frighten me, you make me think something frightful will happen tonight.’
A mulberry-coloured cloud had hidden the sun.
‘I think it’s going to thunder,’ said Jeremy.
Gussie put the daisy chain over his head. It was too small and rested like a coronet on his blond hair. He pushed it away irritably.
‘Oh, you’ve broken it,’ wailed Gussie.
I couldn’t stand the tension any longer. I got to my feet and stretched.
