language, Ermentrude.'
'That is very rude, Professor,' said Emmy coldly, and was glad that there was a call which kept her busy for a few moments. Presently she turned her head cautiously. The professor had gone.
I shall probably get the sack, she reflected. The idea hung like a shadow over her for the rest of the day. By the time she was relieved, Authority hadn't said anything, but probably in the morning there would be a letter waiting for her, giving her a month's notice.
She went slowly to the entrance, wondering if a written apology to the professor would be a good idea. She began to compose it in her head, pausing on her way to get the words right so that the professor had plenty of time to overtake her as she crossed the entrance hall. He came to a halt in front of her so that she bounced against his waistcoat. Emmy, being Emmy, said at once, 'I'm composing a letter of apology to you, sir, although I really don't see why I should.'
'I don't see why you should either,' he told her. 'What were you going to put in it?'
'Well-'Dear sir', of course, to start with, and then something about being sorry for my impertinence.'
'You consider that you were impertinent?' he wanted to know.
'Good heavens, no, but if I don't apologise I dare say I'll get the sack for being rude or familiar or something.'
She received an icy stare. 'You have a poor opinion of me, Ermentrude.'
She made haste to put things right. 'No, no, I think you are very nice…' She paused. 'Oh, dear, I'll have to think of another word, won't I?' She smiled at him, ignoring the cold eyes. 'But you are nice! I suppose I could call you handsome or sexy…'
He held up a large hand. 'Spare my blushes, Ermentrude. Let us agree, if possible, on nice. I can assure you, though, that you are in no danger of being dismissed.'
'Oh, good. The money's useful at home, you know.'
Which presumably was why she was dressed in less than eye-catching fashion.
'The matter being cleared up, I'll drive you home. It's on my way.'
'No, it's not. Thank you very much, though; I can catch a bus…'
The professor, not in the habit of being thwarted, took her arm and walked her through the door.
In the car he asked, 'What are you doing with your evening? Meeting the boyfriend, going to a cinema, having a meal?'
She glanced at him. He was looking ahead, not smiling.
'Me? Well, I haven't got a boyfriend, so I won't be going to the cinema or out for a meal. Mother and Father are home, so we'll have supper and take George for a walk and see to Snoodles and the kitten. And we'll talk…' She added, 'We like talking.'
When he didn't answer she asked, 'Are you going to have a pleasant evening, Professor?'
'I am taking my finacйe to Covent Garden to the ballet, and afterwards we shall have supper somewhere. I do not care for the ballet.'
'Well, no, I dare say men don't. But supper will be fun-especially as it's with your fiancйe. Somewhere nice-I mean, fashionable…'
'Indeed, yes.'
Something in his voice made her ask, 'Don't you like going out to supper, either?' She wanted to ask about his fiancйe but she didn't dare-besides, the thought of him getting married made her feel vaguely unhappy.
'It depends where it is eaten and with whom. I would enjoy taking a dog for a long walk in one of the parks and eating my supper…' He paused. 'Afterwards.' Which hadn't been what he had wanted to say.
'That's easy. Get a dog. You could both take it for a walk in the evenings and then go home and have a cosy supper together.'
The professor envisaged Anneliese tramping round Hyde Park and then returning to eat her supper in his company. No dressing up, no waiters, no other diners to admire her-his mind boggled.
He said slowly, 'I will get a dog. From Battersea Dogs Home. Will you come with me and help me choose him, Ermentrude?'
'Me? I'd love to, but what about your fiancйe?'
'She returns to Holland in a few days.'
'Oh, well, all right. It'll be a lovely surprise for her when she comes back to see you again.'
'It will certainly be a surprise,' said the professor.
He dropped her off at her house with a casual nod and a goodnight, and began to drive to his own home. I must be out of my mind, he reflected. Anneliese will never agree to a dog, and certainly not to long walks with it. What is it about Ermentrude which makes me behave with such a lack of good sense? And why do I enjoy being with her when I have Anneliese?
Later that evening, after the ballet, while they were having supper, he deliberately talked about Ermentrude, telling Anneliese something of the bomb scare, mentioning the kitten.
Anneliese listened smilingly. 'Darling, how like you to bother about some little girl just because she got scared with that bomb. She sounds very dull. Is she pretty?'
'No.'
'I can just imagine her-plain and mousy and badly dressed. Am I right?'
'Yes. She has a pretty voice, though. A useful attribute in her particular job.'
'I hope she's grateful to you. I mean, for a girl like that it must be a great uplift to be spoken to by you.'
The professor said nothing to that. He thought it unlikely that Ermentrude had experienced any such feeling. Her conversation had been invariably matter-of-fact and full of advice. As far as she was concerned he was just another man.
He smiled at the thought, and Anneliese said, 'Shall we talk about something else? I find this girl a bit boring.'
Never that, thought the professor. Though unable to hold a candle to Anneliese's beauty. If circumstances had not thrown them together briefly, he would never have noticed her. All the same he smiled a little, and Anneliese, despite feeling quite confident of Ruerd's regard for her, decided there and then to do something about it.
Emmy told her mother and father about going to Battersea Dogs Home with the professor.
'When does the professor intend to marry?' asked her mother.
'I've no idea. He doesn't talk about it, and I couldn't ask him. We only talk about things which don't matter.' She sighed. 'I expect he'll tell me when he's got the time to choose a dog.'
But although he wished her good morning and good evening each day, that was all. He didn't ask after the kitten either.
It was towards the end of the next week when Emmy came back from her dinner break and found someone waiting for her. After one look she knew who it was: the professor's fiancйe; she had to be. He would, she thought, decide for nothing less than this beautiful creature with the perfect hairdo and the kind of clothes any woman could see at a glance had cost a small fortune.
She said, 'Can I help? Do you want the professor?'
'You know who I am?'
Emmy said diffidently, 'Well, not exactly, but Professor ter Mennolt mentioned that his fiancйe was staying in London and-and you're exactly how I imagined you would be.'
'And what was that?' Anneliese sounded amused.
'Quite beautiful and splendidly dressed.' Emmy smiled. 'I'll show you where you can wait while I try and get him for you.'
'Oh, I don't wish to see him. He was telling me about the bomb scare here and what an unpleasant experience it was for everyone. He told me about you, too.' She gave a little laugh. 'I would have known you anywhere from his description-plain and mousy and badly dressed. Oh, dear, I shouldn't have said that. Forgive me-my silly
