joanna southwood said, "and suppose he's a terrible tough?"
linnet shook her head. "oh, he won't be. i can trust jacqueline's taste."
joanna murmured, "ah, but people don't run true to form in love affairs."
linnet shook her head impatiently. then she changed the subject. "i must go and see mr pierce
about those plans!"
"plans?"
"yes, some dreadful insanitary old cottages. i'm having them pulled down and the people moved."
"how sanitary and public-spirited of you, darling!"
"they'd have had to go anyway. those cottages would have overlooked my new swimming pool."
"do the people who lived in them like going?"
"most of them are delighted. one or two are being rather stupid about it - really tiresome in fact.
they don't seem to realize how vastly improved their living conditions will be!"
"but you're being quite high-handed about it, i presume."
"my dear joanna, it's to their advantage really."
"yes, dear, i'm sure it is. compulsory benefit."
linnet frowned. joanna laughed.
"come now, you are a tyrant, admit it. a beneficent tyrant if you like!"
"i'm not the least bit a tyrant."
"but you like your own way!"
"not especially."
"linnet ridgeway, can you look me in the face and tell me of any one occasion on which you've
failed to do exactly as you wanted?"
"heaps of times."
"oh, yes, 'heaps of times' - just like that - but no concrete example. and you simply can't think up
one, darling, however hard you try! the triumphal progress of linnet ridgeway in her golden car."
linnet said sharply, "you think i'm selfish?"
"no - just irresistible. the combined effect of money and charm. everything goes down before
you. what you can't buy with cash you buy with a smile. result: linnet ridgeway, the girl who
has everything."
"don't be ridiculous, joanna!"
"well, haven't you got everything?"
"i suppose i have... it sounds rather disgusting, somehow!"
"of course it's disgusting, darling! you'll probably get terribly bored and blasé by and by. in the
meantime, enjoy the triumphal progress in the golden car. only i wonder, i really do wonder, what
will happen when you want to go down a street which has a board up saying 'no thoroughfare.'"
"don't be idiotic, joanna." as lord windlesham joined them, linnet said, turning to him, "joanna
is saying the nastiest things to me."
"all spite, darling, all spite," said joanna vaguely as she got up from her seat. she made no
apology for leaving them. she had caught the glint in windlesham's eye.
he was silent for a minute or two. then he went straight to the point.
"have you come to a decision, linnet?"
linnet said slowly: "am i being a brute? i suppose, if i'm not sure, i ought to say 'no' -"
he interrupted her.
"don't say it. you shall have time - as much time as you want. but i think, you know, we should
be happy together."
"you see," linnet's tone was apologetic, almost childish, "i'm enjoying myself so much -
especially with all this." she waved a hand. "i wanted to make wode hall into my real ideal of a
country house, and i do think i've got it nice, don't you?"
"it's beautiful. beautifully planned. everything perfect. you're very clever, linnet."
he paused a minute and went on: "and you like charltonbury, don't you? of course it wants
modernizing and all that - but you're so clever at that sort of thing. you'd enjoy it."
"why, of course, charltonbury's divine."
she spoke with ready enthusiasm, but inwardly she was conscious of a sudden chill. an alien note
had sounded, disturbing her complete satisfaction with life. she did not analyse the feeling at the
moment, but later, when windlesham had gone into the house, she tried to probe into the recesses
of her mind. charltonbury - yes, that was it - she had resented the mention of charltonbury. but
why? charltonbury was modestly famous. windlesham's ancestors had held it since the time of
elizabeth. to be mistress of charltonbury was a position unsurpassed in society. windlesham was
one of the most desirable partis in england.
naturally he couldn't take wode seriously... it was not in any way to be compared with
charltonbury.
ah, but wode was hers! she had seen it, acquired it, rebuilt and re-dressed it, lavished money on
it. it was her own possession - her kingdom.
but in a sense it wouldn't count if she married windlesham. what would they want with two
country places? and of the two, naturally wode hall would be the one to be given up.
she, linnet ridgeway, wouldn't exist any longer. she would be countess of windlesham, bringing
a fine dowry to charltonbury and its master. she would be queen consort, not queen any longer.
"i'm being ridiculous," said linnet to herself.
but it was curious how she did hate the idea of abandoning wode...
and wasn't there something else nagging at her?
jackie's voice with that queer blurred note in it saying: "i shall die if i can't marry him! i shall die.
i shall die..."
so positive, so earnest. did she, linnet, feel like that about windlesham?
assuredly she didn't. perhaps she could never feel like that about anyone. it must be - rather
wonderful - to feel like that...
the sound of a car came through the open window.
linnet shook herself impatiently. that must be jackie and her young man. she'd go out and meet
them.
she was standing in the open doorway as jacqueline and simon doyle got out of the car.
"linnet!" jackie ran to her. "this is simon. simon, here's linnet. she's just the most wonderful
person in the world."
linnet saw a tall, broad-shouldered young man, with very dark blue eyes, crisply curling brown
hair, a square chin and a boyish, appealingly simple smile...
she stretched out a hand. the hand that clasped hers was firm and warm... she liked the way he
looked at her, the naпve genuine admiration.
jackie had told him she was wonderful, and he clearly thought that she was wonderful...
a warm sweet feeling of intoxication ran through her veins.
"isn't this all lovely?" she said. "come in, simon, and let me welcome my new land agent
properly."
and as she turned to lead the way she thought: "i'm frightfully - frightfully happy. i like jackie's
young man... i like him enormously..."
and then with a sudden pang, "lucky jackie."
