something?”
Felix looked round. It was Charis. She had just emerged from the large drawing room to the left of the hall where the presents were being displayed.
“No,” Felix said, indicating the front door. “I thought I might snatch a breath of fresh air.”
Charis smiled. “We haven’t had much of a chance to get acquainted, I’m afraid,” she said. “It’s all been so hectic. In fact we must be off soon or we’ll miss the boat…” she paused. “Gabriel said I should get these,” she held up two silver hip flasks. “They might be useful, he thought, if we went on a picnic.”
“Don’t let me keep you,” Felix said. The thought of Gabriel and Charis on a picnic filled him with an irrational jealousy. He felt a spasm of intense dislike for this dark slim girl pass through his body. What did she know of Gabriel? he asked himself scornfully. How could she possibly know what he was really like?
“Still,” Charis continued breezily, “I expect we’ll get to know each other better. Later.” She paused, clearly a little put out by Felix’s lack of response. “We won’t be far away,” she went on. “The cottage.” She smiled again warmly. “It’ll be so nice to get to know you properly. Gabriel’s told me so much about you.”
She talked on, but Felix was no longer listening. His face felt hot. Gabriel and this girl, talking about him! Gabriel sharing confidences…But Charis had stopped.
“I say, is everything all right, Felix?”
“Yes. Yes of course,” he gave her a light frozen smile, little more than the pushing of his top lip.
She looked at him concernedly. For a second he stared back, noticing her features with a microscopic intensity: her white powdered skin, the faint down of hair in front of her ears, the moist redness at the corner of her eyes, the shine of saliva on her teeth, the blue veins in her throat.
She touched her forehead. “It’s been a long day,” she said with a final effort to be friendly. Then she looked down. “Well, I mustn’t…I suppose I’d better see if Hester’s finished the packing.” She looked up, seeming to have regained her cheery composure.
“I will look forward to living here,” she chattered on. “We’ll have half the summer left, nearly. The three of us. Gabriel, me and you. Now I must run along. See you later, before we go.”
She turned and left. Felix watched her go.
Felix stood with Dr Venables among the other guests outside the front of the house. They were waiting for the departure of the bride and groom. On the gravel before the front door stood the large Siddley-Deasey, its motor running and Cyril sitting in the front seat wearing his chauffeur’s peaked cap. Four heavy pigskin cases had been brought out by servants and strapped to the rack at the rear of the car. The gusty wind had cleared the sky of clouds and a warm afternoon sun shone on the bare heads of the guests and thickened the smoke of the post-prandial cigars.
Felix had composed himself after his ‘fit’ in the hall and had re-established a mood of jaundiced cynicism with which to see out the rest of the day. Nothing Gabriel or his ‘wife’ could do now would affect him in the slightest.
The front door opened and the twin objects of his indifference appeared, flanked by the major and Mrs Cobb. There was a burst of cheering and applause from the guests. As they stepped down onto the gravel, Hattie, Dora and Charles ran up with paper bags of rice and confetti. Little Dora, whose aim was erratic, threw in the stiff-armed lobbing way of young children and hurled a handful of rice full in the major’s face.
The major, who had been on the point of addressing a remark to his wife—and who had his mouth half-open for this purpose—found his eyes, nose and mouth suddenly stung and filled with a scatter of rice grains. He staggered back, whirling round in shock, shaking his head, blinking and spitting, but two or three grains had lodged themselves in his
Felix looked round. It was Charis. She had just emerged from the large drawing room to the left of the hall where the presents were being displayed.
“No,” Felix said, indicating the front door. “I thought I might snatch a breath of fresh air.”
Charis smiled. “We haven’t had much of a chance to get acquainted, I’m afraid,” she said. “It’s all been so hectic. In fact we must be off soon or we’ll miss the boat…” she paused. “Gabriel said I should get these,” she held up two silver hip flasks. “They might be useful, he thought, if we went on a picnic.”
“Don’t let me keep you,” Felix said. The thought of Gabriel and Charis on a picnic filled him with an irrational jealousy. He felt a spasm of intense dislike for this dark slim girl pass through his body. What did she know of Gabriel? he asked himself scornfully. How could she possibly know what he was really like?
“Still,” Charis continued breezily, “I expect we’ll get to know each other better. Later.” She paused, clearly a little put out by Felix’s lack of response. “We won’t be far away,” she went on. “The cottage.” She smiled again warmly. “It’ll be so nice to get to know you properly. Gabriel’s told me so much about you.”
She talked on, but Felix was no longer listening. His face felt hot. Gabriel and this girl, talking about him! Gabriel sharing confidences…But Charis had stopped.
“I say, is everything all right, Felix?”
“Yes. Yes of course,” he gave her a light frozen smile, little more than the pushing of his top lip.
She looked at him concernedly. For a second he stared back, noticing her features with a microscopic intensity: her white powdered skin, the faint down of hair in front of her ears, the moist redness at the corner of her eyes, the shine of saliva on her teeth, the blue veins in her throat.
She touched her forehead. “It’s been a long day,” she said with a final effort to be friendly. Then she looked down. “Well, I mustn’t…I suppose I’d better see if Hester’s finished the packing.” She looked up, seeming to have regained her cheery composure.
“I will look forward to living here,” she chattered on. “We’ll have half the summer left, nearly. The three of us. Gabriel, me and you. Now I must run along. See you later, before we go.”
She turned and left. Felix watched her go.
Felix stood with Dr Venables among the other guests outside the front of the house. They were waiting for the departure of the bride and groom. On the gravel before the front door stood the large Siddley-Deasey, its motor running and Cyril sitting in the front seat wearing his chauffeur’s peaked cap. Four heavy pigskin cases had been brought out by servants and strapped to the rack at the rear of the car. The gusty wind had cleared the sky of clouds and a warm afternoon sun shone on the bare heads of the guests and thickened the smoke of the post-prandial cigars.
Felix had composed himself after his ‘fit’ in the hall and had re-established a mood of jaundiced cynicism with which to see out the rest of the day. Nothing Gabriel or his ‘wife’ could do now would affect him in the slightest.
The front door opened and the twin objects of his indifference appeared, flanked by the major and Mrs Cobb. There was a burst of cheering and applause from the guests. As they stepped down onto the gravel, Hattie, Dora and Charles ran up with paper bags of rice and confetti. Little Dora, whose aim was erratic, threw in the stiff-armed lobbing way of young children and hurled a handful of rice full in the major’s face.
The major, who had been on the point of addressing a remark to his wife—and who had his mouth half-open for this purpose—found his eyes, nose and mouth suddenly stung and filled with a scatter of rice grains. He staggered back, whirling round in shock, shaking his head, blinking and spitting, but two or three grains had lodged themselves in his
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