homework.
âWhoâs he?.â asked Henry unwarily.
ââHeâ is a village in Kent,â said Dottie. âItâs full of antique shops. Super onesâI drove out there the other day. Itâs a lot further from London than this, but people flock there to buy antiques.â
âDealers.â
âNot only.
And
it has a modern fancy-goods shop, which the locals now go toâthriving. Itâs all imported stuff there, too. Ours would be local products, cheaper,
nicer
. And thinkâweâd be helping to prevent local crafts from dying out. I read somewhere that thereâs hardly anybody left who knows how to make real rocking-horses any more.â
âWhat about all those ones in toy-shops?â
âFactory made,â said Dottie scornfully, as if they were somehow fakes.
âAnd very nice too,â said Henry unexpectedly. âI hope youâre not going to turn your nose up at everything that hasnât been turned out by some doddering old bugger sitting on a sunny bench whittling away with a bowie-knife.â I snorted into my brandy and received a frosty look from Dottie.
âWhatâs wrong with that?â she asked him.
âEverything. Iâve no objection to a few bits of handicrafts dotted around the place, but the main bulk of the stockâs obviously got to be manufactured. I may as well tell you,â he went on, now warming upâit seemed to be a side effect of the glassesââthat if I go into thisâ
if
, I saidâIâm going into it as an investment. I got this bit of money by working damn hard for it and thereâs no more where that came from; Iâm not planning to chuck it away on any airy-fairy artsy-craftsy nonsense. Iâll have another of those,â he said to me, passing his glass.
âHelp yourself,â I said admiringly, passing him his bottle. Hedid so, liberally, while Dottie gazed at him with totally new eyes.
âI think Iâll have another one too,â she said faintly.
âYou shouldnât drink so much,â he said.
Dottie was now flabbergasted. âWho says so?â she asked dangerously.
âI do. Itâs not womanly.â
âDonât talk cock,â said Dottie distinctly.
This shocked him into temporary silence. Dottie reached for the brandy and deliberately poured herself a fair old tot. I couldnât help finding all this by-play very amusing, and was watching it with a faintly maternal smile when Henry suddenly turned the full force of his new-found belligerency on to me.
âAnd what about you?â he said. âYouâre keeping dead quiet, I notice. Whatâs your contribution to all this going to be?â
âI donât really know,â I said pleasantly. âWork, I should think. You know, nothing skilledâjust black-work. Thereâs bound to be some of that, isnât there?â
âThereâs black-work behind every success,â said Henry tersely. âI know. Iâve done some.â Clue! But it didnât lead to anything. It seemed Henry was an early retirer, because although it was only just on midnight he suddenly jumped up and said, âHere, itâs late! I want to get up early tomorrow and I must get my sleep. Can you show me my bed?â
âThatâs it youâve been sitting on,â I said.
âOh, well, thatâs fine,â he said, and stood rather awkwardly waiting for us to take ourselves off. I brought him sheets and blankets and showed him the downstairs loo and then Dottie and I went up to my room feeling rather ousted; if weâd been alone weâd have undoubtedly sat talking for another couple of hours at least.
âThereâs more to that one than I thought,â said Dottie rather grimly as we closed the door of Davidâs room behind us.
âWho, David?â I asked wickedly.
âNo. âEnnery.â
âDid you think he was just
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