An Ordinary Girl. Бетти Нилс

into the car, followed by Clive. They had roped the bike onto the roof and Clive, despite his cold, was full of gratitude to everyone. Well, not Sybil. He had taken her measure the moment he had set eyes on her, and why a decent gent like the doctor could be bothered with her he had no idea. He blew his nose loudly and watched her shudder.

      The Bentley held the road nicely, but travelling at a safe speed they wouldn’t reach London before dark. The doctor settled behind the wheel and wished that they had been forced to spend a second night at the vicarage, although he wasn’t sure why.

      CHAPTER TWO

      SYBIL forgot her sulks as they neared London, and she ignored Clive’s cheerful loud voice, too. She said softly, ‘I’m sorry, darling. I did behave badly, didn’t I? But, really, I did feel ill, and it was all so noisy. No one had any time for poor little me—not even you …’

      She gave him a sidelong glance and saw with disquiet that he wasn’t smiling. He was going to be tiresome; she had discovered that he could be. He assumed a remoteness at times which was a bit worrying. She was used to being admired and spoiled and she was uneasily aware that he did neither. Which was her reason for captivating him and—eventually—marrying him. She didn’t love him, but then she didn’t love anyone but herself. She was ambitious, and he had money and enjoyed a growing reputation in his profession, and above all she wanted his unquestioning devotion.

      The doctor didn’t take his eyes off the road. He said evenly, ‘Yes, you did behave badly.’

      Clive thrust a friendly face between them. ‘Can’t blame you, really,’ he said. ‘Not like the rest of us are you? I bet you’ve never done a day’s work in your life. Comes hard, doesn’t it?’

      He trumpeted into his handkerchief and Sybil shrank back into her seat.

      ‘Go away, go away!’ she screeched. ‘I’ll catch your cold.’

      ‘Sorry, I’m sure. Where I come from a cold’s all in a day’s work.’

      ‘Do something, James.’ She sounded desperate.

      ‘My dear, I don’t care to stop the car. What do you wish me to do?’

      ‘Get him out of the car, of course. If I catch a cold I’ll never forgive you.’

      ‘That’s a risk I shall have to take, Sybil, for I don’t intend to stop until we get to your place.’ He added gently, ‘You will feel better once you have had a night’s rest. Can you not look upon it as an adventure?’

      She didn’t reply, and very soon he was threading his way through London streets to stop finally before the terrace of grand houses where Sybil’s parents lived.

      He got out, warned Clive to stay where he was and went with her up the steps. He rang the bell and when a manservant opened the door bade her goodnight.

      ‘Don’t expect to be asked in,’ said Sybil spitefully.

      ‘Well, no,’ said the Professor cheerfully. ‘In any case I must get Clive to his friends.’

      ‘I shall expect you to phone tonight,’ said Sybil, and swept past him.

      Back in the car, the Professor invited Clive to sit beside him. ‘For I’m not quite sure where you want to go.’

      ‘Drop me off at a bus stop,’ said Clive, ‘so’s you can get off home.’

      ‘No question of that. Which end of Hackney do you want? The Bethnal Green end or the Marshes?’

      ‘Cor, you know your London. Bethnal Green end—Meadow Road. End house on the left.’ He added gruffly, ‘Me and my girl, we’ve got engaged, see? We’re having a bit of a party …’

      The doctor drove across the city’s empty Sunday streets and stopped before the end house in a narrow road lined by small brick houses.

      They got the bike down off the roof and Clive said, ‘You will come in for a mo? Not quite your style, but a cuppa might be welcome?’

      The doctor agreed that it would and spent fifteen minutes or so drinking a strong, dark brown drink which he supposed was tea while he made the acquaintance of Clive’s girl and his family.

      It was a pleasant end to a long day, he thought, driving himself home at last.

      Home was a ground-floor flat behind the Embankment overlooking the Thames. The doctor parked the car, and before he could put his key in the house door it was opened by a short sturdy man with grizzled hair and a long, mournful face. Jolly—inaptly named, it had to be admitted—was the manservant whom the doctor had inherited with the flat, along with a charming stone cottage in Berkshire and a croft in the Western Highlands.

      With the respectful familiarity of an old servant Jolly greeted the doctor with some severity. ‘Got caught in all that snow, did you? Car’s not damaged?’

      ‘No, no, Jolly, and nor am I. I’m hungry.’

      ‘I guessed you would be. It’ll be on the table in fifteen minutes.’ He took the doctor’s coat and case from him. ‘Found shelter, did you?’

      ‘Indeed we did. At a place called Nether Ditchling—at the vicarage. Charming people. There were others caught in the snow as well—a houseful.’ He clapped Jolly on the shoulder. ‘I enjoyed every minute of it.’

      ‘Not quite Miss West’s cup of tea. She’s not one for the country.’

      ‘I’m afraid she disliked it, although we were treated with the greatest kindness.’

      He picked up his letters and messages from the tray on the console table. ‘Did you ring the cottage?’

      ‘Yes. Plenty of snow, Mrs Willett says, but she’s snug enough—hopes you’ll be down to see her soon, says George misses you.’

      The Professor was going down the hall to this study. ‘I’ll try and go next weekend. George could do with a good walk and so could I.’

      Presently he ate the splendid meal Jolly had ready, then went back to his study to consider his week’s work ahead. He had fully intended to phone Sybil, but by the time he remembered to do so it was too late. He would find time in the morning.

      It was gone midnight before he went to his bed and he didn’t sleep at once. He had enjoyed his weekend and he had enjoyed meeting Philomena. He smiled at the memory of her small figure bundled in that old hooded cape—and there had been a feeling when they had met—as though they had known each other for a long time …