Chapters (32)
- Title Page
- Acknowledgements
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
Fortunately Belinda was out for the evening when I returned the garments to her. I went home to find that Fig had gone to bed and I curled up in my own bed, feeling thoroughly miserable. It seemed there was nobody I could trust anymore and in the darkness my suspicions ran riot. It was Belinda who had sat beside me on that boat. I seemed to remember that she had bent to straighten her stocking at some point. Could she have tied that rope around my ankle? But why?
In the morning I found that Fig had turned the boiler down to a level at which lukewarm water came out of the hot taps. Not that I fancied having a bath any longer anyway. I looked forward to a few days of luxury—extravagant meals, warm house, amusing guests, and all I had to do for once was keep an eye on a certain American woman. I took the invitation from my mantelpiece and was reminded that there was to be a fancy dress ball. I had neither time nor money to hire an expensive outfit at the moment so I hacked at the skirt of the maid’s uniform I had been wearing until it came up above my knee, found a white frilly apron, and decided to go as a French maid. Ooh la la.
I tried on the outfit and was rather pleased with my task when the doorbell rang. I answered it without thinking and found Tristram standing there. He opened his mouth in surprise. “Oh, I say, it’s you, Georgie. I thought you’d got a new maid.”
“I’d never hire anyone who wore her skirts this length,” I said, laughing. “It’s for a fancy dress ball. I’m a French maid. What do you think?”
“Rather fetching,” he said. “But you need fishnet stockings and high heels to complete the picture.”
“Good idea. I’ll go out and buy a pair today.”
“It’s for the Mountjoys’ do, I suppose.”
“You know about the Mountjoys’ house party?”
“Rather. I’ve been invited too.”
“I didn’t realize you knew the Mountjoys.”
“It’s obvious, really, with their place only a stone’s throw from Eynsleigh. I used to play with the Mountjoy sons.”
“The Mountjoys have sons?” This weekend might turn out to be quite promising after all.
“Both away, so I gather. Robert is in India and Richard is at Dartmouth.” (These came out as “Wobert” and “Wichard,” naturally.) “Navy family, you know. I came to ask you if you’d like a wide down to their place tomorrow. I’ve managed to borrow a car.”
“How very kind of you. Thank you very much. I was wondering how I’d get there.”