There was a long moment of excruciating silence. "Kats did, you know." Julia was sitting perfectly still, gazing unseeingly straight down the drive. "School, parties, clubs; nobody even knew I existed. Not with her there. Her bust, her legs, God, even her voice is total audio-sex." She sniffed, blinking furiously, neck still rigid. "Do you know why I grew my hair so long? Do you? Because boys like a girl with long hair. Somebody told me that when I was eleven, and I've never had it cut since. I thought it would give me a chance, because there's nothing else to attract them. But of course her hair's long too, and shiny blonde." Julia turned to look straight at him, unrepentant, hot determination shining bright in her mind. "All I've got is my brains. And if brains is the only way I can grab hold of a boy, then by God that's how I'll grab one. And there's nobody, not you, not Grandpa, nobody, who is going to tell me different!"

Greg could see how much pain and loneliness was bottled up behind those stubborn eyes. That was something about her he'd misunderstood, assuming it was brattish cattiness which had provided the motivation behind her conniving. The spoilt rich kid who didn't get the treat she wanted, planning silent revenge on those who'd denied her.

"Oh, Julia, Julia, what are we going to do with you? If you'd sat down and tried to come up with a more harmful own goal you couldn't have found anything worse than giving Katerina to Kendric."

"I realise that now," she said miserably. "But how was I to know anyone walking round Wilholm could work out what Grandpa intended, or that Kats would be so willing to tell Kendric."

He winced inwardly. "She doesn't have a lot of choice."

"There's something you didn't mention, isn't there? About Kats. I never expected her to stay with Kendric for more than a day or two; not with Hermione insisting on her share. My God, you just can't get any more hetero than Kats. That's why I never felt any remorse, you see. As if one more man would make any difference to her. She said she had her first boy at thirteen. Thirteen! I just wanted their fling to last long enough to disillusion Adrian. But sticking it out like this is way out of character for Kats."

The sprinklers began to die down outside the Duo, leaving the whole front garden glistening under a glacé patina. Tall chrysanthemum stems bowed under the weight of the crystalline droplets which mottled their big bulbous flowers.

"Have you ever heard of something called phyltre?" Greg asked.

She came as near to embarrassment as he'd ever seen her. "I remember someone mentioning the name once. Some sort of drug?" she said distantly.