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"Still, she's got to do something."

"So they say nowadays."

"And I'd like her to meet people."

"Blast and curse and damn that nettle," said Mr. Baldock, shaking an injured hand. "People? What d'you mean by people? Crowds? Employers? Other girls? Young men?"

"I suppose really I mean young men."

Mr. Baldock chuckled.

"She's not doing too badly down here. That mother's boy, Robin, at the vicarage seems to be making sheep's eyes at her, young Peter has got it badly, and even Edward Westbury has started putting brilliantine on what's left of his hair. Smelt it in church last Sunday. Thought to myself: 'Now, who's he after?' And sure enough there he was when we came out, wriggling like an embarrassed dog as he talked to her."

"I don't think she cares about any of them."

"Why should she? Give her time. She's very young, Laura. Come now, why do you really want to send her away to London, or are you going too?"

"Oh no. That's the whole point."

Mr. Baldock straightened up.

"So that's the point, is it?" He eyed her curiously. "What exactly is in your mind, Laura?"

Laura looked down at the gravel path.

"As you said just now, Shirley is the only thing that matters to me. I-I love her so much that I'm afraid of-well, of hurting her. Of trying to tie her to me too closely."

Mr. Baldock's voice was unexpectedly gentle.

"She's ten years younger than you are, and in some ways she's more like a daughter than a sister to you."

"I've mothered her, yes."

He nodded.

"And you realise, being intelligent, that maternal love is a possessive love?"

"Yes, that's exactly it. And I don't want it to be like that. I want Shirley to be free and-well-free."

"And that's at the bottom of pushing her out of the nest? Sending her out in the world to find her feet?"

"Yes. But what I'm so uncertain about is-am I wise to do so?"

Mr. Baldock rubbed his nose in an irritable way.

"You women!" he said. "Trouble with all of you is, you make such a song and dance about things. How is one ever to know what's wise or not? If young Shirley goes to London and picks up with an Egyptian student and has a coffee-coloured baby in Bloomsbury, you'll say it's all your fault, whereas it will be entirely Shirley's and possibly the Egyptian's. And if she trains and gets a good job as a secretary and marries her boss, then you'll say you were justified. All bunkum! You can't arrange other people's lives for them. Either Shirley's got some sense or she hasn't. Time will show. If you think this London idea is a good plan, go ahead with it, but don't take it so seriously. That's the whole trouble with you, Laura, you take life seriously. It's the trouble with a lot of women."

"And you don't?"

"I take bindweed seriously," said Mr. Baldock, glaring down balefully at the heap on the path. "And greenfly. And I take my stomach seriously, because it gives me hell if I don't. But I never dream of taking other people's lives seriously. I've too much respect for them, for one thing."

"You don't understand. I couldn't bear it if Shirley made a mess of her life and was unhappy."

"Fiddle de dee," said Mr. Baldock rudely. "What does it matter if Shirley's unhappy? Most people are, off and on. You've got to stick being unhappy in this life, just as you've got to stick everything else. You need courage to get through this world, courage and a gay heart."

He looked at her sharply.

"What about yourself, Laura?"

"Myself?" said Laura, surprised.

"Yes. Suppose you're unhappy? Are you going to be able to bear that?"

Laura smiled.

"I've never thought about it."

"Well, why not? Think about yourself a bit more. Unselfishness in a woman can be as disastrous as a heavy hand in pastry. What do you want out of life? You're twenty-eight, a good marriageable age. Why don't you do a bit of man-hunting?"

"How absurd you are, Baldy."

"Thistles and ground elder!" roared Mr. Baldock. "You're a woman, aren't you? A not bad-looking, perfectly normal woman. Or aren't you normal? What's your reaction when a man tries to kiss you?"

"They haven't very often tried," said Laura.

"And why the hell not? Because you're not doing your stuff." He shook a finger at her. "You're thinking the whole time of something else. There you stand in a nice neat coat and skirt looking the nice modest sort of girl my mother would have approved of. Why don't you paint your lips pillar-box red and varnish your nails to match?"

Laura stared at him.

"You've always said you hated lipstick and red nails."

"Hate them? Of course I hate them. I'm seventy-nine! But they're a symbol, a sign that you're in the market and ready to play at Nature's game. A kind of mating call, that's what they are. Now look here, Laura, you're not everybody's fancy. You don't flaunt a banner of sex, looking as though you weren't able to help it, as some women do. There's one particular kind of man who might come and hunt you out without your doing anything about it-the kind of man that has the sense to know that you're the woman for him. But it's long odds against that happening. You've got to do your bit. You've got to remember that you're a woman, and play the part of a woman and look about for your man."

"Darling Baldy, I love your lectures, but I've always been hopelessly plain."

"So you want to be an old maid?"

Laura flushed a little.

"No, of course I don't. I just don't think it's likely that I shall marry."

"Defeatism!" roared Mr. Baldock.

"No, indeed it isn't. I just think it's impossible that anyone should fall in love with me."

"Men can fall in love with anything," said Mr. Baldock rudely. "With hare lips, and acne, and prognathous jaws and with numb-skulls and cretins! Just think of half the married women you know! No, young Laura, you just don't want to bother! You want to love-not to be loved-and I dare say you've got something there. To be loved is to carry a heavy burden."

"You think I do love Shirley too much? That I am possessive?"

"No," said Mr. Baldock slowly, "I don't think you are possessive. I acquit you of that."

"Then-can one love anyone too much?"

"Of course one can!" he roared. "One can do anything too much. Eat too much, drink too much, love too much…"

He quoted:

"I've known a thousand ways of love

And each one made the loved one rue."

"Put that in your pipe, young Laura, and smoke it."

2

Laura walked home, smiling to herself. As she entered the house, Ethel appeared from the back premises, and spoke in a confidential whisper:

"There's a gentleman waiting for you-a Mr. Glyn-Edwards, quite a young gentleman. I put him in the drawing-room. Said he'd wait. He's all right-not vacuums I mean, or hard luck stories."

Laura smiled a little, but she trusted Ethel's judgment.

Glyn-Edwards? She could not recall the name. Perhaps it was one of the young flying officers who had been billeted here during the war.

She went across the hall and into the drawing-room.

The young man who rose quickly as she came in was a complete stranger to her.

That, indeed, in the years to come, was to remain her feeling about Henry. He was a stranger. Never for one moment did he become anything else.

The young man was smiling, an eager, rather charming smile which suddedly wavered. He seemed taken aback.

"Miss Franklin?" he said. "But you're not-" His smile suddenly widened again, confidently. "I expect she's your sister."

"You mean Shirley?"

"That's it," said Henry, with evident relief. "Shirley. I met her yesterday-at a tennis-party. My name's Henry Glyn-Edwards."

"Do sit down," said Laura. "Shirley ought to be back soon. She went to tea at the vicarage. Won't you have some sherry? Or would you rather have gin?"

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