Roses and Champagne. Бетти Нилс

Roses and Champagne - Бетти Нилс


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bright peacock green-blue—taffeta, if you’ve got such a thing.’

      Katrina went and sat beside him on the sofa. ‘I never wear bright colours,’ she hissed.

      ‘That’s the trouble, my dear.’ He turned to look at the saleslady, followed by another one, bearing an armful of all the colours of the rainbow. ‘Try them all on.’

      ‘Size twelve?’ fluted the saleslady. ‘Madam has a slim figure, and of course we can do any alterations necessary.’ She signed to the other girl, who held a patterned organza creation in shades of green. It had a full skirt and a frill around its low neckline. ‘Or this,’ she coaxed, and displayed a rose taffeta with long tight sleeves and a square neck. ‘Or perhaps this is the colour?’

      She was a good saleswoman; she had merely whetted Katrina’s appetite with the first two; the third was exactly what Lucius had suggested—taffeta in a rich green shot through with blue with short billowing sleeves, a tiny bodice and wide skirts. ‘Try them all on, madam,’ she begged again.

      Katrina didn’t look at Lucius. He really had a nerve, bulldozing her into coming into a shop like this in the first place, sitting there like a possessive husband! She wasn’t going to buy anything, just to teach him a lesson, but since she was there, she might just try them on…

      The organza was charming, not at all her usual sort of dress, and it certainly did something for her, Without asking the saleslady swept back the silk curtains and invited her to show herself to Sir, and since there was not any way out of that, she did so, rather shyly.

      ‘Very nice.’ He studied her for such a long time that she frowned a little and went back into the dressing room, where she tried the pink, which was even prettier.

      ‘I like that,’ declared Lucius, ‘but let’s see that green thing first.’

      The green thing was exactly right, although so different to her other evening gowns that she hardly recognised herself. Lucius took his time looking her over. ‘That’s the one,’ he said finally. ‘I like the neck.’

      Katrina pinkened. The neck was low, not at all the kind of thing she usually wore—now Virginia would look gorgeous in it…

      ‘Madam has splendid shoulders and a very pretty bustline,’ observed the saleslady. ‘If I might say so, the dress is just right for her.’

      Katrina kept her eyes on the silk wallpaper above Lucius’s head. ‘I’m not sure…’ she began.

      ‘Have it, Katie, and the pink one as well.’

      She was quite out of her depth. Years of going to one of the better stores and choosing the unobtrusive clothes which she had always believed helped her to be a little less plain hadn’t prepared her for this. Now she was landed with two eyecatching dresses she might never wear. She changed back into her well cut suit, tidied her hair, and, once more the self-possessed young woman, went back into the shop to find the dresses already packed and Lucius putting away his cheque book. It was hardly the place to argue. She waited until they were out of the shop before she started.

      ‘There was no need for you to pay. I’ve plenty of money of my own. Whatever did the woman think?’

      He took her reluctant arm. ‘I’ve never minded what people think. In any case, why are you fussing about it? You can give me a cheque later.’

      ‘I’ve no idea how much they were—and what on earth shall I do with two dresses? I’m not even sure that I’ll wear one of them.’

      ‘You’ll wear the green thing to the Hunt Ball, and the pink will come in handy when we go dancing.’ He glanced down at her. ‘Have you forgotten that we’re walking out?’

      ‘We’re not—I won’t…I shall speak to Virginia when she gets home!’

      ‘So you said,’ Lucius had stopped before another shop window. ‘Now, that’s nice,’ he pointed out the brown velvet suit draped over a stand, its matching blouse in a deep cream silk cast negligently by it.

      Katrina took a look. ‘Chanel,’ she observed. ‘It’ll be hundreds of pounds.’

      ‘You said only a few minutes ago that you had plenty of money.’ He added smoothly: ‘Dressed in that you’d easily get the better of Virginia. Buy it.’

      Katrina, who had had no intention of buying anything else, found herself in the shop, trying on the suit which was a perfect fit, and since she might as well be hanged for a sheep as for a lamb, trying the blouse as well, writing a cheque for a heart-stopping sum, and walking out of the shop again. Outside she said firmly: ‘I’m not buying another thing—I could have got two good tweed outfits for that money…’

      ‘So you could, but think how nice you look in that coat and skirt. Worth every penny. I like the little jacket; as that other woman said, you have a very pretty bosom, you should show it off more.’

      Katrina gasped. ‘Well, really, Lucius, whatever will you say next.’

      ‘Well, surely we’ve known each other long enough for me to make a few brotherly remarks without you coming over all modest?’ A gleam came into his eye. ‘Why, I remember—let me see, I must have been about twelve and you five—we went swimming in the river, and you without a stitch on.’

      Katrina let out a gurgle of laughter. ‘Oh, I remember—Nanny gave me such a ticking off and a good smacking.’

      ‘And I had a painful interview with Father in the study.’

      ‘We deserved it, I suppose—it was March, wasn’t it? We could have died of cold.’

      They had tea in a small tea-room, waited upon by a refined young lady in a chintz overall; China tea and mammoth eclairs. Katrina, about to start on her second cake, arrested her fork in mid-air when Lucius said:

      ‘You’ll get fat, Katie.’

      She looked at him in horror. ‘No—am I fat now? Even a little plump?’

      ‘Just right—don’t for God’s sake go on a diet, though—skinny women have no charm.’

      Katrina took a good bite. ‘Oh, good—all the same, I must remember to weigh myself sometimes.’ She smiled at him across the little table. ‘What a strange day it’s been; like a dream.’

      ‘Every second of it true, Katrina. Who is taking you to the Hunt Ball?’

      ‘Well, several men have offered…’

      ‘But you’ve not accepted?’

      ‘No.’

      ‘Then you’ll come with me. You were coming to the dinner party first anyway, weren’t you?’

      ‘Yes, but what about Virginia? I mean, won’t you feel—well, awkward?’

      He gave her a cool stare. ‘Why should I? There’ll be a dozen of us there anyway, and she and I are bound to meet again, you know.’

      ‘Yes, but after the things she said…’

      ‘Silly, childish nonsense. Shall I send the car for you or will you drive over?’

      ‘I’ll drive.’

      He nodded. ‘You can leave the car at my place and pick it up later.’

      They walked back presently and got into the car and began the drive home. ‘Doing anything this evening?’ asked Lucius idly.

      ‘No—I don’t expect Virginia until tomorrow. I’ll sketch some ideas for the book jacket.’

      ‘We can call in at your place and you can make sure she hasn’t come home and then have dinner with me.’ He added wickedly: ‘We have to get to know each other, you know.’

      ‘What rubbish—we’ve known each other all our lives. Besides, I’d rather like a quiet evening.’

      ‘When have you


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