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When they had walked half the length of the street Jane smiled sweetly at an unresponsive profile and said, ‘Thank you, darling.’

In a distant voice Captain Jeremy Taverner enquired what she was thanking him for.

‘Coming down to the Catherine-Wheel as my chaperon, darling. Having always been accustomed to being wrapped up in cotton wool and sheltered, I do appreciate it. You know that, don’t you?’

There was a fair imitation of a flash of lightning accompanied by a smart clap of thunder.

‘Just stop talking nonsense, Jane, and listen to me! You can’t possibly go!’

‘Why can’t I possibly go? I am going.’

‘You can’t—with that gang.’

‘No, darling. With you.’

She distinctly heard Jeremy grit his teeth.

‘Jane, you can’t possibly want to get mixed up with that appalling crowd.’

‘They’re all the relations we’ve got.’

‘Thank the Lord for that! What a crew!’

Jane’s tone warmed a little.

‘Jeremy, they’re not! You’re being a snob. I love John Higgins—he’s a lamb.’

‘And he isn’t going to be there—he’s got too much sense. Do you love Al Miller?’

‘Not frightfully.’

‘Or Geoffrey—or Mildred?’

‘Geoffrey might have possibilities. I wouldn’t mind exploring them.’

The teeth-gritting was repeated. Jane said hastily, ‘On the chilly side though, don’t you think? But I rather like Floss-to-my-friends. And Marian—now don’t tell me you don’t think she’s beautiful because I simply shan’t believe you.’

He made an angry sound.

‘I should think she has probably less brain than anything outside a home for the mentally deficient.’

Jane wrinkled her nose.

‘Well, I don’t know. I think she’s got a pretty good idea of which side her bread is buttered.’

‘That isn’t brains—it’s primitive instinct. I grant you she’s probably got plenty of that.’ His voice changed. ‘Jane, stop playing the fool and tell me why you want to go to this damned place.’

She looked up at him with wide, clear eyes.

‘Darling, it’s too easy. I want that hundred pounds.’

‘Jane!’

She mimicked him sweetly.

‘Jeremy!’ Then she laughed, but when she spoke again her voice was serious enough. ‘Don’t you realise I’ve never had a whole hundred pounds in my life before? It’s the most marvellous thing that’s ever happened.’

‘You can’t take it!’

‘Watch me!’

‘Jane—’

‘Don’t be silly, darling! You don’t know what it means. I was ill for six weeks last winter, and I hadn’t a penny saved. The insurance money doesn’t go on for ever—I began to have nightmares. I didn’t know I’d got a relation in the world then. Quite apart from the money, that’s why I’m not prepared to go all snob about them like you when they do turn up. I’m going to make friends with them. And I’m going to have my hundred pounds and put it into the Post Office Savings Bank for a nest-egg. So there!’

He put a hand on her arm.

‘Jane—why were you ill?’

She said with a touch of defiance, ‘Because I hadn’t proper shoes, or a warm coat, or enough to eat.’

‘Why hadn’t you?’

‘Because I wasn’t in a regular job—just odd dress shows and things. And I had to keep up my insurance, or I’d have been sunk. I just couldn’t afford another time like that, and I’m not going to have one. I’m going to have all my kind relations—and my Cousin Jacob’s hundred pounds.’

Jeremy said nothing at all. She could feel him withdrawing silently behind his frontiers. That she had heard the last of Jacob Taverner, his invitation, and his hundred pounds was so unlikely that she gave it no consideration at all. That he had retired in order to marshal his forces and would presently march upon her with horse and foot, bombs and flame-throwers, was reasonably certain. He might be intending to wait until he had her alone, or he might just pounce with annihilating effect on the top of a bus. She decided on going home by tube, where the facilities for pouncing would be fewer as long as you kept up with the crowd and avoided being marooned with your adversary in an underground passage.

After one or two light-hearted remarks which were received in complete silence she resigned herself and occupied the train journey in sorting out and polishing her own armoury of weapons. Because two things were quite certain. Whatever Jeremy said or Jeremy did, two things were quite certain. She was going to go down to the Catherine-Wheel and she was going to have that hundred pounds.

All the way home and all the way upstairs he never said a word. She drew the curtains, she put on the kettle, she laid the table and got buns out of a tin. Jeremy propped the mantelpiece in abstracted gloom until his right trouser leg began to singe at the gas fire, when he came across to her, took a knife out of her hand, laid it down on the table, and said, ‘Will you marry me?’

Jane felt as if someone had lifted her up and dropped her again, all very suddenly. Her voice came odd and breathless.

‘No—of course not—’

He appeared to be undeflected.

‘What’s the good of saying “No—of course not,” when you haven’t given it the least thought? You just blobbed that out without thinking. It’s a business proposition, and you’ve got to think it all out before you say no. And before you can think it out at all you’ve got to listen to me properly.’

Jane said, ‘Oh—’ And then, ‘How do I listen to you properly?’

‘You sit down on that sofa.’

‘And have you somewhere up in the ceiling talking down on the top of my head? No, thank you!’

‘I sit down too. I’m going to turn off the gas under the kettle first, because we don’t want to have it boiling over whilst I am proposing to you.’

Jane gave a sort of gasp and sat down. Not so much because Jeremy told her to as because her knees were wobbling and he might think—

She sat down. When he had turned out the gas he came and sat down beside her. He was frowning deeply, and began at once in a businesslike voice.

‘I haven’t got a great deal to offer you, but they don’t kick you out of the Army unless you’re pretty bad, and there’s a pension. I get a pension when I retire, and you get one if anything happens to me, and if we have any children they get something till they’re eighteen—or twenty-one—I’m not sure which, but I can find out.’

‘Jeremy, how frightful! Do stop!’

‘It’s not frightful at all—it’s provision. And you ought to be listening instead of making frivolous objections which put me out. Then I’ve got three hundred a year private means.’

Jane gazed at him with respect.

‘How on earth did you get it?’

‘My mother had two hundred, and my grandfather had life insurance which brings in the rest. It’s not a lot, but it’s safe, and it makes a lot of difference to have something besides your pay.’

‘Jeremy—please—’

He frowned her down.

‘I do wish you would listen. I think you’d like the life. There’s rather a lot of moving about, but you see places, and everyone’s very friendly. Anyhow you’d have proper shoes and enough to eat. And you wouldn’t have to try on other people’s clothes for a lot of desiccated vultures to gloat over.’

Jane looked sideways from between her lashes.

‘They’re not all desiccated, darling. Some of them bulge.’

He said quite violently, ‘It revolts me! It ought to revolt you. I want you to chuck it up and let me look after you.’

Jane gazed down at her hands. There seemed to be something odd about them—they were a long way off. She said in a small obstinate voice, ‘I can look after myself.’

‘You think you can ... girls always do. But they can’t. Anyhow you’re not going to.’

Jane lifted her eyes.

‘Who says so?’

‘I do, and you do. How much notice do you have to give your Mrs. Harlowe?’

‘I’m not giving her notice.’

‘I don’t see any sense in a long engagement.’

‘We are not engaged.’

He turned a rather daunting look on her.

‘You’re just being deliberately obstructive.’

She shook her head, and then wished she hadn’t, because it made the room go round.

‘I’m not. You’ve been asking me to marry you. I’m saying no.’

‘Why?’

‘You don’t love me—I don’t love you—cousins oughtn’t to marry.’

He looked away for a minute, and then back again.

‘Why do you say that?’

‘Because it’s true.’

He gave rather a curious laugh.

‘That I don’t love you? Jane, you’re not really a fool—you know perfectly well.’

‘I don’t. Why should I? You’ve never said so.’

‘I love you like blazes, and you know it.’

Jane said, ‘Oh!’

He put his hands on her shoulders. They felt hard and heavy.

‘Do you love me? Come along—be honest!’

Jane said, ‘No—’ She said it three times in a voice that dwindled until it made no sound at all, because every time she said it Jeremy kissed her. The last kiss went on for quite a long time.

When he lifted his head he said, ‘Liar!’

Jane said nothing at all.