The Dressmaker’s Daughter. Nancy Carson

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СКАЧАТЬ thought you said it wasn’t serious, Daisy.’

      ‘It wasn’t. But it’s getting to be.’ Daisy smiled contentedly.

      ‘Lucky you! Oh, congratulations. I’m ever so pleased for you.’

      ‘But that’s not why I’m here. I’m here on a special request, nothing to do with that.’

      ‘Oh?’

      ‘You know Ben, Jimmy’s mate? He’s sent me with a message. He wants to know if you’d like to go out with him.’

      Lizzie’s eyes lit up, then she put her hands to her face in disbelief and delight. ‘Honest, Daisy? You’re not pulling my leg?’

      ‘Honest. He asked Jimmy to ask me to ask you.’

      ‘But what about Fern?’

      ‘Fern? Him and Fern have fell out.’

      ‘If they’ve fell out, I’d love to go out with him. When, though?’

      ‘Well, he was talking about New Year’s Eve. I think the idea was for the four of us to go to a New Year’s Eve ball.’

      ‘Then he must’ve finished with Fern if he wants to see me on New Year’s Eve,’ Lizzie reasoned.

      ‘What shall we tell him then? We have to let him know.’

      ‘I don’t know, Daisy,’ she said ruefully. ‘I can’t go out New Year’s Eve … Damn … May and Joe are having a party. It’s their wedding anniversary and they’re expecting me …’

      ‘Oh, shame.’ Daisy looked genuinely disappointed.

      ‘Hang on, though. I’ll ask May if you, Jimmy and Ben can come as well. D’you think that’d be all right? Would you like to come, Daisy?’

      ‘I don’t mind. I’m sure Jimmy wouldn’t mind either. Nor Ben.’

      ‘Hang on then.’ Lizzie went to the back of the shop where May was sorting out a fresh stock of candles. ‘May?’

      May turned to Lizzie. ‘What’s up, my wench? You look as if you’ve lost a sovereign and found sixpence.’

      ‘May, you know that chap Ben I’ve been telling you about?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘He wants to go out with me on New Year’s Eve … but I’ve said I can’t, ’cause of going to your party … ’

      ‘So?’

      ‘Well he wants me to go out with him and Daisy and Jimmy as well.’

      ‘Four of you together?’

      ‘Yes. So, I was wondering if they could come to your party instead …’

      ‘So’s you don’t miss the chance of seeing him, you mean?’

      ‘Well … yes.’

      May smiled knowingly. ‘’Course they can come. The more the merrier. Just tell ’em to bring a bottle or two o’ beer. It’ll be nice to have some young faces among all the old fogies. Anyroad, I want to get a good look at this Ben.’

      Lizzie’s face lit up. ‘Oh, thanks, May … Thanks … If I can do you a favour some time …’

      ‘I daresay the time will come.’

      She returned to Daisy beaming. ‘May says they’d love to see you.’

      Lizzie tried not to raise her hopes too high though. After all, look what happened with Stanley Dando.

       Chapter 6

      By New Year’s Eve, a Tuesday, the weather had become settled. A clear, blue sky afforded bright sunshine during the day, but promised a hard frost that night. Eve and Lizzie visited Joe’s house early to help prepare sandwiches and get everything ready for the party. May lit a fire in the front room and cursed when smoke blew back down the chimney, making her eyes run.

      ‘I should think Father bloody Christmas is still stuck up the blasted chimney,’ she complained, shoving a strand of hair from her eyes with the back of her coal-blackened hand.

      ‘I doubt whether it’s ever been swept while the Dowtys lived here,’ Eve commented.

      Joe had ordered a firkin of best home-brewed bitter from The Shoulder of Mutton and it was standing chocked up on the scullery table with a pudding basin under the tap to catch the drips. There were four bottles of whisky, a bottle of gin and two bottles of port to offer as well, besides a gallon of lemonade.

      Lizzie awaited Ben’s arrival excitedly. She hardly knew him. They’d never had a conversation without somebody else being there. But the way he smiled at her, and the honesty and candour brimming in eyes that sparkled whenever he saw her, churned her stomach with longing.

      He duly arrived with Daisy Foster and Jimmy Powell shortly after half past eight. Their faces were glowing from their brisk walk in the bitter cold, but they were dressed warmly in good overcoats, hats and gloves. Lizzie introduced them to Joe and he made them welcome. He took their hats and coats and offered them drinks, which Lizzie was happy to serve in the front room as they settled round the fire. Then she, Daisy, Jimmy and Ben, all sat in a group, squashed up together occupying one half of the sofa and an adjacent armchair.

      ‘It was nice of you to invite us,’ Daisy said to May and Joe equally. She shuffled to get comfortable on the armchair she was sharing with Jimmy.

      ‘The more the merrier,’ Joe quipped. ‘Where’ve you had to come from?’

      It was Ben who answered. ‘Tividale. It isn’t far, but it’s all uphill. Here, Joe … Do you smoke?’

      ‘Oh, thanks … How long’s it took you to get here?’

      Ben tapped the end of his cigarette on the packet. ‘About twenty minutes. It warms you up a treat, though, on a night like this. There’s a tidy frost.’

      Lizzie thought Ben looked wonderful. He wore a dark grey suit with a waistcoat, a maroon and blue necktie, and a white shirt with an immaculate, starched collar. His black hair looked even blacker now it had been greased and sleekly brushed and his eyes danced with the reflected light from the oil lamps and candles. He was clean shaven with a clear complexion and his features were fine and masculine. He was possibly the most handsome man she’d ever seen, even more handsome than Stanley Dando, or Jesse Clancey. He was about six feet tall and lean, but with broad shoulders; a picture of vigorous health, and Lizzie couldn’t take her eyes off him. She felt flutters in the pit of her stomach at the prospect of being alone with him. Being in the same room now, but not able to speak or act freely was immensely frustrating. She wanted to manoeuvre herself closer so she could touch him, so he could touch her, either by accident or by design. She wanted to catch the scent of him; see his eyes crease at the corners from close-to when he smiled. And she wondered if he felt the same about her.

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