Season Of Mists. Anne Mather

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СКАЧАТЬ at first——’ She broke off. ‘I’m sure you can guess what I thought.’

      ‘That I’d asked him to meet you?’

      ‘Hmm,’ Abby nodded. ‘It was stupid, I realise that now. But at the time, it seemed the only explanation.’

      ‘And you told Matthew?’

      ‘Not then, no. But I was stunned, shocked; you can guess how I was feeling.’ She lifted her shoulders helplessly. ‘And Matt—being Matt—came to the obvious conclusion.’

      ‘But why did you let him run after Piers? Surely you must have had some idea of what might happen.’

      Abby sniffed. ‘I didn’t let him. I couldn’t stop him. He was gone almost before I realised it.’

      ‘And he introduced himself to Piers as his son.’

      ‘Yes.’ Abby felt the whole weight of this realisation bearing down on her.

      ‘Still,’ Hannah poured herself more tea, ‘at least Piers didn’t disown him in front of Miss Langton.’

      ‘No.’ Abby was grudging. ‘But he didn’t exactly welcome him either.’

      ‘You couldn’t expect that.’ Hannah studied her niece’s pale face with compassion. ‘My dear, can you imagine what a shock it must have been for Valerie? No one in the valley even knew you had a son. And the Langtons regard Piers as one of them.’

      Abby finished her tea and pushed her cup over for more. ‘I suppose you’re right. But at the time, all I was aware of was Piers looking at me as if he could have killed me!’

      ‘Well, you’ve certainly put the cat among the pigeons, haven’t you, my dear? I mean—an ex-wife is one thing, a stepson is something else.’

      Abby shrugged. ‘Piers doesn’t regard Matt as his son. I expect he told Miss Langton that, the minute we got out of the car.’

      ‘Well, at least you didn’t have to wait for a bus,’ pointed out Hannah dryly. ‘Piers’ Daimler must have been an improvement on that.’

      ‘I suppose so.’ Abby shuddered again. ‘But it was the longest journey of my life. No one spoke, not even Matt. Perhaps he was regretting what he had done. Anyway, we all just sat there, like dummies, waiting to get to our destination.’

      ‘Didn’t Piers ask how you were? Why you were here?’

      ‘Not in the car. I don’t remember anything he said, just his hostility. It was awful!’

      ‘And how did he introduce you to Valerie?’

      ‘Oh—as his ex-wife, I think. It was humiliating. I think she thought Matt was some kind of punk!’

      Hannah half smiled. ‘Well, you have to admit, it’s not every day a youth rushes up to your fiancé and claims that he’s his father!’

      ‘No.’ Abby had to giggle at this. ‘I suppose it was quite amusing really. I just wish it hadn’t happened.’

      ‘Never mind.’ Hannah put the cups aside and regarded her warmly. ‘You’ve no idea how good it is to have you here, Abby. The cottage has been so empty all these years.’

      Abby allowed her to take both her hands, and they looked affectionately at one another. ‘It’s good to see you, too, Aunt Hannah,’ she said gently. ‘And what’s all this about you misbehaving yourself?’

      ‘Oh——’ Hannah drew her hands away. ‘You mean that conversation you had with Dr Willis. I told you in my letter, I have no intention of leaving the cottage. If I die, I intend to die here, and not in some home, with none of my own things around me.’

      ‘I’m sure you’re allowed to take your own things with you, Aunt Hannah,’ Abby exclaimed. ‘Your personal things, at least.’

      ‘And my furniture? That dresser, for instance. Do you think I could take that? And my china cabinet, in the front parlour?’

      ‘Aunt Hannah——’

      ‘Don’t bother. I know what you’re going to say. I can’t expect a residential establishment such as Rosemount to provide space for all the odds and ends its inmates have collected over the years.’

      ‘You make it sound like a prison, Aunt Hannah!’

      ‘It would be, to me. Abby, can’t you see? Can’t you understand? I’ve lived in this cottage almost all my life. I don’t want to leave it now.’

      ‘Then you’ll have to have a nurse—or a housekeeper. Someone who could take care of you——’

      ‘I don’t want some strange woman in my kitchen,’ the old lady interrupted her crisply. ‘I don’t want any female telling me what to do in my own home!’

      ‘But, Aunt Hannah——’

      ‘It’s no good, Abby. My mind’s made up. And if you’ve come up here to try and change it, you’re wasting your time.’

      Abby shook her head. ‘Dr Willis says you shouldn’t be alone.’

      ‘Then you come home,’ said Hannah flatly. ‘There’s no reason why you shouldn’t, not now you and Piers are getting a divorce. Come back to Rothside. I’d employ you. And it would give Matthew the chance to get to know his real background.’

      ‘I couldn’t!’ Abby was appalled.

      ‘Why couldn’t you? Oh, I know—because of your job in London. Well, I daresay I’d see you didn’t lose by it.’

      ‘It’s not that.’ Abby shook her head.

      ‘No?’ Hannah frowned. ‘You’re tired of working in London?’

      ‘No.’ Abby hesitated. ‘As a matter of fact, Bourne Electronics is going out of business.’

      ‘It is?’ Hannah looked delighted. ‘There you are, then. Your problems are solved.’

      ‘No, Aunt Hannah.’

      ‘Why not?’

      Abby bent her head. ‘The Roths wouldn’t like it, you know they wouldn’t.’

      Hannah snorted. ‘So what? Since when do I care what the Roths think?’

      ‘Oh, Aunt Hannah!’ Abby gazed at the old lady helplessly. ‘I couldn’t do that to Piers.’

      ‘Do what?’ Hannah looked impatient. ‘Living in the south has made you soft, girl! Have you forgotten what Piers did to you? Is Matthew Piers’ son or isn’t he?’

      ‘You know he is.’

      ‘There you are, then.’ Hannah’s gnarled fingers clenched. ‘Don’t you think it’s about time he faced the truth? He’s got away with it long enough.’

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