THE COMPLETE WORKS OF E. F. BENSON (Illustrated Edition). Эдвард Бенсон

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СКАЧАТЬ this subject, for the sliding-scale of twelve, eight and five guineas a week had been the basis of previous calculations. Yet if Lucia so willingly consented to pay more, surely that was nobody's affair but that of the high contracting parties. Irene, soothed by the prospect of her cocktail, pursued the dangerous topic no further, but sat down at Miss Mapp's piano and picked out God Save the King, with one uncertain finger. Her cocktail arrived just as she finished it.

      'Thank you, dear,' said Miss Mapp. 'Sweet music.'

      'Cheerio!' said Irene. 'Are you charging Lucas anything extra for use of a fine old instrument?'

      Miss Mapp was goaded into a direct and emphatic reply.

      'No, darling, I am not,' she said, 'as you are so interested in matters that don't concern you.'

      'Well, well, no offence meant,' said Irene. 'Thanks for the cocktail. Look in tomorrow between twelve and one at my studio, if you want to see far the greater part of a well-made man. I'll be off now to cook my supper. Au reservoir.'

      Miss Mapp finished the few strawberries that Diva had spared and sighed.

      'Our dear Irene has a very coarse side to her nature, Diva,' she said. 'No harm in her, but just common. Sad! Such a contrast to dear Mrs Lucas. So refined: scraps of Italian beautifully pronounced. And so delighted with everything.'

      'Ought we to call on her?' asked Diva. 'Widow's mourning, you know.'

      Miss Mapp considered this. One plan would be that she should take Lucia under her wing (provided she was willing to go there), another to let it be known in Tilling (if she wasn't) that she did not want to be called upon. That would set Tilling's back up, for if there was one thing it hated it was anything that (in spite of widow's weeds) might be interpreted into superiority. Though Lucia would only be two months in Tilling, Miss Mapp did not want her to be too popular on her own account, independently. She wanted . . . she wanted to have Lucia in her pocket, to take her by the hand and show her to Tilling, but to be in control. It all had to be thought out.

      'I'll find out when she comes,' she said. 'I'll ask her, for indeed I feel quite an old friend already.'

      'And who's the man?' asked Diva.

      'Dear Mr Georgie Pillson. He entertained me so charmingly when I was at Riseholme for a night or two some years ago. They are staying at the Trader's Arms, and off again tomorrow.'

      'What? Staying there together?' asked Diva.

      Miss Mapp turned her head slightly aside as if to avoid some faint unpleasant smell.

      'Diva dear,' she said. 'Old friends as we are, I should be sorry to have a mind like yours. Horrid. You've been reading too many novels. If widow's weeds are not a sufficient protection against such innuendoes, a baby girl in its christening-robe wouldn't be safe.'

      'Gracious me, I made no innuendo,' said the astonished Diva. 'I only meant it was rather a daring thing to do. So it is. Anything more came from your mind, Elizabeth, not mine. I merely ask you not to put it on to me, and then say I'm horrid.'

      Miss Mapp smiled her widest.

      'Of course I accept your apology, dear Diva,' she said. 'Fully, without back-thought of any kind.'

      'But I haven't apologized and I won't,' cried Diva. 'It's for you to do that.'

      To those not acquainted with the usage of the ladies of Tilling, such bitter plain-speaking might seem to denote a serious friction between old friends. But neither Elizabeth nor Diva had any such feeling: they would both have been highly surprised if an impartial listener had imagined anything so absurd. Such breezes, even if they grew far stronger than this, were no more than bracing airs that disposed to energy, or exercises to keep the mind fit. No malice.

      'Another cup of tea, dear?' said Miss Mapp earnestly.

      That was so like her, thought Diva: that was Elizabeth all over. When logic and good feeling alike had produced an irresistible case against her, she swept it all away, and asked you if you would have some more cold tea or cold mutton, or whatever it was.

      Diva gave up. She knew she was no match for her and had more tea.

      'About our own affairs then,' she said, 'if that's all settled — '

      'Yes, dear: so sweetly so harmoniously,' said Elizabeth.

      Diva swallowed a regurgitation of resentment, and went on as if she had not been interrupted.

      '— Mrs Lucas takes possession on the first of August,' she said. 'That's to say, you would like to get into Wasters that day.'

      'Early that day, Diva, if you can manage it,' said Elizabeth, 'as I want to give my servants time to clean and tidy up. I would pop across in the morning, and my servants follow later. All so easy to manage.'

      'Then there's another thing,' said Diva. 'Garden-produce. You're leaving yours, I suppose.'

      Miss Mapp gave a little trill of laughter.

      'I shan't be digging up all my potatoes and stripping the beans and the fruit trees,' she said. 'And I thought — correct me if I am wrong — that my eight guineas a week for your little house included garden-produce, which is all that really concerns you and me. I think we agreed as to that.'

      Miss Mapp leaned forward with an air of imparting luscious secret information, as that was settled.

      'Diva: something thrilling,' she said. 'I happened to be glancing out of my window just by chance a few minutes before I waved to you, and there were Mrs Lucas and Mr Pillson peering, positively peering into the windows of Mallards Cottage. I couldn't help wondering if Mr Pillson is thinking of taking it. They seemed to be so absorbed in it. It is to let, for Isabel Poppit has taken that little brown bungalow with no proper plumbing out by the golf links.'

      'Thrilling!' said Diva. 'There's a door in the paling between that little back-yard at Mallards Cottage and your garden. They could unlock it — '

      She stopped, for this was a development of the trend of ideas for which neither of them had apologized.

      'But even if Mr Pillson is thinking of taking it, what next, Elizabeth?' she asked.

      Miss Mapp bent to kiss the roses in that beautiful vase of flowers which she had cut this morning in preparation for Lucia's visit.

      'Nothing particular, dear,' she said. 'Just one of my madcap notions. You and I might take Mallards Cottage between us, if it appealed to you. Sweet Isabel is only asking four guineas a week for it. If Mr Pillson happens — it's only a speculation — to want it, we might ask, say, six. So cheap at six.'

      Diva rose.

      'Shan't touch it,' she said. 'What if Mr Pillson doesn't want it? A pure speculation.'

      'Perhaps it would be rather risky,' said Miss Mapp. 'And now I come to think of it, possibly, possibly rather stealing a march — don't they call it — on my friends.'

      'Oh, decidedly,' said Diva. 'No "possibly possibly" about it.'

      Miss Mapp winced for a moment under this smart rap, and changed the subject.

      'I shall have little more than a month, then, in my dear house,' СКАЧАТЬ