Philomena's Miracle. Бетти Нилс

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      But it was Miriam he danced with most; the evening was more than half over before he made his way across the floor and asked Philomena to dance. She would have liked to refuse him, but she had no excuse, and besides, she warned herself, it would have been childish to have done so—and what, in heaven’s name, did she expect? So she accepted gaily and gyrated and shrugged her way through the next ten minutes; she didn’t much like dancing by herself; she supposed she was old-fashioned, but to her way of thinking, waltzing or foxtrotting with an agreeable partner was preferable to turning and twisting opposite each other with little or no chance to talk. Apparently the doctor felt the same way, for suddenly he stretched out a long arm and plucked her away from the twirling dancers and walked her out to the verandah. Once there he sat her down on one of the cane benches, said: ‘That’s better,’ and settled himself beside her.

      ‘Splendid exercise,’ he observed mildly, ‘but I’m too large for it. I prefer something more restful—sailing or skating.’

      ‘Have you a boat?’ she asked.

      ‘Oh, yes—I potter around the Friesian lakes whenever I have the leisure in the summer. Do you sail, Philomena?’

      ‘Only a dinghy.’

      ‘And skate?’

      ‘Ice skating, you mean?’ She shook her head. ‘I’d love to, though, it looks so easy.’

      ‘It is. When do you go back to Faith’s?’

      ‘The day after tomorrow.’

      ‘I’ll drive you up—I have to be there myself.’

      Philomena hesitated; there was nothing she would like better, but he had said that he was on holiday. Perhaps he didn’t have to return quite so soon, perhaps he was just being kind again…

      ‘That’s settled, then,’ he said comfortably without waiting for her to answer, and then: ‘You should be sharing the glory with Chloe, shouldn’t you?’

      ‘Me? It’s not my birthday… Oh, you mean because I passed my Finals.’

      ‘Yes, I did mean that. I hear that you are also Gold Medallist for the year—are you keeping that a secret too?’

      She said sharply: ‘I’m not keeping it a secret—it’s not important compared with Chloe’s birthday.’

      He turned to look at her in the dim light. ‘Didn’t anyone ask you?’ he asked her quietly.

      How tiresome he was with his questions! ‘Well, they had a lot to think about,’ she mumbled lamely.

      ‘Indeed, yes.’

      The dancing had stopped for the moment and it was very quiet until Doctor van der Tacx told her with shattering frankness: ‘You’re wearing the wrong kind of perfume—much too sophisticated for you, Philomena. Did you choose it?’

      She was too taken aback to be annoyed. ‘Well, no— Chloe had it given to her and she didn’t like it. It’s French and very expensive.’

      ‘And on the right person, quite delightful.’

      ‘But not me,’ she said in a small voice.

      ‘Not you, Philly. I…’ He paused as the door was flung wide and Miriam and a young man came out. ‘Here they are!’ she cried. ‘I guessed you’d be here, discussing the latest thing in broken bones, I suppose.’ She gave her companion a push. ‘Take Philly in to supper, Bill. I’ll see that Walle gets his, but first I want to show him the river from the bottom of the garden.’

      That was the last Philomena saw of him, except for a rather vague goodnight when he said goodbye to Mrs Parsons. Chloe and Miriam were there too, of course, as the guests went home, and he wasn’t vague with either of them, she was quick to notice. Indeed, Miriam was clinging to his arm and whispering to him—it must have been something very amusing, because he laughed down at her in what Philomena considered to be a quite besotted fashion.

      She was up early in the morning, helping Molly to get the house straight again, taking trays up to her stepmother and sisters, helping Molly to prepare the lunch, but presently when she had done these things she got into slacks and a sweater, told Molly that she was going riding, and left the house. There was a riding stables close by and Mr Stiles who owned it was a good friend of hers; Bessy, the little grey mare she always rode, was saddled for her and she went out of the town towards Holton Heath. There was little traffic, it was still too early in the year for that, and what weekend traffic there was on its way to Bournemouth had passed through the day before. Only one car passed her as she crossed the Wool road from the stables to take a bridle path circumventing the town—a Khamsin with the doctor at the wheel. He was going in the direction of her home and she thought wryly that he would be lucky if he didn’t have to wait at least an hour for Miriam, since it would be she he was going to see. He braked hard when he saw her, but she didn’t stop, only raised a gloved hand in casual salute before she turned Bessy’s nose into the bridle path.

      She didn’t get back home until almost teatime, to find her stepmother and sisters out and Molly in the kitchen with her feet up taking a well-earned rest. ‘Your ma’s gone to the Pierces’, Miss Chloe went out after lunch with a bunch of young people, and Miss Miriam went out with that doctor.’ She peeped at Philomena as she spoke. ‘He didn’t sound too keen to take her, but she’s always able to get her own way. They said cold supper as they didn’t know when they would be back. There’s a nice tea for you, Miss Philly, you go along and change and I’ll bring it along to the sitting room. Are you going to be in for supper?’

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