Dearest Eulalia. Бетти Нилс
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Название: Dearest Eulalia
Автор: Бетти Нилс
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Зарубежные любовные романы
isbn: 9781408983324
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He drove the short distance to the Colonel’s house, got out and went with her to the door.
‘Well, goodbye,’ said Eulalia, and offered a hand.
‘Not goodbye; we say tot ziens.’ He shook her hand briefly and opened the door for her.
As he turned away she asked, ‘Where are you going?’
‘Albania.’
‘But that’s… Oh, do take care!’
He stood looking down at her for a moment, his eyes half hidden under their heavy lids. Just for a moment Eulalia had let her heart speak for itself.
Driving down to Dover and once on the other side of the Channel, taking the long road home, Mr van der Leurs allowed his thoughts to dwell on a pleasant future.
October became November and brought cold wind and rain and grey skies, none of which lightened Eulalia’s mood. Mr van der Leurs had been gone for a week and she worried about him, and although she told herself that he was old enough and large enough to take care of himself she scanned the papers and listened to the news and wished that there was some way of finding out if he was back home…
The Colonel, expressing a wish to see him again, had to be told.
‘He’ll be back. Miss him, do you, Lally?’
Arranging his bedside table just so for the night, she admitted that she did, kissed him fondly and bade him sleep well.
The Colonel, waiting for sleep, thought contentedly that he had no need to worry about Lally’s future; Aderik would take care of it. He drifted off gently and died peacefully as he slept.
Somehow or other Eulalia got through the next few days. There was a great deal to do—not least the nephew to notify. There were no other family but old friends had to be told, notices printed in The Times and Telegraph, the bank manager, his solicitor informed, arrangements for the funeral made. The nephew arrived after two days, a middle-aged kindly man who needed to be housed and fed.
There was no question of Eulalia leaving the house until she had made her own arrangements, he told her. He had a wife and four children who would be coming to England shortly but the house was large enough—he had no intention of turning her out of her home. She thanked him, liking him for his concern, and listened politely to his plans. He was an artist of some repute and was delighted to return to London; the house was large enough to house his family in comfort, and there were attics which could be turned into a studio.
His wife and children arrived in time for the funeral so that Eulalia, opening rooms again, getting ready for their arrival, had little time to grieve. After the funeral he would return to sort out his affairs but his wife and children would remain.
Tom and Pam couldn’t have been kinder to her, and the children, although circumstances had subdued them, brought the house alive. Somehow, the funeral which she had been dreading turned into a dignified and serene occasion, with the Colonel’s old friends gathered there, making themselves known to Tom and Pam, shaking Eulalia by the hand, asking about her job, telling her in their elderly voices that she was a pretty girl and wasn’t it time she married.
However, there were still the nights to get through; there was time to grieve then and wonder what the future held for her. She would have to leave the house, of course, despite Pam’s kind insistence that she could stay as long as she wanted to. But at least Jane’s future was safe; she was to remain as housekeeper.
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