This proceeded for some time, every now and then rising heatedly, until I hushed him down. I was quite sure that a rather prim Emba.s.sy doctor and his wife, who were in the next cabin to me, were forming the worst possible conjectures. I urged him angrily to go away. He insisted that he should stay. In the end his indignation rose to the point when it became greater than mine, and I began apologising to him him for not realising that his question had been in effect a proposition. I got rid of him at last, still injured but finally accepting that I was not the experienced woman of the world he had thought. I also explained to him, which seemed to calm him down even more, that I was English and therefore frigid by nature. He condoled with me on this, and so honourhis honourwas satisfied. The Emba.s.sy doctor"s wife gave me a cold look the next morning. for not realising that his question had been in effect a proposition. I got rid of him at last, still injured but finally accepting that I was not the experienced woman of the world he had thought. I also explained to him, which seemed to calm him down even more, that I was English and therefore frigid by nature. He condoled with me on this, and so honourhis honourwas satisfied. The Emba.s.sy doctor"s wife gave me a cold look the next morning.
It was not until a good deal later that I discovered that Rosalind had sized up my various admirers from the beginning in a thoroughly practical fashion. "Well I thought of course you"d marry again some time, and naturally I was a bit concerned as to who it would be," she explained.
Max had now returned from his stay in France with his mother. He said he would be working at the British Museum, and hoped I would let him know if I was up in London. This did not seem likely just at present, as I was settled at Ashfield. But then it happened that my publishers, Collins, were throwing a large party at the Savoy to which they particularly wanted me to come to meet my American publishers and other people.
I would have appointments pretty well all that day, so in the end I went up by the night train, and invited Max to come and have breakfast with me at the Mews house.
I was delighted at the thought of seeing him again, but strangely enough, the moment he arrived I was stricken with shyness. After the journey we had done together and the friendly terms on which we had been, I could not imagine why I was so thoroughly paralysed. He too, I think, was shy. However, by the end of breakfast, which I cooked for him, we were getting back to our old terms. I asked him if he could stay with us in Devon, and we fixed up a weekend when he could come. I was very pleased that I was not going to lose touch with him.
I had followed up The Murder of Roger Ackroyd The Murder of Roger Ackroyd with with The Seven Dials Mystery. The Seven Dials Mystery. This was a sequel to my earlier book This was a sequel to my earlier book The Secret of Chimneys, The Secret of Chimneys, and was one of what I called "the light-hearted thriller type". These were always easy to write, not requiring too much plotting and planning. and was one of what I called "the light-hearted thriller type". These were always easy to write, not requiring too much plotting and planning.
I was gaining confidence over my writing now. I felt that I would have no difficulty in producing a book every year, and possibly a few short stories as well. The nice part about writing in those days was that I directly related it to money. If I decided to write a story, I knew it would bring me in 60, or whatever it was. I could deduct income taxat that time 4/- or 5/- in the poundand therefore I knew that I had a good 45 which was mine. This stimulated my output enormously. I said to myself, "I should like to take the conservatory down and fit it up as a loggia in which we could sit. How much will that be?" I got my estimate, I went to my typewriter, I sat, thought, planned, and within a week a story was formed in my mind. In due course I wrote it, and then I had my loggia.
How different from the last ten or twenty years of my life. I never know what I owe. I never know what money I have. I never know what money I shall have next yearand anyone who is looking after my income tax is always arguing over problems arising several years previously, which have not yet been "agreed". What can one do in circ.u.mstances like this?
But those were the sensible days. It was what I always call my plutocratic period. I was beginning to be serialised in America, and the money that came in from this, besides being far larger than anything I ever made from serial rights in Britain, was also at that time free of income tax.
It was regarded as a capital payment. I was not getting the sums I was to receive later, but I could see them coming, and it seemed to me that all I had to do was to be industrious and rake in the money.
Now I often feel that it might be as well if I never wrote another word, because if I do it will only make further complications.
Max came down to Devon. We met at Paddington and went down by the midnight train. Things always happened when I was away. Rosalind greeted us with her usual bouncing good spirits, and immediately announced disaster. "Peter," she said, "has bitten Freddie Potter in the face."
That one"s precious resident cook-housekeeper has had her precious child bitten in the face by one"s precious dog is the last news one wishes to hear on returning to one"s household.
Rosalind explained that it had not really been Peter"s fault: she had told Freddie Potter not to put his face near Peter and make whooping noises.
"He came nearer and nearer to Peter, zooming, so of course Peter bit him."
"Yes," I said, "but I don"t suppose Mrs Potter understands that."
"Well, she"s not been too bad about it. But of course, she"s not pleased."
"No, she wouldn"t be."
"Anyway," said Rosalind, "Freddie was very brave about it. He always is," she added, in loyal defence of her favourite playmate. Freddie Potter, the cook"s little boy, was junior to Rosalind by about three years, and she enormously enjoyed bossing him about, taking care of him, and acting the part of the munificent protector, as well as being a complete tyrant in arranging what games they played. "It"s lucky, isn"t it," she said, "that Peter didn"t bite his nose right off? If so, I suppose I should have had to look for it and stick it on some way or otherI don"t know quite how I mean, I suppose you would have to sterilise it first, or something, wouldn"t you? I don"t see quite how you would sterilise a nose. I mean you can"t boil boil it." it."
The day turned out to be one of those indecisive days which might be fine, but, to those experienced in Devonshire weather, was almost certain to be wet. Rosalind proposed we should go for a picnic on the moor.
I was keen on this, and Max agreed, with an appearance of pleasure.
Looking back, I can see that one of the things my friends had to suffer out of affection for me was my optimism about weather, and my misplaced belief that on the moor it would be finer than in Torquay. Actually the reverse was almost certain to be the case. I used to drive my faithful Morris Cowley, which was of course an open touring car, and which had an elderly hood with several gaps in its structure, so that, sitting in the back, water coursed steadily down the back of your neck. In all, going for a picnic with the Christies was a distinct endurance test.
So we started off and the rain came on. I persisted, however, and told Max of the many beauties of the moor, which he could not quite see through the driving mist and rain. It was a fine test for my new friend from the Middle East. He certainly must have been fond of me to have endured it and preserve his air of enjoying himself.
When we eventually got home and dried ourselves, then had got wet all over again in hot baths, we played a great many games with Rosalind.
And next day, since it was also rather wet, we put on our mackintoshes and went for rousing walks in the rain with the unrepentant Peter, who was, however, by now on the best of terms once more with Freddie Potter.
I was very happy being with Max again. I realised how close our companionship had been; how we seemed to understand each other almost before we spoke. Nevertheless, it was a shock to me when the next night, after Max and I had said goodnight and I had gone to bed, as I was lying there reading, there was a tap at the door and Max came.
He had a book in his hand which I had lent him.
"Thank you for lending me this," he said. "I enjoyed it." He put it down beside me. Then he sat down on the end of my bed, looked at me thoughtfully, and said that he wanted to marry me. No Victorian Miss exclaiming, "Oh, Mr Simpkins, this is so sudden!" could have looked more completely taken aback than I did. Most females, of course, know pretty well what is in the windin fact they can see a proposal coming days ahead and can deal with it in one of two ways: either they can be so off-putting and disagreeable that their suitor becomes disgusted with his choice or they can let him gently come to the boil and get it over. But I know now that one can can say perfectly genuinely, "Oh Mr Simpkins, this is so sudden!" say perfectly genuinely, "Oh Mr Simpkins, this is so sudden!"
It had never occurred to me that Max and I would be or ever could be on those terms. We were friends. friends. We had become instant and closer friends, it seemed to me, than I and any friend had ever been before. We had become instant and closer friends, it seemed to me, than I and any friend had ever been before.
We had a ridiculous conversation that there seems not much point in writing down here. I said immediately that I couldn"t. He asked why couldn"t I? I said for every reason. I was years older than he washe admitted that, and said he had always wanted to marry someone older than he was. I said that was nonsense and it was a bad thing to do. I pointed out he was a Catholic, and he said he had considered that alsoin fact, he said, he had considered everything. The only thing, I suppose, that I didn"t say, and which naturally I would have said if I had felt it, was that I didn"t want to marry himbecause, quite suddenly, I felt that nothing in the world would be as delightful as being married to him.
If only he was older or I was younger.
We argued, I think, for about two hours. He gradually wore me downnot so much with protestations as with gentle pressure.
He departed the next morning by the early train, and as I saw him off he said: "I think you will will marry me, you know-when you have had plenty of time to think it over." marry me, you know-when you have had plenty of time to think it over."
It was too early in the morning to marshal my arguments again.
Having seen him off I went back home in a state of miserable indecision.
I asked Rosalind if she liked Max. "Oh yes," she said, "I like him very much. I like him better than Colonel R. and Mr B." One could trust Rosalind to know what was going on, but to have the good manners not to mention it openly.
How awful those next few weeks were. I was so miserable, so uncertain, so confused. First I decided that the last thing I wanted to do was to marry again, that I must be safe, safe, safe from ever being hurt again; that nothing could be more stupid than to marry a man many years younger than myself; that Max was far too young to know his own mind; that it wasn"t fair to himhe ought to marry a nice young girl; that I was just beginning to enjoy life on my own. Then, imperceptibly, I found my arguments changing. It was true that he was much younger than I was, but we had so much in common. He was not fond of parties, gay, a keen dancer; to keep up with a young man like that would have been very difficult for me. But surely I could walk round museums as well as anyone, and probably with more interest and intelligence than a younger woman. safe from ever being hurt again; that nothing could be more stupid than to marry a man many years younger than myself; that Max was far too young to know his own mind; that it wasn"t fair to himhe ought to marry a nice young girl; that I was just beginning to enjoy life on my own. Then, imperceptibly, I found my arguments changing. It was true that he was much younger than I was, but we had so much in common. He was not fond of parties, gay, a keen dancer; to keep up with a young man like that would have been very difficult for me. But surely I could walk round museums as well as anyone, and probably with more interest and intelligence than a younger woman.
I could go round all the churches in Aleppo and enjoy it; I could listen to Max talking about the cla.s.sics; could learn the Greek alphabet and read translations of the Aeneid Aeneidin fact I could take far more interest in Max"s work and his ideas than in any of Archie"s deals in the City.
I could go round all the churches in Aleppo and enjoy it; I could listen to Max talking about the cla.s.sics; could learn the Greek alphabet and read translations of the Aeneid Aeneidin fact I could take far more interest in Max"s work and his ideas than in any of Archie"s deals in the City.
"But you mustn"t mustn"t marry again," I said to myself. "You marry again," I said to myself. "You mustn"t mustn"t be such a be such a fool. fool."
The whole thing had happened so insidiously. If I had considered Max as a possible husband when I first met him, then I should have been on my guard. I should never have slipped into this easy, happy relationship. But I hadn"t seen this comingand there we were, so happy, finding it all as much fun and as easy to talk to each other as if we had been married already.
Desperately I consulted my home oracle. "Rosalind," I said, "would you mind if I married again?"
"Well, I expect you will sometime," said Rosalind, with the air of one who always considers all possibilities. "I mean, it is the natural thing to do, isn"t it?"
"Well, perhaps."
"I shouldn"t have liked you to marry Colonel R.," said Rosalind thoughtfully. I found this interesting, as Colonel R. had made a great fuss of Rosalind and she had appeared delighted with the games he had played for her enjoyment.
I mentioned the name of Max.
"I think he"d be much the best," said Rosalind. "In fact I think it would be a very good thing if you did did marry him." Then she added: "We might have a boat of our own, don"t you think? And he would be useful in a lot of ways. He is rather good at tennis, isn"t he? He could play with me." She pursued the possibilities with the utmost frankness, considering them entirely from her own utilitarian point of view. marry him." Then she added: "We might have a boat of our own, don"t you think? And he would be useful in a lot of ways. He is rather good at tennis, isn"t he? He could play with me." She pursued the possibilities with the utmost frankness, considering them entirely from her own utilitarian point of view. "And "And Peter likes him" said Rosalind, in final approval. Peter likes him" said Rosalind, in final approval.
All the same, that summer was one of the most difficult of my life. One person after another was against the idea. Perhaps really, at bottom, that encouraged me. My sister was firmly against it. The age difference! Even my brother-in-law, James, sounded a note of prudence.
"Don"t you think," he said, "that you may have been rather wellinfluenced by the life you enjoyed so much? The archaeological life? That you enjoyed being with the Woolleys at Ur? Perhaps you have mistaken that for what isn"t quite such a warm feeling as you think."
But I knew that wasn"t so.
"Of course, it"s entirely your own business," he added gently. Dear Punkie, of course, did not at all think it was my own businessshe thought it was her own particular business to save me from making a silly mistake. Carlo, my own very dear Carlo, and her sister, were towers of strength. They supported me, though entirely through loyalty, I think. I believe they, too, probably, thought it a silly thing to do, but they would never have said so because they were not the kind of people who wanted to influence anyone in their plans. I am sure they thought it a pity that I had not the desire to marry an attractive colonel of forty-two, but as I had decided otherwise, well, they would back me up.
I finally broke the news to the Woolleys. They seemed pleased. Certainly Len was pleased; with Katharine it was always more difficult to tell.
"Only," she said firmly, "you mustn"t marry him for at least two years." "Two years?" I said, dismayed.
"No, it would be fatal."
"Well, I think," I said, "that"s very silly. I am already a great many years older than he is. What on earth is the point of waiting until I am older still? He might as well have such youth as I"ve got."
"I think it would be very bad for him," said Katharine. "Very bad for him at his age to think he can have everything he wants at once. I think it would be better to make him wait for ita good long apprenticeship."
This was an idea that I could not agree with. It seemed to me to be a severe and puritanical point of view.
To Max I said that I thought his marrying me was all wrong, and that he must think it over very carefully.
"What do you suppose I"ve been doing for the last three months?" he said. "I"ve been thinking about it all the time I was in France. Then I thought: "Well, I shall know when I see her again, in case I have imagined everything." But I hadn"t. You were just as I remembered you, and you were just as I want you."
"It"s a terrible risk."
"It"s not a risk for me. me. You may think it a risk for you. But does it matter taking risks? Does one get anywhere if one doesn"t take risks?" You may think it a risk for you. But does it matter taking risks? Does one get anywhere if one doesn"t take risks?"
To that I agreed. I have never refrained from doing anything on the grounds of security. I was happier after that. I felt, "Well, it is my my risk, but I believe it is worth taking a risk to find a person with whom you are happy. I shall be sorry if it goes wrong for him, but after all that is risk, but I believe it is worth taking a risk to find a person with whom you are happy. I shall be sorry if it goes wrong for him, but after all that is his his risk, and he is regarding it quite sensibly." I suggested we might wait for six months. He said he did not think that would be any good. "After all," he added, "I"ve got to go abroad again, to Ur. I think we ought to get married in September." I talked to Carlo and we made our plans. risk, and he is regarding it quite sensibly." I suggested we might wait for six months. He said he did not think that would be any good. "After all," he added, "I"ve got to go abroad again, to Ur. I think we ought to get married in September." I talked to Carlo and we made our plans.
I had had so much publicity, and been caused so much misery by it, that I wanted things kept as quiet as possible. We agreed that Carlo and Mary Fisher, Rosalind and I should go to Skye and spend three weeks there. Our marriage banns could be called there, and we would be married quietly in St. Columba"s Church in Edinburgh.
Then I took Max up to visit Punkie and JamesJames, resigned but sad, Punkie actively endeavouring to prevent our marriage.
In fact I came very near to breaking the whole thing off just before, in the train going up, as Max, paying more attention to my account of my family than he had so far, said: "James Watts, did you say? I was at New College with a Jack Watts. Could that have been your one"s son? A terrific comediandid wonderful imitations." I felt shattered that Max and my nephew were contemporaries. Our marriage seemed impossible. "You are too young," I said desperately. "You are too young." This time Max was really alarmed. "Not at all," he said. "Anyway, I went to the University rather young, and all my friends were so serious; I wasn"t at all in Jack Watts" gay set." But I felt conscience-stricken.
Punkie did her best to reason with Max, and I began to be afraid that he would take a dislike to her, but the contrary proved true. He said she was so genuine, and so desperately anxious for me to be happyand also, he added, so funny. That was always the final verdict on my sister. "Dear Punkie," my nephew Jack used to say to his mother, "I do love youyou are so funny and so sweet." And really that described her very well.
The visit finished with Punkie retiring in storms of tears, and James being very kind to me. Fortunately my nephew Jack was not therehe might have upset the applecart.
"Of course I knew at once that you had made up your mind to marry him," said my brother-in-law. "I know that you don"t change your mind."
"Oh Jimmy, you don"t know. I seem to be changing it all day long."
"Not really. Well, I hope it turns out all right. It"s not what I would have chosen for you, but you have always shown good sense, and I think he is the sort of young man who might go far."
How much I loved dear James, and how patient and long-suffering he always was. "Don"t mind Punkie," he said. "You know what she is likeshe"ll turn right round when it"s really done."
Meanwhile we kept it a secret.
I asked Punkie if she would like to come to Edinburgh to our marriage, but she thought she had better not. "I shall only cry," she said, "and upset everyone." I was really rather thankful. I had my two good, calm Scottish friends to provide a stalwart background for me. So I went to Skye with them and with Rosalind.
I found Skye lovely, I did sometimes wish it wouldn"t rain every day, though it was only a fine misty rain which did not really count. We walked miles over the moor and the heather, and there was a lovely soft earthy smell with a tang of peat in it.
One of Rosalind"s remarks caused some interest in the hotel dining-room a day or two after our arrival. Peter, who was with us, did not, of course, attend meals in the public rooms, but Rosalind, in a loud voice, in the middle of lunch, announced to Carlo: "Of course, Carlo, Peter really ought to be your husband, oughtn"t he? I mean, he sleeps in your bed, doesn"t he?" The clientele of the hotel, mostly old ladies, as one person turned a barrage of eyes upon Carlo.
Rosalind also gave me a few words of advice on the subject of marriage: "You know," she said, "when you are married to Max, you will have to sleep in the same bed as him?"
"I know," I said.
"Well, yes, I supposed you did know, because after all you were married to Daddy, but I thought you might not have thought of it." I a.s.sured her I had thought of everything relevant to the occasion.
So the weeks pa.s.sed. I walked on the moor and had fits of occasional misery when I thought I was doing the wrong thing and ruining Max"s life.
Meanwhile Max threw himself into an extra amount of work at the British Museum and elsewhere, finishing off his drawings of pots and archaeological work. The last week before the marriage he stayed up till five in the morning every night, drawing. I have a suspicion that Katharine Woolley induced Len to make the work even heavier than it might have been: she was much annoyed with me for not postponing the marriage.
Before we left London, Len had called round to see me. He was so embarra.s.sed that I couldn"t think what was the matter with him.
"You know," he said, "it is perhaps going to make it rather awkward for us. I mean at Ur and in Baghdad. I mean it wouldn"t beyou do understand?it wouldn"t be in any way possible for you to come on the expedition. I mean, there is no room for anyone but archaeologists."
"Oh, no," I said, "I quite understand thatwe"ve talked it over. I"ve no useful knowledge of any kind. Both Max and I thought it would be much better this way, only he didn"t want to leave you high and dry at the beginning of the season, where there would be very little time to find anybody else to replace him."
"I thought...I know..." Len paused. "I thought perhaps thatwell, I mean people might think it rather odd if you didn"t come to Ur."
"Oh, I don"t know why they should think that," I said. "After all, I shall come out at the end of the season to Baghdad."
"Oh yes, and I hope you will come down then and spend a few days at Ur."
"So that"s all right, isn"t it?" I said encouragingly.
"What I thoughtwhat we thoughtI mean, what KatharineI mean, what we both thought..."
"Yes?" I said.
"-was that it might be better if you didn"t come to Baghdadnow. I mean, if you are coming with him as far as Baghdad, and then he goes to Ur and you go home, don"t you think that perhaps it would look odd? I mean, I don"t know that the Trustees would think it a good idea." I mean, if you are coming with him as far as Baghdad, and then he goes to Ur and you go home, don"t you think that perhaps it would look odd? I mean, I don"t know that the Trustees would think it a good idea."
That suddenly aroused my annoyance. I was quite willing not to come to Ur. I should never have suggested it, because I thought it would be a very unfair thing to do: but I could see no reason why I could not come to Baghdad if I wanted to.
Actually I had already decided with Max that I did not want to come to Baghdad: it would be a rather meaningless journey. We were going to Greece for our honeymoon, and from Athens he would go to Iraq and I should return to England. We had already arranged this, but at this moment I was not going to say so.
I replied with some asperity: "I think Len, it is hardly for you to suggest to me where I should and should not travel in the Middle East. If I want to come to Baghdad, I shall come there with my husband, and it is nothing to do with the dig or with you."
"Oh! Oh, I do hope you don"t mind. It was just that Katharine thought..."