"Days?"
"And nights."
Her voice cheered up considerably. "Research for a thesis."
"What subject?"
"Clouds and roses and stars, their variations and frequency in the life of your average liberated female."
"Oh Louise," I said, "I"ll... er... help you all I can."
She laughed and hung up, and I went along to my room and took off my dusty, stained, sweaty shirt. Looked at my reflection briefly in the mirror and got no joy from it. Put on Charles"s smooth sea island cotton and lay on the bed. I lay on one side, like Chico, and felt what Chico felt; and at one point or other, went to sleep.
In the evening I went down and sat on the sofa, as before, to wait for Charles, but the first person who came was Jenny.
She walked in, saw me, and was immediately annoyed. Then she took a second look, and said, "Oh no, not again."
I said merely, "Hullo."
"What is it this time? Ribs, again?"
"Nothing."
"I know you too well."
She sat at the other end of the sofa, beyond my feet.
"What are you doing here?"
"Waiting for your father."
She looked at me moodily. "I"m going to sell that flat in Oxford," she said.
"Are you?"
"I don"t like it any more. Louise Mclnnes has left, and it reminds me too much of Nicky..."
After a pause I said, "Do I remind you of Nicky?" With a flash of surprise she said, "Of course not." And then, more slowly, "But he..." she stopped. "I saw him," I said. "Three days ago, in Bristol. And he looks like me, a bit."
She was stunned, and speechless.
"Didn"t you realise?" I said.
She shook her head.
"You were trying to go back," I said.
"To what we had, at the beginning."
"It"s not true."
But her voice said that she saw it was. She had even told me so, more or less, the evening I"d come to Aynsford to start finding Ashe.
"Where will you live?" I said.
"What do you care?"
I supposed I would always care, to some extent, which was my problem, not hers.
"How did you find him?" she said.
"He"s a fool."
She didn"t like that. The look of enmity showed where her instinctive preference still lay.
"He"s living with another girl," I said.
She stood up furiously, and I remembered a bit late that I really didn"t want her to touch me.
"Are you telling me that to be beastly?" she demanded.
"I"m telling you so you"ll get him out of your system before he goes on trial and to jail. You"re going to be d.a.m.ned unhappy if you don"t."
"I hate you," she said.
"That"s not hate, that"s injured pride."
"How dare you!"
"Jenny," I said. "I"ll tell you plainly, I"d do a lot for you. I"ve loved you a long time, and I do care what happens to you. It"s no good finding Ashe and getting him convicted of fraud instead of you, if you don"t wake up and see him for what he is. I want to make you angry with him. For your own sake."
"You won"t manage it," she said fiercely.
"Go away," I said.
"What?"
"Go away. I"m tired."
She stood there looking as much bewildered as annoyed, and at that moment Charles came back.
"Hallo," he said, taking a disapproving look at the general atmosphere. "Hallo, Jenny." She went over and kissed his cheek, from long habit. "Has Sid told you he"s found your friend Ashe?" he said.
"He couldn"t wait."
Charles was carrying a large brown envelope. He opened it, pulled out the contents, and handed them to me: the three photographs of Ashe, which had come out well, and the new begging letter.
Jenny took two jerky strides and looked down at the uppermost photograph. "Her name is Elizabeth More," I said slowly.