“Yes, some dreadful insanitary old cottages. I’m having them pulled down and the people moved.”
“How sanitary and public-spirited of you, darling.”
“They’d have had to go anyway. Those cottages would have overlooked my new swimming pool.”
“Do the people who live in them like going?”
“Most of them are delighted. One or two are being rather stupid about it–really tiresome, in fact. They don’t seem to realise how vastly improved their living conditions will be!”
“But you’re being quite high-handed about it, I presume.” “My dear Joanna, it’s to their advantage really.” “Yes, dear, I’m sure it is. Compulsory benefit.” Linnet frowned. Joanna laughed.
“Come now, you are a tyrant, admit it. A beneficent tyrant if you like!” “I’m not the least bit a tyrant.” “But you like your own way!” “Not especially.”
“Linnet Ridgeway, you can look me in the face and tell me of any one occasion on which you’ve failed to do exactly as you wanted?”
“Heaps of times.”
“Oh, yes, ‘heaps of times’–just like that–but no concrete example. And you simply can’t think up one, darling, however hard you try! The triumphal progress of Linnet Ridgeway in her golden car.” Linnet said sharply: “You think I’m selfish?”
“No–just irresistible. The combined effect of money and charm. Everything goes down before you what you can’t buy with cash you buy with a smile. Result:
Linnet Ridgeway, the Girl Who Has Everything.” “Don’t be ridiculous, Joanna?
“Well, haven’t you got everything?”
“I suppose I have …. It sounds rather disgusting somehow!”
“Of course it’s disgusting, darling! You’ll probably get terribly bored and blas by and by. In the meantime enjoy the triumphal progress in the golden car. Only I wonder, I really do wonder, what will happen when you want to go down a street which has a board up saying No Thoroughfare.’
“Don’t be idiotic, Joanna.” As Lord Windlesham joined them Linnet said, turning to him. “Joanna is saying the nastiest things to me.”
“All spite,” said Joanna vaguely as she got up from her seat.
She made no apology for leaving them. She had caught the glint in Windlesham’s eye.
He was silent for a minute or two. Then he went straight to the point.
“Have you come to a decision, Linnet?”
Linnet said slowly: “Am I being a brute? I suppose, if I’m not sure, I ought to say No–” He interrupted her.
“Don’t say it. You shall have time–as much time as you want. But I think, you know, we should be happy together.” “You see,” Linnet’s tone was apologetic, almost childish, “I’m enjoying myself so much–especially with all this.” She waved a hand. “I wanted to make Wode Hall into my real ideal of a country house and I do think I’ve got it nice, don’t you?” “It’s beautiful. Beautifully planned. Everything perfect. You’re very clever, Linnet.” He paused a minute and went on: “And you like Charltonbury, don’t you? Of course it wants modernising and all that–but you’re so clever at that sort of thing. You’d enjoy it.” “Why, of course, Charltonbury’s divine.” She spoke with a ready enthusiasm, but inwardly she was conscious of a sudden chill. An alien note had sounded, disturbing her complete satisfaction with life.
She did not analyse the feeling at the moment, but later, when Windlesham had gone into the house, she tried to probe into the recesses of her mind.
Charltonbury–yes, that was it–she had resented the mention of Charlton-bury.
But why? Charltonbury was modestly famous. Windlesham’s ancestors had held it since the time of Elizabeth. To be mistress of Charltonbury was a position unsurpassed in society. Windlesham was one of the most desirable partis in England.
Naturally he wouldn’t take Wode seriously . It was not in any way to be compared with Charltonbury.
Ah, but Wode was hers! She had seen it, acquired it, rebuilt and redressed it, lavished money on it. It was her own possession, her kingdom.
But in a sense it wouldn’t count if she married Windlesham. What would they want with two country places? And of the two naturally Wode Hall would be the one to be given up.
She, Linnet Ridgeway, wouldn’t exist any longer. She would be Countess of Windlesham, bringing a fine dowry to Charltonbury and its master. She would be queen consort, not queen any longer.