Elizabeth returned downstairs and went into the library. She sat down in one of the comfortable leather chairs, rubbing her hands along the sides. This was where Rhys always sat when he had a conference with her father.
She thought about Rhys and wished that he were here with her. She remembered the night he had brought her back to school after the dinner in Paris, and how she had gone back to her room and had written “Mrs. Rhys Williams” over and over. On an impulse Elizabeth walked over to the desk, picked up a pen and slowly wrote “Mrs. Rhys Williams.” She looked at it and smiled. “I wonder,” she mocked herself aloud, “how many other idiots are doing the same thing right now?”
She turned her thoughts away from Rhys, but still he was at the back of her mind, pleasantly comforting. She got up and wandered around the house. She explored the large, old-fashioned kitchen, with its wood-burning stove, and two ovens.
She walked over to the refrigerator and opened it. It was empty. She should have anticipated that, with the house shut down. Because the refrigerator was empty, she became suddenly hungry. She searched the cupboards. There were two small cans of tuna fish, a half-filled jar of Nescafé, and an unopened package of crackers. If she was going to be her for a long weekend, Elizabeth decided, she had better do some planning. Rather than drive into town for every meal, she would shop at one of the little markets in Cala di Volpe and stock enough food for several days. A utility Jeep was always kept in the carport and she wondered if it was still there. She went to the back of the kitchen and through the door that led to the carport, and there was the Jeep. Elizabeth walked back into the kitchen, where, on a board behind the cupboard, were hooks with labeled keys on them. She found the key to the Jeep and returned to the carport. Would there be gasoline in it? She turned the key and pressed the starter. Almost immediately the motor sparked into life. So that problem was eliminated. In the morning she would drive into town and pick up whatever groceries she needed.
She went back into the house. As she walked across the tiled floor of the reception hall, she could hear the echo of her footsteps, and it was a hollow, lonely sound. She wished that Alec would call, and even as she was thinking it the telephone rang, startling her. She walked to it and picked it up. “Hello.”
“Elizabeth. It’s Alec here.”
Elizabeth laughed aloud.
“What’s so funny?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. Where are you?”
“Down in Gloucester.” And Elizabeth felt a sudden, urgent impulse to see him, to tell him her decision about the company. But not over the telephone. “Would you do me a favor, Alec?”
“You know I will.”
“Could you fly down here for the weekend? I’d like to discuss something with you.”
There was only the slightest hesitation, and then Alec said, “Of course.”
Not a word about what engagements he would have to break, how inconvenient it might be. Just “Of course.” That was Alec.
Elizabeth forced herself to say, “And bring Vivian.”
“I’m afraid she won’t be able to come. She’s—ah—rather involved in London. I can arrive tomorrow morning. Will that do?”
“Perfect. Let me know what time, and I’ll pick you up at the airport.”
“It will be simpler if I just take a taxi.”
“All right. Thank you, Alec. Very much.”
When Elizabeth replaced the receiver, she was feeling infinitely better.
She knew she had made the right decision. She was in this position only because Sam had died before he had had the time to name his successor.
Elizabeth wondered who the next president of Roffe and Sons would be. The board could decide that for themselves. She thought about it from Sam’s point of view, and the name that sprang instantly to mind was Rhys Williams. The others were competent in their own areas, but Rhys was the only one who had a working knowledge of the company’s complete global operation. He was brilliant and effective. The problem, of course, was that Rhys was not eligible to be president. Because he was not a Roffe, or married to a Roffe, he could not even sit on the board.