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While she was waiting for the coffee to brew, she popped out into the yard and called David on her mobile, only to discover that his was switched off.
She pulled a face as she returned indoors. If she used the ordinary phone his mother was bound to answer, and be plaintive at the prospect of her boy spending time with anyone else.
But maybe David would call her instead before that happened.
When she went upstairs, she found Ellie’s tray still untouched outside her door.
Puzzled, she set the coffee down beside it and knocked. ‘Ellie—Ellie, wake up. Your tea’s getting cold.’
There was no answer, and, after a moment’s hesitation, she opened the door, and looked in.
But there was no blonde head lifting sleepily from the pillow. The bed was empty, and the room unoccupied.
And no prizes for guessing where Ellie was, Lou thought, feeling oddly embarrassed. That neatly made bed was a total giveaway. She must have decided to celebrate her engagement in the arms of her fiancé after all.
‘Everyone’s still asleep,’ she told Mrs Gladwin as she carried all the things back to the kitchen. ‘I’m going into the village to get the papers.’
She followed the previous night’s detour on the way back. The curtains were still firmly closed on the first floor of David’s house, but his car was missing from its usual parking spot outside.
He must have gone to the cottage to find me, Lou thought, her heart lifting. ‘We can have breakfast together.’
Yet there was no sign of his blue Peugeot at Virginia Cottage either. Instead, there was Alex Fabian, walking alone in the garden. He was the last person she’d expected to see so early, under the circumstances. And the last person she wanted to see, she amended quickly.
She hesitated, feeling strangely awkward, wondering if there was some way to evade him, but he had already seen her, so she had to reluctantly stand her ground.
‘Good morning,’ he said as he came up to her. ‘Did you sleep well?’
‘Yes—thank you.’ She stared down at the gravel. ‘And—you?’
‘Not particularly,’ he said. ‘The coffee did its work too well.’
She gave a quick, forced smile. ‘I’m sure Ellie wouldn’t agree.’
‘Oh,’ he said. ‘And how does it concern her?’
‘I took her some morning tea,’ she said. ‘And her bed hadn’t been slept in. I—I drew the obvious conclusion.’
His hand closed on her arm. ‘Look at me,’ he commanded harshly. ‘What the hell are you talking about?’
She stared up at him, bewildered. ‘Ellie wasn’t in her room this morning. I—I thought she was with you.’
‘I haven’t seen your sister,’ he said, ‘since nine-thirty yesterday evening, when she decided to have that extremely early night. And the last place she would ever be likely to spend the night is in my bed.’
He set off towards the house, taking Lou with him, whether or not she wished to go.
She tried to hang back. ‘I’m sure there’s a perfectly logical explanation.’ She tried to think of one. ‘Perhaps she got up early, and went for a walk.’
‘Walking,’ he said, ‘is not one of her pastimes. Your sister believes in taxis, when chauffeur-driven cars aren’t available. I think you know that.’
‘Maybe there’s been some emergency at the office, and she’s had to go back to London.’ Lou clutched at a passing straw.
‘If so, I think they’d probably have sent for your father,’ he said. ‘And he’s still here.’
In the hall, Marian greeted Alex, all smiles. ‘Breakfast is ready, if you’d like to come into the dining room.’
He said, ‘Have you seen Ellie this morning, Mrs Trentham? Because Louise says her bed has not been slept in.’
Marian’s hand went to her throat. ‘Oh, what nonsense. I expect she was just too happy and excited to sleep.’
‘All the same, with your permission, I’d like to look in her room.’
Lou tried to detach herself from his grasp. ‘I’d rather not…’
‘I’m afraid you must,’ he said. ‘You can tell me if anything’s missing.’
My God, Lou thought as she followed him unwillingly upstairs. She’s done it. She’s decided she can’t go through with the engagement, and she’s run away. And, if that’s so, I should be delighted for her. So why do I feel so scared suddenly?
‘Well?’ Alex demanded as they stood in the middle of Ellie’s bedroom, looking round them.
Lou swallowed. ‘The case she brought down with her has gone.’ She opened the wardrobe, and looked in the drawers. ‘And she seems to have taken underwear and some clothes.’
‘And left these.’ His voice was suddenly grim.
Lou turned to see him holding two envelopes. ‘Where did you find them?’
‘Propped against the lamp on the night table,’ he said. ‘One for each of us.’ He paused. ‘Are you sure you want to open yours?’
‘Of course,’ Lou said indignantly. ‘I’m worried sick about her. I need to make sure she’s all right.’
‘I think you underestimate her sense of self-preservation,’ Alex Fabian said drily as he handed her the envelope.
Her name was a mere scrawl on its surface. Inside was a single sheet of paper. She could barely decipher the writing. ‘Lou, darling,’ she eventually translated, ‘I’m so terribly sorry. Please try to understand and forgive me.’
‘What does it say?’ Alex’s level voice reached her.
She turned and looked at him. He was holding his own letter, two pages of it, between thumb and forefinger as if he found it distasteful.
She said, ‘She wants me to forgive her—but for what? For running away?’
‘Not just for that, I’m afraid.’ He paused. ‘You see, she didn’t go alone.’
She saw something in his eyes that she had never expected to find there. Compassion. And it frightened her more than any coldness—any anger.
She tried to say ‘What do you mean?’ But, although her lips moved, the words would not emerge.
She heard a sound from the doorway, and looked round swiftly, praying it would be Ellie standing there. Ellie, saying it had all been a silly mistake, and here she was, safe and sound.
Only it was her father, his face like thunder.
‘Louise—Mrs Sanders has telephoned. Will you come and speak to her, please? She’s hysterical—out of control. I can’t make out what she’s saying. She keeps repeating “David and Ellie” over and over again. I think she must have gone mad.’
‘It would be convenient to think so.’ Alex Fabian stepped forward to station himself between Lou and her father. Shielding her white face, trembling mouth and wide, bewildered eyes.
‘But I’m afraid her hysterics are justified. My erstwhile fiancée has run away with her son, and they’re going to be married. She’s left me a letter, confessing everything.’
‘I don’t believe a word of it,’ the older man said harshly. ‘It must be some sick joke. Good God, man, it was only last night she became engaged to you.’
‘Apparently that was the final straw,’ Alex told him calmly. ‘She and David Sanders had been in love for some time, but they’d tried to behave nobly for Louise’s sake—or some such maudlin nonsense. She went out with me to try and forget him, but when she realised marriage was on the agenda she decided she couldn’t go through with it after all, and appealed to Sanders to rescue her.
‘And—they eloped last night.’
Louise felt totally numb. Presently, she knew, there would be pain. But now there were images passing through her mind like some nightmare slide show. Ellie’s frantic phone call. Click. The dark house. Click. The empty space where David’s car should have been. Click. Until she wanted to scream.
‘Well, they won’t get away with it.’ Mr Trentham’s voice shook. ‘I’ll have them found. Make her come back.’
‘I hope you won’t do anything of the kind,’ Alex Fabian said coldly. ‘She’s not a young child. She’s a woman, and quite capable of making her own choices. Something we overlooked in our negotiations.’
‘Ellie?’ Marian Trentham had joined them now, her face ashen, her eyes blazing. ‘My beautiful girl with that—that buffoon? It can’t be true.’
Lou made a small sound in her throat, and Alex glanced at her sharply. He said, ‘Mrs Trentham, I think you’ve forgotten that Louise was engaged to David Sanders.’
‘I haven’t forgotten a thing,’ the older woman said shrilly. ‘It’s all her fault—encouraging him to hang round here, where he could meet my lovely Ellie. Of course he preferred her. What man wouldn’t?’
‘No,’ Alex said, studying her with cold dislike, ‘according to her letter, they met up in London when he was on some course. So Louise can’t possibly be blamed. In fact, she’s been subjected to the worst kind of betrayal by both of them.’
Betrayal. The word made Louise shiver, but it brought her back to life. And to unpleasant reality.
She heard herself say, ‘Mrs Sanders must still be waiting on the phone. I’d better go and talk to her.’
‘No.’ Alex halted her, his hand on her arm. ‘Your father can do that for you. Or your stepmother,’ he added curtly. ‘There’s no reason why you should be exposed to any more recriminations.’
Her father said hoarsely, ‘Yes, of course. I’ll go now. Though God knows what I can say…’
As he departed, muttering distractedly, Marian Trentham moved forward, her hands outstretched. ‘Alex, my dear.’ Her voice throbbed. ‘What you must be suffering.’
‘I don’t appreciate being made a fool of,’ Alex said tersely. ‘And your daughter’s defection is going to cause me immeasurable trouble and inconvenience. But please let’s drop the pretence that Ellie and I were ever in love with each other.’
For a moment she faltered, then she returned to the attack, forcing a smile.
‘You’re hurt,’ she said. ‘As you have every right to be. I do understand. But all is not yet lost. I think we should go downstairs and have some breakfast, and decide what to do next.’
‘I know exactly what I’m doing next,’ Alex said coldly. ‘I’m going back to London, and I’ll forgo your kind offer of breakfast. I’d prefer to be on my way as soon as possible.’
‘But there are matters outstanding,’ she said rapidly, her voice beginning to shake. ‘Things we need to discuss.’
‘You mean the re-financing plan? But that was dependent on certain conditions being met, so there is really very little to talk about.’
Louise could hear the words, but she could not grasp what they meant. They seemed to float past her. The room, too, suddenly seemed to be swimming.
She said in a stifled voice, ‘I—I think I’m going to be sick.’
During the miserable and humiliating minutes that followed, Louise was dimly aware of an arm supporting her as she retched violently into the lavatory bowl, of a hand smoothing back her hair, and wiping her face with a damp flannel.
‘You,’ she said shakily as she sat up at last, the tiles on the bathroom walls still swooping dizzily around her. ‘Oh, God, it’s you.’
‘Well, who else would it be?’ Alex Fabian retorted crushingly. ‘Your father’s still on the phone, being screamed at, and your stepmother’s shut herself into her bedroom. You needed help.’
‘You’re the last person I’d turn to for that.’ She got painfully to her feet. ‘If you hadn’t pressured Ellie to marry you, none of this would have happened.’
‘It would have eventually. A different set of circumstances, perhaps, but the same result.’ He shrugged. ‘They’re in love. They were always going to end up together. I was just the catalyst.’
She glared at him. ‘Is that supposed to make me feel better?’
‘That’s up to you. But I’d say it would be a pretty refined kind of hell to find you’d married a man who wanted someone else. Here, drink this.’
Unwillingly Lou accepted the glass of water he held out to her. She’d just caught a horrified glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror—her ghost-white face streaked with mascara, her lipstick smeared. The pretty, confident picture she’d painted for David totally ruined. Like her life.
Not only did she look like hell, she thought, writhing inwardly, but she’d just thrown up in front of a man she detested.
She said stiltedly, ‘I think I’d like to be alone now.’
‘Just as you wish.’ He paused. ‘I’ll have some tea brought up to you.’
‘Tea?’ Her voice rose. ‘My heart is broken, and you offer me—bloody clichés.’
‘It’s also the classic remedy for shock,’ he returned, unperturbed. ‘And hearts are more resilient than you think. Would you like me to help you to your room?’
‘No,’ she said. ‘And stop behaving like someone out of a medical drama. Because the best thing you could do for me would be to get out of my sight, and my life.’
‘I think,’ Alex Fabian said quietly, ‘that’s something that could be open to discussion. But possibly not at this moment.’
‘Not ever,’ Lou said fiercely. ‘So—please go.’
She turned away, and began to run hot water into the basin, and when she glanced around again she was alone. Which was something she would have to get accustomed to, she realised, wretchedness stabbing her as she washed her face.
With the worst ravages removed, she went back to her room and threw herself across the bed, digging clenched fists into the coverlet.
Love must indeed be blind, she thought, because she’d never had the slightest idea that David might be looking elsewhere. She’d always felt so happy and comfortable with him, and on the surface everything had seemed just the same.
Yet, she supposed, there had been clues for anyone with a suspicious mind. The fact that David no longer talked about the wedding had been one. And he’d been more preoccupied than usual lately, although he’d blamed problems at work for that.
And Ellie hadn’t been the same either, dating Alex Fabian with such feverish, determined enjoyment. As if trying to convince herself that they could have a life together.
You fool, she told herself. You complacent, trusting idiot.
She could sense the tears gathering inside her, threatening to fill the ache of emptiness. And pain was prowling, too, waiting to sink its claws into her heart and mind.
The tap at her door sent her bolt upright, looking apprehensively over her shoulder. But it was only Mrs Gladwin bringing the threatened tea. Her face was solemn, but her eyes, understandably, were sparking with curiosity.
