"Yes, madam," the butler continued. "My wife finds Miss Peake most difficult, madam. She is continually coming into the kitchen and criticizing and making remarks, and my wife doesn't like it, she doesn't like it at all. Wherever we have been, Mrs. Elgin and myself have always had very pleasant relations with the garden."
"I'm really sorry about that," Clarissa replied, suppressing a smile. "I'll – er – I'll try to do something about it. I'll speak to Miss Peake."
"Thank you, madam," said Elgin. He bowed and left the room, closing the hall door behind him."How tiresome they are, servants," Clarissa observed to Sir Rowland. "And what curious things they say. How can one have pleasant relations with the garden? It sounds improper, in a pagan kind of way."
"I think you're lucky, however, with this couple – the Elgins," Sir Rowland advised her. "Where did you get them?"
"Oh, the local registry office," Clarissa replied.
Sir Rowland frowned. "I hope not that what's-its-name one where they always send you crooks," he observed."Cooks?" asked Pippa, looking up from the floor where she was still sorting out cards."No, dear. Crooks," Sir Rowland repeated. "Do you remember," he continued, now addressing Clarissa, "that agency with the Italian or Spanish name – di Botello, wasn't it? – who kept sending you people to interview, most of whom turned out to be illegal aliens? Andy Hulme was virtually cleaned out by a couple he and his wife took on. They used Andy's horse-box to move out half the house. And they've never caught up with them yet."
"Oh, yes," Clarissa laughed. "I do remember." Then, "Come on, Pippa, hurry up," she ordered the child.
Pippa picked up the cards and got to her feet. 'There!" she exclaimed petulantly as she replaced the cards on the bookshelves. "I wish one didn't always have to do clearing up." She went towards the door, but was stopped by Clarissa who, picking up what was left of Pippa's bun from the table, called to her, "Here, take your bun with you," and handed it to her.
Pippa started to go again. "And your satchel," Clarissa continued.
Pippa ran to the easy chair, snatched up her satchel, and turned again towards the hall door."Hat!" Clarissa shouted.
Pippa put the bun on the table, picked up her hat, and ran to the hall door."Here!" Clarissa called her back again, picked up the piece of bun, stuffed it in Pippa's mouth, took the hat, jammed it on the child's head, and pushed her into the hall. "And shut the door, Pippa," she called after her.
Pippa finally made her exit, closing the door behind her. Sir Rowland laughed, and Clarissa, joining in his laughter, went to the table and took a cigarette from a box. Outside, the daylight was now beginning to fade, and the room was becoming a little darker."You know, it's wonderful!" Sir Rowland exclaimed. "Pippa's a different child, now. You've done a remarkably good job there, Clarissa."Clarissa went across to the sofa, and sat. "I think she really likes me now and trusts me," she said. "And I quite enjoy being a stepmother."Sir Rowland picked up a lighter from the occasional table by the sofa, and lit Clarissa's cigarette for her. "Well," he observed, "she certainly seems a normal, happy child again."Clarissa nodded in agreement. "I think living in the country has made all the difference," she suggested. "And she goes to a very nice school and is making lots of friends there. Yes, I think she's happy, and, as you say, normal."Sir Rowland frowned. "It's a shocking thing," he exclaimed, "to see a kid get into the state she was in. I'd like to wring Miranda's neck. What a dreadful mother she was."
"Yes," Clarissa agreed. "Pippa was absolutely terrified of her mother."Sir Rowland joined Clarissa on the sofa. "It was a shocking business," he murmured.
Clarissa clenched her fists and made an angry gesture. "I feel furious every time I think of Miranda," she said. "What she made Henry suffer, and what she made that child go through. I still can't understand how any woman could."
"Taking drugs is a nasty business," Sir Rowland went on. "It alters your whole character."They sat for a moment in silence. Then Clarissa asked, "What do you think started her on drugs in the first place?"
"I think it was her friend, that swine Oliver Costello," Sir Rowland declared. "I believe he's in on the drug racket."
"He's a horrible man," Clarissa agreed. "Really evil, I always think."
"She's married him now, hasn't she?" Sir Rowland asked."Yes, they married about a month ago," Clarissa answered.
Sir Rowland shook his head. "Well, there's no doubt Henry's well rid of Miranda," he said. "He's a nice fellow, Henry." He repeated emphatically, "A really nice fellow."Clarissa smiled, and murmured gently, "Do you think you need to tell me that?"
"I know he doesn't say much," Sir Rowland went on. "He's what you might call undemonstrative – but he's sound all the way through." He paused, and then added, "That young fellow, Jeremy. What do you know about him?"Clarissa smiled again. "Jeremy? He's very amusing," she replied."Tschah!" Sir Rowland snorted. "That's all people seem to care about, these days." He gave Clarissa a serious look and continued, "You won't – you won't do anything foolish, will you?"Clarissa laughed. "Don't fall in love with Jeremy Warrender," she answered him. "That's what you mean, isn't it?"Sir Rowland still regarded her seriously. "Yes," he told her, "that's precisely what I mean. He's obviously very fond of you. Indeed, he seems unable to keep his hands off you. But you have a very happy marriage with Henry, and I wouldn't want you to do anything to put that in jeopardy."Clarissa gave him an affectionate smile. "Do you really think I would do anything so foolish?" she asked playfully."That would certainly be extremely foolish," Sir Rowland advised. He paused before continuing, "You know, Clarissa darling, I've watched you grow up. You really mean a great deal to me. If ever you're in trouble of any kind, you would come to your old guardian, wouldn't you?"
"Of course, Roly, darling," Clarissa replied. She kissed him on the cheek. "And you needn't worry about Jeremy. Really, you needn't. I know he's very engaging, and attractive and all that. But you know me, I'm only enjoying myself. Just having fun. It's nothing serious."Sir Rowland was about to speak again when Miss Peake suddenly appeared at the French windows.
CHAPTER FOUR
MlSS PEAKE had by now discarded her boots and was in her stockinged feet. She was carrying a head of broccoli."I hope you don't mind my coming in this way, Mrs. Hailsham-Brown," she boomed, as she strode across to the sofa. "I shan't make the room dirty, I've left my boots outside. I'd just like you to look at this broccoli." She thrust it over the back of the sofa in a belligerent manner, and stuck it under Clarissa's nose."It – er – it looks very nice," was all Clarissa could think of by way of reply.
Miss Peake thrust the broccoli under Sir Rowland's nose. "Take a look," she ordered him.
Sir Rowland did as he was told, and after surveying the broccoli he pronounced his verdict. "I can't see anything wrong with it," he declared. But he took the broccoli from her in order to give it a closer investigation."Of course there's nothing wrong with it," Miss Peake barked at him. "I took another one just like this into the kitchen yesterday, and that woman in the kitchen – " She broke off to add, by way of parenthesis, "Of course, I don't want to say anything against your servants, Mrs. Hailsham-Brown, though I could say a great deal." Returning to her main theme, she continued, "But that Mrs. Elgin actually had the nerve to tell me that it was such a poor specimen she wasn't going to cook it. She said something about, 'If you can't do better than that in the kitchen garden, you'd better take up some other job.' I was so angry I could have killed her."Clarissa began to speak, but Miss Peake ploughed on regardless. "Now you know I never want to make trouble," she insisted, "but I'm not going into that kitchen to be insulted." After a brief pause for breath, she resumed her tirade. "In future," she announced, "I shall dump the vegetables outside the back door, and Mrs. Elgin can leave a list there – "Sir Rowland at this point attempted to hand the broccoli back to her, but Miss Peake ignored him, and continued, "She can leave a list there of what is required." She nodded her head emphatically.