IT WAS indeed Anneliese, in the arms of a man the professor didn’t know, being kissed and kissing with unmistakable ardour.
With such ardour that they didn’t see him. He stood in the doorway, watching them, until the man caught sight of him, pushed Anneliese away and then caught her hand in his.
The professor strolled into the room. ‘I don’t think I have had the pleasure of meeting you,’ he said pleasantly. ‘Anneliese, please introduce me to your friend.’
Anneliese was for once at a loss for words. The man held out a hand. ‘Hubold Koppelar, an old friend of Anneliese.’
The professor ignored the hand. He looked down his splendid nose at Koppelar. ‘How old?’ he asked. ‘Before Anneliese became engaged to me?’
Anneliese had found her tongue. ‘Of course it was. Hubold went away to Canada; I thought he would never come back…’
The professor took out his spectacles, put them on and looked at her carefully. ‘So you made do with me?’
Anneliese tossed her head. ‘Well, what else was there to do? I want a home and money, like any other woman.’
‘I am now no longer necessary to your plans for the future, though?’ asked the professor gently. ‘Consider yourself free, Anneliese, if that is what you want.’
Hubold drew her hand through his arm. ‘She wants it, all right. Of course, we hadn’t meant it to be like this—we would have let you down lightly…’
The professor’s eyes were like flint, but he smiled. ‘Very good of you. And now the matter is settled there is no need for us to meet again, is there? I regret that I cannot show you the door at this moment, but the New Year is an occasion in this house and I won’t have it spoilt. I must ask you both to remain and behave normally until after midnight. Now, let us go together and meet my guests…’
So Emmy, about to go upstairs to get into the despised brown dress, was one of the first to see him come into the hall, with Anneliese on one side of him and the man she had brought with her on the other. It was easy to escape for everyone else surged forward to meet him.
‘Ruerd, how lovely,’ cried Joke. ‘We didn’t expect you until much later…’
‘An unexpected surprise,’ said the professor, and watched Emmy’s small person disappear up the staircase. Nothing of his feelings showed on his face.
He made some laughing remark to Anneliese and went to talk to his grandmother and father and mother, then presently to mingle with his guests before everyone went away to change for the evening.
Emmy didn’t waste much time on dressing. She took a uninterested look at her person in the looking-glass, put a few extra pins into the coil of hair in the nape of her neck and went along to the nursery to make sure that the children were ready for bed. As a great treat, they were to be roused just before midnight and brought downstairs to greet the New Year, on the understanding that they went to their beds punctually and went to sleep.
It seemed unlikely that they would, thought Emmy, tucking them in while she wondered how best to arrange her departure just as soon as possible.
To travel on New Year’s Day would be impossible, but if she could see the professor in the morning and ask him to arrange for her to travel on the following day she would only need to stay one more day. And with so many people in the house it would be easy enough to keep out of the way. Anyway, he would surely be wrapped up in Anneliese. Emmy would get up early and pack, just in case there was some way of leaving sooner.
Fortune smiled on her for once. Sitting in a quiet corner of the drawing room was Oom Domus, middle-aged and a widower. He told her that he was going to the Hook of Holland to catch the ferry to England late on New Year’s Day. ‘It sails at midnight, as you may know. There will be almost no trains and buses or ferries tomorrow. It is very much a national holiday here.’
‘Do you drive there?’ asked Emmy.
‘Yes; I’m going to stay with friends in Warwickshire.’
Emmy took a quick breath. ‘Would you mind very much giving me a lift as far as Dover? I’m going back to England now that Nanny will be back tomorrow.’
If Oom Domus was surprised he didn’t show it. ‘My dear young lady, I shall be delighted. You live in Dorset, do you not? Far better if I drive you on to London and drop you off at whichever station you want.’
‘You’re very kind. I—I haven’t seen the professor to tell him yet, but I’m sure he won’t mind.’
Oom Domus had watched Ruerd not looking at Emmy, just as she was careful not to look at him. He thought it likely that both of them would mind, but he wasn’t going to say so. He said easily, ‘I shall leave around seven o’clock tomorrow evening, my dear. That will give you plenty of time to enjoy your day.’
As far as Emmy was concerned the day was going to be far too long. She wanted to get away as quickly as she could, away from Ruerd and his lovely home, and away from Anneliese.
Aunt Beatrix joined them then, and Emmy looked around her at the laughing and talking people near her. There was no sign of the professor for the moment, but Anneliese was there, as beautiful as ever, in yards of trailing chiffon. She was laughing a great deal, and looked flushed. Excitement at seeing Ruerd again? Or drinking too much?
Emmy took a second glass of sherry when Cokker offered it; perhaps if she drank everything she was offered during the evening it would be over more quickly. She caught sight of the professor’s handsome features as he came across the room; she tossed back the sherry and beat a retreat into a group of cousins, who smilingly welcomed her and switched to English as easily as changing hats.
If the professor had noticed this, he gave no sign, merely passed the time of day with his uncle and went to talk to Joke.
‘You look like a cat who’s swallowed the cream,’ she told him. ‘What’s going on behind that bland face of yours?’
When he only smiled she said, ‘Nanny’s back tomorrow. Have you arranged to take Emmy home?’
‘No, not yet.’
‘For some reason she’s keen to go as soon as possible—said she has to find a job.’
‘I’ll talk to her when there’s a quiet moment. Here’s Cokker to tell us that dinner is served.’
Twenty persons sat down to the table which had been extended for the occasion, and Emmy found herself between two of the professor’s friends—pleasant, middle-aged men who knew England well and kept up a lively conversation throughout the meal.
Emmy, very slightly muzzy from her tossed-back sherry, ate her mushrooms in garlic and cream, drank a glass of white wine with the lobster Thermidor and a glass of red wine with the kidneys in a calvados and cream sauce. And another glass of sweet white wine with the trifle and mince pies…
The meal was leisurely and the talk lively. The professor’s father, sitting at the head of the table, listened gravely to Anneliese, who was so animated that Emmy decided that she really had drunk too much. Like me, reflected Emmy uneasily. He had Grandmother ter Mennolt on his other side, who, excepting when good manners demanded, ignored Anneliese. The professor was at the other end of the table, sitting beside his mother with Aunt Beatrix on his other side. Emmy wondered why he and Anneliese weren’t sitting together. Perhaps there was a precedent about these occasions…
They had coffee at the table so that it was well after eleven o’clock before everyone went back to the drawing room. Anneliese was with Ruerd now, her friend at the other end of the room talking to Joke’s husband. Emmy wondered if the professor would make some sort of announcement about his forthcoming marriage; Anneliese had told her that it was to be within the next few weeks, and presumably everyone there would be invited.
Nothing was said, and just before twelve o’clock she slipped away to rouse the children and bring them down to the drawing room. The older ones were awake—she suspected that they hadn’t been to sleep yet—but the smaller ones needed a good deal of rousing. She was joined by Joke and Alemke presently, and they led the children downstairs, where they stood, owl-eyed and excited, each with a small glass of lemonade with which to greet the New Year.
Someone had tuned into the BBC, and Cokker was going round filling glasses with champagne. The maids and the gardener had joined them by now, and there was a ripple of excitement as Big Ben struck the first stroke. There were cries of Gelukkige Niewe Jaar! and the children screamed with delight as the first of the fireworks outside the drawing-room windows were set off.
Everyone was darting to and fro, kissing and shaking hands and wishing each other good luck and happiness. Emmy was kissed and greeted too, standing a little to one side with the smallest child—already half-asleep again despite the fireworks—tucked against her shoulder. Even Anneliese paused by her, but not to wish her well. All she said was, ‘Tomorrow you will be back in England.’
Hubold Koppelar, circling the group, paused by her, looked her over and went past her without a word. He wasn’t sure who she was; one of the maids, he supposed, detailed to look after the children. Anneliese would tell him later. For the moment they were keeping prudently apart, mindful of the professor’s words, uttered so quietly but not to be ignored.
Emmy had been edging round the room, avoiding the professor as he went from one group to the other, exchanging greetings, but he finally caught up with her. She held out a hand and said stiffly, looking no higher than his tie, ‘A happy New Year, Professor.’
He took the hand and held it fast. ‘Don’t worry, Ermentrude. I’m not going to kiss you; not here and now.’
He smiled down at her and her heart turned over.
‘We shall have a chance to talk tomorrow morning,’ he told her. ‘Or perhaps presently, when the children are back in bed.’
Emmy gazed at him, quite unable to think of anything to say, looking so sad that he started to ask her what was the matter—to be interrupted by Aunt Beatrix, asking him briskly if he would have a word with his grandmother.
He let Emmy’s hand go at last. ‘Later,’ he said, and smiled with such tenderness that she swallowed tears.
She watched his massive back disappear amongst his guests. He was letting her down lightly, letting her see that he was going to ignore a situation embarrassing to them both. She felt hot all over at the thought.
It was a relief to escape with the children and put them back into their beds. She wouldn’t be missed, and although there was a buffet supper she couldn’t have swallowed a morsel. She went to her room, undressed and got into bed, lying awake until long after the house was quiet.
There was no one at breakfast when she went downstairs in the morning. Cokker brought her coffee and toast, which she didn’t want. Later, she promised herself, when the professor had a few minutes to spare, she would explain about going back to England with Oom Domus. He would be pleased; it made a neat end to an awkward situation. Anneliese would have got her way, too… She hadn’t seen Anneliese after those few words; she supposed that she was spending the night here and would probably stay on now the professor was home.
Emmy got up and went to look out of the window. Ruerd was coming towards the house with Tip and Solly, coming from the direction of the shore. If she had the chance she would go once more just to watch the wintry North Sea and then walk back over the dunes along the path which would afford her a glimpse of the house beyond the garden. It was something she wanted to remember for always.
She went back upstairs before he reached the house; the children must be wakened and urged to dress and clean their teeth. Joke had said that they would be leaving that afternoon at the same time as Alemke and her husband and children.
‘Everyone else will go before lunch,’ she had told Emmy. ‘My mother and father will stay for lunch, of course, but Grandmother and Aunt Beatrix will go at the same time as the others.’
Cousins and aunts and uncles and family and friends began to take their leave soon after breakfast, and, once they had gone, Emmy suggested that she should take the children down for a last scamper on the sands.
‘Oh, would you?’ asked Joke. ‘Just for an hour, so they can let off steam? Nanny will be waiting for us when we get home. They’re going to miss you, Emmy.’
The professor was in his study with his father. Emmy bundled the children into their coats, wrapped herself up against the winter weather outside and hurried them away before he should return. She still had to tell him that she was leaving, but perhaps a brisk run out of doors would give her the courage to do so.
At the end of an hour, she marshalled her charges into some sort of order and went back to the house, and, since their boots and shoes were covered in damp sand and frost, they went in through the side door. It wasn’t until it was too late to retreat that she saw the professor standing there, holding the door open.
The children milled around him, chattering like magpies, but presently he said something to them and they trooped away, leaving Emmy without a backward glance. She did her best to slide past the professor’s bulk.
‘I’ll just go and help the children,’ she began. And then went on ashamed of her cowardice, ‘I wanted to see you, Professor. I’d like to go back to England today, if you don’t mind. Oom Domus said he would give me a lift this evening.’ When he said nothing she added, ‘I’ve had a lovely time here, and you’ve been so kind. I’m very grateful, but it’s time I went back to England.’
He glanced at her and looked away. ‘Stay a few more days, Ermentrude. I’ll take you back when I go.’
‘I’d like to go today—and it’s so convenient, isn’t it? I mean, Oom Domus is going over to England this evening.’
‘You have no wish to stay?’ he asked, in what she thought was a very casual voice. ‘We must talk…’
‘No—no. I’d like to go as soon as possible.’
‘By all means go with Oom Domus.’ He stood aside. ‘Don’t let me keep you; I expect that you have things to do. Lunch will be in half an hour or so.’
She slipped past him, and then stopped as he said, without turning round, ‘You have avoided me, Ermentrude. You have a reason?’
‘Yes, but I don’t want to talk about it. It’s—personal.’ She paused. ‘It’s something I’d rather not talk about,’ she repeated.
When he didn’t answer, she went away. It hadn’t been at all satisfactory; she had expected him to be relieved, even if he expressed polite regret at her sudden departure. He had sounded withdrawn, as though it didn’t matter whether she came or went. Probably it didn’t matter, she told herself firmly. He must surely be relieved to bring to an end what could only have been an embarrassing episode. As for the kiss, what to her had been a glorious moment in her life had surely been a mere passing incident in his.
She went to her room and sat down to think about it. She could, of course, write to him, but what would be the point? He would think that she was wishful of continuing their friendship—had it been friendship? She no longer knew—and that would be the last thing he would want with his marriage to Anneliese imminent. Best leave things as they were, she decided, and tidied her hair, looked rather despairingly at her pale face and went down to lunch.
She had been dreading that, but there was no need. The professor offered her sherry with easy friendliness and during lunch kept the conversation to light-hearted topics, never once touching on her departure. It seemed to her that he was no longer interested in it.
She made the excuse that she still had some last-minute packing to do after lunch. If she remained in the drawing room it would mean that everyone would have to speak in English, and it was quite likely they wanted to discuss family matters in their own language. It had surprised her that Anneliese hadn’t come to lunch—perhaps Ruerd was going to her home later that day. Everyone would be gone by the late afternoon and he would be able to do as he pleased.
Of course, she had no packing to do. She went and sat by the window and stared out at the garden and the dunes and the sea beyond. It would be dark in a few hours, but the sun had struggled through the clouds now, and the pale sunlight warmed the bare trees and turned the dull-grey sea into silver. It wouldn’t last long; there were clouds banking up on the horizon, and a bitter wind.
She was turning away from the window when she saw the professor with his dogs, striding down the garden and across the dunes. He was bare-headed, but wearing his sheepskin jacket so that he looked even larger than he was.
She watched him for a moment, and then on an impulse put on her own coat, tied a scarf over her head and went quietly downstairs and out of the side door. The wind took her breath as she started down the long garden, intent on reaching Ruerd while she still had the courage. She was going away, but she had given him no reason and he was entitled to that, and out here in the bleakness of the seashore it would be easier to tell him.
The wind was coming off the sea and she found it slow going; the dunes were narrow here, but they were slippery—full of hollows and unexpected hillocks. By the time she reached the sands the professor was standing by the water, watching the waves tumbling towards him.
The sun had gone again. She walked towards him, soundless on the sand, and when she reached him put out a hand and touched his sleeve.
He turned and looked at her then, and she saw how grim he looked and how tired. She forgot her speech for a moment.
‘You ought not to be out in this weather without a hat,’ she told him. And then, ‘I can’t go away without telling you why I’m going, Ruerd. I wasn’t going to—Anneliese asked me not to say anything—but perhaps she won’t mind if you explain to her… I’m going because I’m in love with you. You know that, don’t you? She told me so. I’m sorry you found out; I didn’t think it showed. It must have been awkward for you.’
She looked away from him. ‘You do see that I had to tell you? But now that I have you can forget all about it. You’ve been kind. More than kind.’ She gulped. ‘I’m sure you will be very happy with Anneliese…’
If she had intended to say anything more she was given no opportunity to do so. Wrapped so tightly in his arms that she could hardly breathe she heard his voice roaring above the noise of the wind and waves.
‘Kind? Kind? My darling girl, I have not been kind. I have been in love with you since the moment I first saw you, spending hours thinking up ways of seeing more of you and knowing that I had given Anneliese my promise to marry her. It has been something unbearable I never wish to live through again.’
He bent his head and kissed her. It was even better than the kiss under the mistletoe, and highly satisfactory. All the same, Emmy muttered, ‘Anneliese…?’
‘Anneliese no longer wishes to marry me. Forget her, my darling, and listen to me. We shall marry, you and I, and live happily ever after. You do believe that?’
Emmy peeped up into his face, no longer grim and tired but full of tenderness and love. She nodded. ‘Yes, Ruerd. Oh, yes. But what about Anneliese?’
He kissed her soundly. ‘We will talk later; I’m going to kiss you again.’
‘Very well,’ said Emmy. ‘I don’t mind if you do.’
They stood, the pair of them, just for a while in their own world, oblivious of the wind and the waves and the dogs running to and fro.
Heaven, thought Emmy happily, isn’t necessarily sunshine and blue skies—and she reached up to put her arms round her professor’s neck.
At the end of the garden, Oom Domus, coming to look for her, adjusted his binoculars, took a good look and hurried back to the house. He would have a lonely trip to England, but what did that matter? He was bursting with good news.