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magnificent.

      She’d merely raised a black eyebrow. ‘Oh? And what might that be?’ she’d asked coolly.

      It was Mallory who’d been embarrassed, unable to meet her gaze. ‘A lighter,’ she’d mumbled. ‘With mother-of-pearl on it.’

      Vanessa had obligingly searched through her handbag, handing the lighter over with an easy, open smile. ‘One hardly knows where one picks these things up!’

      That was it.

      No guilty looks, no pretend surprise. If anything, Mallory was the one left feeling apologetic for taking up her time.

      It only struck her later that Vanessa didn’t bother to ask to whom the lighter belonged.

      She didn’t have to.

      Still, Grace’s disappointment hit a nerve. Mallory knew she’d been unable to rise to the occasion. And to her shame, part of her had even been secretly impressed with Vanessa’s subtle blend of poise and audacity.

      ‘What did you want me to say?’ Mallory’s voice was brittle.

      Grace looked out of the window. ‘I don’t know.’

      She was being unfair to Mallory. She’d got the lighter back, after all.

      Grace slipped it into the pocket of her coat, where she often kept it; within easy reach. It had already begun to wear a hole in the silk lining.

      ‘It was bloody awkward, I can tell you. We were at the Royal Horticultural Society Spring Luncheon,’ Mallory added, as if that made her efforts more heroic. ‘Do me a favour. Light me a cigarette, will you?’

      Grace lit two.

      They smoked for a while.

      Mallory turned on the radio, moving from one station to the next, then turned it off again.

      The tension remained.

      Soon she reverted to her favourite subject. ‘So, what are you going to do about Roger anyway?’

      ‘I don’t know.’

      ‘Bloody fool!’ Mallory exhaled. It was easier to talk about his failings than hers; they were, after all, so glaring. ‘Men are so stupid, you just want to strangle them.’

      Grace said nothing.

      ‘What was he thinking of?’ She was building up momentum now. ‘Or was he thinking at all? I doubt it. How could he do this to you?’

      Grace turned the lighter over and over again in her pocket, feeling the reassuring weight of it in her hand. ‘It’s not entirely his fault, I suppose,’ she said quietly.

      ‘Not his fault?’ Mallory turned to look at her. ‘What on earth are you talking about?’

      Grace paused, shifted uneasily. ‘There are other factors, Mal. Things you don’t know about.’

      ‘What factors? You can’t possibly be defending him.’

      ‘I’m not. Not really.’

      ‘It sounds like you are.’

      ‘It’s just … well, the thing is …’ Grace stopped. She longed to confide in someone. And sitting here, side by side with Mallory in the car, felt safe; she wouldn’t have to look directly at her … she could just say it. ‘Our marriage has been difficult for some time.’

      Mallory looked at her. ‘What are you talking about?’

      Grace avoided her gaze. ‘The truth is, I’m something of a disappointment to Roger.’

      ‘A disappointment?’ Mallory felt her temper soar. ‘He’s the one who’s a disappointment! Why, there was a time when you could do no wrong – he used to worship you!’

      Mallory’s use of the past tense stung Grace’s ears – used to.

      She took another drag for courage. ‘I became pregnant, Mal. When we were first married.’

      ‘What? You never told me.’

      ‘I didn’t tell anyone. The truth is, I got pregnant before the wedding.’

      ‘Oh.’ She blinked at Grace in surprise, as if seeing her for the first time. She didn’t seem the type – so controlled and naïve.

      ‘And then I lost it,’ Grace added numbly.

      ‘Why didn’t you ever tell me? I could’ve helped you.’

      ‘Because it was over before it had really begun. Four months in, I woke up in terrible pain. There was blood … everywhere. It was a dreadful night.’

      ‘I’m so sorry, darling. But you know,’ Mallory added gently, ‘that’s not uncommon with the first try. Sometimes it takes a few goes before you last full term.’

      ‘Yes, but there won’t be any more tries,’ Grace said quietly. ‘There was an infection; it scarred me. I can’t have children.’

      ‘Are you sure?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘But have you been to see a doctor?’ Mallory pressed.

      ‘I’ve been to see three.’

      There was silence.

      Grace rolled down the window; she wanted fresh air on her face.

      ‘Sometime afterwards,’ she went on, ‘Roger took me out to dinner. He booked the same restaurant he proposed in. All the regular staff were there, shaking his hand, welcoming us back. Alfonse, the maître d’, took us to our favourite table, the one where Roger had got down on one knee two years earlier. Do you remember that?’

      Mallory nodded. ‘He gave you a diamond ring the likes of which I have yet to see again.’

      ‘Yes. Well, we sat down, ordered champagne cocktails and rib roast. It had been a long time since we’d been out together, just the two of us. We raised our glasses to toast one another and Roger looked at me and shook his head. He had this strange, empty expression on his face. “You’ll never be the same, will you?” he said. “You’ll never be the same lovely girl I married.” I didn’t understand. I thought he was making some bad joke. But he wasn’t. He took a drink and said, “So, now what are we going to do?”’

      Mallory looked across at her, stunned.

      ‘I suppose in his mind, that was the end. He hasn’t been with me, you know, slept with me, since.’

      ‘But what happened wasn’t your fault, Grace!’

      Grace wiped a tear away with her gloved fingertip. ‘It doesn’t make any difference, Mal. I’m broken, defective. I can’t give him what he wants. Now he regrets that he married me at all.’

      It began to rain, a fine misty shower, sending rivulets snaking down the windows as they wove through the London morning traffic.

      Mallory turned on the windscreen wipers.

      She was out of her depth. Any difficulties in her marriage had been swiftly negotiated with extra cocktails and placating trips to the jewellers.

      But from the very beginning, everything about Grace and Roger’s romance had been extreme; the vivid Technicolor version of everyone else’s black-and-white lives. From their first meeting at the Grosvenor Square Ball, Roger had been almost frighteningly in love with her. Grace was new to London, unaffected and artlessly charming. His attentions were obsessive, extending to lavish gifts and very public displays of adoration. There was the surprise birthday party he’d thrown her at Scott’s, after only a few months of knowing her, complete with a pearl necklace and fifty of his closest friends. Mallory remembered being slightly jealous; wondering why Geoffrey couldn’t make more of an effort.

      And Grace had been dazzled. By the time their engagement was announced, it was already a foregone conclusion.

      It

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