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A Quiet Life. Natasha Walter
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isbn 9780008113766
Автор произведения Natasha Walter
Издательство HarperCollins
‘I couldn’t,’ Sybil said, ‘but I have sent some of our things to the country. It’s very hard, though, to live without them, you know. There’s a painting of Mummy by de László, Daddy gave it to me when she died, and I must say I want to cry whenever I see the gap on the wall.’
Laura felt the vibration of Sybil’s sorrow and also her expectation – the expectation of the extremely privileged – that her sorrow could be paraded in public without mockery. But Laura did what was expected of her, telling Sybil how sensitive she was and how awful it must be for her to live without her lovely things. Laura had had a glimpse of the things that evening at the party, after all, and while at the time they had seemed no more meaningful than objects in a museum, the paintings and mirrors and carpets and tables in those rooms, now she realised what gorgeous evidence they must have been of Sybil’s taste and wealth and family, and how hard it would be, if you were given that evidence every day, suddenly to lose it.
‘You do understand,’ said Sybil surprisingly, looking at Laura. Laura, who only understood that suddenly there was a vibrating chord of sympathy between them that she did not want to lose, nodded, and went on asking Sybil about her house.
When Edward and Winifred returned to the table, the conversation became general. They were talking about rationing for a while, and how grim life would be if it were imposed. Winifred, who was working for the Ministry of Food, had another view, the view that Laura had heard many times from Florence and Elsa, that rationing would be helpful for the working classes. ‘You cannot imagine how poor their diet is,’ she said incongruously in this room dedicated to hedonism. Unsurprisingly Alistair teased her immediately, asking her about the gospel of porridge, but Laura rather admired her courage for talking so inappropriately.
‘You live in Highgate, don’t you?’ Edward’s comment seemed not to follow anything, as he looked at Winifred and Laura. ‘It’s awfully far out – how do you manage in the blackout?’ Winifred explained that they were now all living in Cissie’s flat, although her mother had made them promise that they would move back if the aerial raids began. And they would go back for Christmas.
Christmas … was the year already so far advanced? The last letters that Laura had had from her mother had insisted that she must come home before Christmas, and now it was almost upon them.
‘And will Giles be back in Highgate then too?’ Edward asked.
‘It’s been so long! Quentin and Giles – how our circle is depleted,’ Alistair said with a little moan. There had been another man in their circle when she had first met them, Laura remembered, an untidy, rude man who had not even spoken to her. But nobody seemed to be missing him as Winifred said that yes, she thought Giles would be back for Christmas.
‘But you’ll be at Sutton with us, won’t you?’ Sybil asked Edward.
‘You all spend Christmas together?’ Laura asked Sybil, trading on the intimacy that had sprung up between them when they had been talking about London, and she was not disappointed. Sybil turned to her and explained a new facet of these relationships, one which reoriented the people around her. Sybil’s husband Toby was Edward’s brother. And so every Christmas they went to Toby and Edward’s childhood home in the country.
Toby … Laura had no sense of who he was; she had not remembered any man at Sybil’s side at the party. ‘He’ll be here later,’ Sybil said, ‘or he said he would be. They are sitting late at the House, and this place isn’t really his cup of tea. Too rackety.’
As if to underline her point, a woman in a rather bedraggled boa had just joined the small band and was singing in a voice that seemed flat on the high notes and sharp on the low ones. But under the music Laura was content to sit in silence, drinking the glass of champagne that was now in front of her, recognising that these people were no longer complete strangers to her.
Later in the evening Toby did arrive, and Laura looked at him, trying to pinpoint the similarity to Edward. Although he was fair, it was a sandy, freckly fairness, and rather than Edward’s stillness there was something fidgety about him – he was constantly turning from one person to another, patting his face or straightening his tie, moving his glass or his napkin. But the group felt a little more balanced after he arrived, since he was happy enough to dance once or twice with Cissie and to bring Alistair new gossip from Parliament to refresh the conversation. It was late into the night when Sybil asked the waiter if taxis could be found. They were a long time coming, so all of them, except Edward, squashed into one – he would walk, he said, he liked walking in the blackout. The darkness was shockingly deep on that moonless night and he was quickly swallowed up into it.
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