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the Nieuwe Kerk another time.’ He added casually: ‘How many half days do you get in a week?’

      ‘Two. I’d love to see the Steen, but are you—can you spare the time?’

      ‘I’ve an hour, as I said. I like to be home at four o’clock for the children. I usually have visits in the afternoon, but I did them early.’

      ‘You’re a doctor?’ And when he nodded, ‘How many children have you?’

      ‘Three, two boys and a girl. But they’re not mine, they’re my sister’s—she’s away for a few months and I’ve got them with me.’

      It was ridiculous to feel so relieved. When he added: ‘I’m not married,’ Constantia smiled widely. ‘Oh—how do you manage, then?’

      He shrugged enormous shoulders. ‘It isn’t for very long—three or four months.’ They were walking across the Markt towards the Raadhuis, not hurrying their steps. ‘And how do you enjoy looking after Mrs Dowling?’

      ‘You know her?’

      ‘Oh, yes—not as a friend, though.’

      ‘Well then, I can tell you, can’t I? I don’t enjoy it at all, but I love being here in Delft, so that makes up for it.’

      ‘Makes up for what?’

      ‘Mrs Dowling is rather a difficult patient,’ she said carefully, and listened to his bellow of laughter.

      ‘My dear young lady, that is the understatement of the year. Does she still change her diet at every opportunity?’

      ‘Oh, yes.’ Constantia stopped to look up at him and thought what a kind face he had. ‘But I’m sorry for her too. She’s rich, you know, and miserable with it.’

      He stared down at her, smiling faintly. ‘You think that being rich makes one miserable?’

      ‘I don’t know exactly, how should I? I’ve never been rich, but I don’t think wealthy people have much fun…’

      ‘You wouldn’t marry a rich man?’

      She shook her head. ‘They worry about their money, don’t they? When I marry, if my husband wants to worry, then I’d like him to worry about me.’

      ‘You don’t mind having no money, then?’

      ‘No.’ She paused and added seriously: ‘Isn’t it funny the way we’re talking, just as though we’ve known each other for years and years.’

      He said easily, ‘Oh, I’m a great believer in instant friendship.’ They had reached the Stadhuis and he ushered her up the steps and in through the door to a marble hall; the great staircase faced the door and there were a number of much smaller doors in the walls. Doctor van der Giessen knocked on one of them and poked his head round it to speak to someone in the room beyond. Constantia stood patiently listening to the unintelligible conversation, and wished she could understand just a little of it; if she were to stay much longer she would start to learn.

      Her companion opened the door a little wider and an elderly bearded face peered round it at her, smiled, nodded and disappeared again. ‘We can potter,’ her guide informed her.

      They climbed the stairs together and he showed her the Council Chamber and waited patiently while she admired the view from its windows, and then the portraits of the members of the House of Orange on its walls before leading her to the Wedding Chamber. Constantia, athirst for information, asked: ‘Does everyone have to get married here?’

      ‘Oh, yes—it isn’t legal otherwise.’

      ‘But what about church? I shouldn’t feel married…’

      Doctor van der Giessen smiled a little. ‘A number of people are married in church too. A twice tied knot, one might say.’ He put a hand on her arm. ‘Come and see the Steen Tower.’

      It seemed that he was a privileged visitor and she was glad of it; the Steen Tower proved to house a small museum, closed for the time being to the public, the contents of which—to do with the law of the land—her companion explained in a leisurely manner. As they were leaving the Stadhuis at length, he asked: ‘Tea? There’s a small teashop just across the Markt.’

      He gave her a placid smile and she thought again what a nice man he was and how easy she felt with him. ‘I’d love some, but do you have the time?’

      ‘Oh, yes. I’ve no surgery until half-past five.’

      ‘The children?’

      ‘Playing with friends after school—they’ll be brought home.’

      She smiled widely at him. ‘Well then—’ They started to walk across the Markt. ‘What a lovely half day I’m having,’ she told him happily.

      He beamed down at her. ‘Yes? And I—it is very pleasant to show one’s home town to someone who is really interested in it.’

      They had reached a small corner shop, a pastry cook’s she had thought, but through it was a very small room with tables and chairs, quite empty. They had their tea and Constantia ate a cream cake with real pleasure. ‘For,’ she explained, ‘Mrs Dowling mustn’t have anything like this—I have to eat the same food as she does.’

      Her companion looked astonished. ‘But she’s on a diabetic diet, is she not?’

      Constantia nodded. ‘Yes—I have sugar in my tea and coffee, of course. But no cake or biscuits or puddings.’

      The doctor muttered something in Dutch and she said severely: ‘That sounded rude.’

      He laughed. ‘It was. Have another cake—your carbohydrates must be at a very low ebb.’

      She speared a second luscious confection. ‘Yes, I thought that too. I’m being greedy. You’ve not eaten anything.’ It occurred to her suddenly that perhaps he hadn’t very much money—three children would cost a lot to feed and he had a dreadful old car. On the other hand, when he had taken off his sheepskin jacket, she had noticed that the grey suit he was wearing was of very fine cloth and most elegantly cut. Of course, being such a size he would have to have his clothes made for him, just as he would have to present a well-tailored person to his patients. Probably he bought a very expensive suit every five years or so. It worried her a little and she said presently: ‘It is kind of you to give me tea—I mean, we’ve only just met, and you didn’t have to…if we’d been old friends or not seen each other for a long time…’

      He smiled lazily at her. ‘I hope we’ll soon be old friends, and I have the strangest feeling that I have known you for a very long time.’

      ‘That’s funny—I felt like that too when we met. Perhaps we’ve met before and haven’t remembered.’ She poured more tea for them both. ‘Do you ever go to London?’

      ‘Yes—from time to time.’

      ‘Well, perhaps that’s it? St Anne’s isn’t a very big hospital, but it specialises in deficiency diseases and diabetes and metabolism.’

      ‘And do you plan to go back there?’

      She shook her head. ‘Oh, no, I thought I’d do private nursing for a year because one can really save money, and then I shall go to Canada or New Zealand.’

      ‘Your family don’t mind?’ he asked.

      ‘I haven’t a family. I can only just remember my parents. An aunt brought me up; she died a year or two ago. There isn’t anyone else.’

      ‘No boy-friend?’

      ‘No.’

      He leaned back in his chair and looked at her thoughtfully. ‘I’m surprised. Don’t you approve of us?’

      She had to laugh. ‘Of course I do, only I’ve never met anyone I wanted to marry. I expect I shall one day.’

      ‘I

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