to take Constantin with me.â
He tousled Deborahâs hair as he rose.
âNo, that wonât work, darling,â said Mrs Capstone. âWe need him to â¦â
âCanât be helped. Youâll have to make some other arrangement.â
âBut really ⦠!â
âI havenât time to talk about it now.â
Mrs Capstone kept her voice and face under perfect control. Poppy merely sensed the surge of anger.
âWell, if youâve got to have him ⦠In that case ⦠Iâll get my diary and weâll sort things out in the car. At least then I can drive it home.â
âIf youâre free â¦â
His glance at Poppy registered that she was of no interest or importance.
âIâll need to go in ten minutes,â he said, and left. Deborah made no attempt to delay him by clinging, though she looked for a moment as if she was thinking of trying the effect of a scream. Mrs Capstone rose.
âI hope you donât mind,â she said. âMy husbandâs a busy man, and I donât see as much of him as Iâd like.â
The charm seemed unforced, though no doubt a lifetime in politics would coarsen the act.
âI quite understand,â said Poppy. âToby will have a lovely time investigating Deborahâs toys.â
âShe doesnât have as many as some children. I donât believe in that, but ⦠oh well, why not, once in a way? Put plenty of towels down in the bathroom, Peony, and they can play with the bidet again.â
2
When she got home Poppy found Nell sitting on the steps down to her basement flat, reading a cloth book to Nelson.
âHello,â she said. âWhatâs the matter? Have you been waiting long?â
âCouncil are closing the commune. Tonight itâs going to be. They wanted to take us by surprise but we got told.â
Poppy saw a crammed old rucksack in the corner under the arch made by the steps up to the house above.
âIâm so glad you took me at my word,â she said. âI was afraid you mightnât. Come in and weâll make a pot of tea.â
âTea would be great. Thanks a lot, Poppy. Itâll be just two or three days till we can sort something out.â
âThatâs fine.â
Elias tolerated Toby, but viewed other children with deep distrust. As Poppy opened the kitchen door he rose royally from his cushion on the dresser, purring with the prospect of food, but seeing Nelson he assumed a look of affront and stalked out through the cat-flap. Nelson, a gentle and sweet-natured boy, gave a coo of delight and ran to the glass door into Poppyâs little back garden, pressing his nose close against the pane so that he could watch Elias taking out his resentment on what had once been a lilac but had degenerated into a scratch-pole with occasional sad leaves. Poppy made tea, found biscuits, showed Nell how the cooker worked so that she could warm milk for Nelson, put out half a can of Whiskas for Elias and led the way back to the living-room.
âIâll sleep in here,â she said. âIâve done it before. Thereâs room for both of you in my bed, and weâll get more privacy that way.â
âOh, no, that isnât right.â
They argued about it, but Poppy was firm. Nelson was a quite different character from Toby, who by now would have discovered the gas-tap and the telephone and the TV controls and Poppyâs sewing-machine, which sheâd had out three weeks now, meaning to finish shortening the yellow skirt sheâd bought for the holiday with Alex that hadnât happened. Instead Nelson, clutching his tortoise with one arm and sucking from his mug in his other hand, made cautious forays round the sofa, looked under cushions more as if he was checking for booby-traps than hoping to find buried treasure, and at last, deciding that this was a safe, or at least neutral, environment, began a quiet game
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