brought his second wife home, and already Tabitha had become aware that she wasnât liked. Her stepmother had stopped and looked at her reflection over her shoulder and said, gently mocking: âWhy do you fuss so, Tabitha, surely you know by now that there is nothing much you can do to improve matters? Youâre a plain girl, my dear.â Tabitha could still hear that light mocking voice.
âWell, go on,â prompted Mr van Beek gently, but she shook her head and then changed her mind to say uncertainly: âWell, she only told me something I guessed was true, only I didnât want to admit itâ¦!â
âYou should never guess,â he stated firmly. âNow youâve got an idée fixe about it, havenât you? All you need is treatment.â
She eyed him suspiciously. âTreatment? What sort of treatment?â
âAt some convenient time I will answer that, Tabitha. Now shall we go indoors and finish this dance?â
Tabitha agreed, thinking that he was getting bored. The conversation had hardly been a sparkling one, and that had been her fault. The music had started some time earlier; he would only have to partner her once or twice round the drawing room. She was right, or almost so, for they had circled the floor exactly one and a half times when the band stopped playing and she muttered some excuse about speaking to an old friend, and went to sit by old Lady Tripp, who was indeed an old friend of her motherâs when she had been alive. Tabitha plunged into an awkward conversation; her companion was deaf and everything had to be said at least twice, so that the thread was quickly lost.
In a minute or two she looked cautiously round the room and saw Mr van Beek dancing with Lilith. Even from the other end of the room, she could see that Lilith was sparkling, her lovely face alight with pleasure, which apparently Mr van Beek shared, for he was smiling down at her, and whatever it was he was saying made her laugh happily. Tabitha smiled herself, albeit with difficulty, while she listened with sympathy to Lady Trippâs detailed description of her arthritis, at the same time wondering how and where Lilith had met Mr van Beek. Her stepmother had said that Lilith had met someone at the Johnsonsâ, and as far as she could see, he was the someoneâand just the sort of man Lilith would marry. He was a good deal too old for her, of course, but did that really matter if he had a good position and money to give her all the luxuries she demanded of life? Lilith was undoubtedly the sort of girl a man would want for a wife, especially an older, successful man, and presumably Mr van Beek was successful. She wasnât sure, but it seemed unlikely that he could afford to run a Bentley like his unless he had a very good practice or money of his ownâMr Raynard had said that he was at the height of his career. She was roused sharply from her thoughts by Lady Tripp, who wanted to know, in the kindest possible way, if she had a young man yet. She was attempting to answer this question when she was asked to dance, and although it was one of the very young men trailing attendance on Lilith, Tabitha welcomed him with rather more enthusiasm than she felt and followed him on to the dance floor to twist and whirl and weave with a gracefulness which Mr van Beek, who was talking to the vicar, watched with a lazy enjoyment which sadly enough she failed to observe.
Despite the lateness of the hour when she had gone to bed, Tabitha was up early the next morning. She would go back to St Martinâs after teaâbefore, if she could manage to get away, but now the sun was shining and a walk would be delightful before breakfast. She dressed and went down to the kitchen and made herself some tea and stood drinking it at the open kitchen door, thinking about the dance. It had been, according to her stepmother, a great success, even the fact that Tabitha had already met Mr van Beek
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