my disgust, I saw that Roy had risen on his hind legs and was licking the insides of the dishes on the sideboard.
âOh, you revolting creature,â said Pamela genially, apparently with no intention of stopping him. âDonât worry about Martin,â she added, to me. I saw that she liked to think of herself as being able to read other peopleâs minds. âHeâs a little monkey.He likes to give everyone a real going-over before he lets them anywhere near him. Heâll be devoted to you before long, I promise you.â
âI liked him,â I said, weakly.
âThatâs very sweet of you,â said Pamela. âHeâs a dear boy. He can be very rewarding.â She turned around abruptly and caught me leaning against the table. âPoor Stella, you must be exhausted after an evening in this madhouse. Why donât you just turn in?â
âI ought to help,â I said, hoping that she would refuse.
âDonât be silly. Piers loves fussing about down here late into the night. He contemplates the meaning of life and all that. Weâll just put everything in the sink for him.â
Almost resentfully, I resumed my clearing. Seeing my opportunity, however, I decided that this might be the time to approach Pamela about my duties.
âWhat time shall I be here tomorrow?â I said.
âTomorrow?â Pamela looked surprised. âWe arenât expecting you tomorrow. Itâs your day off on Sunday.â
âOh,â I said, overwhelmed by relief.
âOf course, youâre free to wander over. Weâll be having people for lunch, but you can come and go as you please. Youâll probably want a day to yourself just to get your bearings.â
âAll right.â
âOn Monday weâll start properly. Martinâs usually raring to go by about eight thirty. Poor Stella!â she said. Pamela was remarkably self-sufficient in conversation, and seemed to require few prompts from her interlocutor. âWe havenât really explained anything to you, have we? Itâs all been such a rush, I canât quite keep track of things.â
âDonât worry,â I said. Hearing my own voice, I was shocked by how terribly dull I sounded. âItâll all work itself out.â
âBut it wonât!â said Pamela sharply. âDonât you see that with a boy like Martin, things canât just be left to work themselves out? It all has to be carefully planned and considered. Heâs quitehelpless without us, and he needs his routines, so donât think that we can just muddle along somehow, or work it out, as you say, as we go along.â
Things had suddenly, and without my quite knowing how, taken a turn. I felt my heart begin to pound again with embarrassment and anxiety. Pamela did not appear to be entirely in control of herself.
âIâm sorry,â I said. âI didnât mean it like that.â
âWell,â said Pamela, unkindly. âJust so long as we understand one another.â
âIf you could just tell me,â I continued, close to tears, âwhat exactly his routines are, then Iâll find things much easier.â
This comment was clearly spoken in my own defence, making it evident to Pamela that it was through her fault, not mine, that my sense of my own duties was muddled. I had judged her to be a good-natured woman, but whether through tiredness or simply the wearing off of her initial veneer of politeness, I now saw that she had somehow become committed to a brittle and ill-tempered mood which my very presence was guaranteed to inflame. Even her figure seemed to have taken on sharp edges and angles, and as she spoke she gestured quite violently with her thin hands.
âStella, I really didnât expect to have to mollycoddle you and lead you by the hand every minute of the day. We need to have someone here to help us, not double the load. If you donât think
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