She half turned to look at him. Im fully aware of that, she answered shortly.
And Im in a position to solve your problems, he said. And before she could give him a curt, No, thank you, he was informing her, My grandfather owns a small apartment here in London where he and my grandmother stayed whenever they came up to town. He hasnt used it since her death, and hes said he will never again use it. But, because of his very happy memories of times spent there, neither will he part with it. Hes asked me to keep an eye on the place, and Ive stayed the occasional night there. But youd be doing me a favour if youd take it on. The place needs living in.
Good heavens! Youre offering me the tenancy? she exclaimed, guessing in advance that she would never be able to afford the rent.
What Im offering, in return for you giving me a half-hour of your time and standing up in front of some registrar and making the appropriate responses when asked, is somewhere to live. I think youll be comfortable there. Further to that, Ill undertake to fund any training you desire, be it a foundation course followed by university, or whatever you may wish to do.
This was jaw-dropping stuff! She had come out with him for a job interview and had never expected anything like this! She just had to recap. In return for an I will youre prepared to
On the day you marry me, he replied unhesitatingly, I shall arrange for ten thousand pounds to be paid into your bank, with subsequent top-ups as and when required.
No! she said, point-blank, and, nothing to argue about, she turned to face the front.
Think about it, he returned.
Id like to go home, she told him woodenly. She was aware of his hard scrutiny, but was relieved when after some seconds he too faced the front and started up his car.
Neither of them spoke on the way back to her home. What he was thinking about she had no idea, but her head was positively buzzing. Think about it, he had saidhow could she not?
When she was desperate for somewhere to live he was offering her free accommodation! When she had a need to train for a careerand by twenty-three most women had a toe-hold on several rungs of the career ladderhe was offering to finance her career training!
She should be snatching his hand off. Butmarry him! Colly knew that to marry him was something that she could just not do.
Having been silent all the way home, it was as if Silas Livingstone had thought to give her all the space she needed to get used to the idea. Because no sooner had he driven up to her front door than he turned to her.
Whats it to be? he enquired mildly.
I thought Id given you my answer.
That was instinctive, spur-of-the-moment, an unanalysed reaction. He shrugged that away. Marry me, he urged.
Idont even know you! she protested.
You dont need to know me, he countered. Just a half-hourwe need never see each other again.
No, she repeated. I cant. Im sorry. I know how very important this is to you, but
Youre right there, he cut in abruptly, causing her to stare at him. But, relenting suddenly, Ive had since Tuesday to adjust to the notion. Four days in which to weigh everything up, to mull it over and over, to get used to the idea before reaching the decision I have. On reflection, perhaps Im not being fair, dropping it on you like this and expecting you to come back with the answer I want.
She was about to reiterate that her answer was no. And that had she had those same four days it would not have made any differenceher answer would still be nothat she just did not need to think about it, or need to get used to the idea either. But Silas was no longer beside her. He was out of the car and had come round to the passenger door.
She stepped out and he stood with her for a moment on the gravel by the front door. He glanced down to where, in the light of the security lamps, her dark hair glowed with red lights. Think about it, he said. Think about it and Ill call you. Ill phone you Tuesday evening.
Colly looked up. His expression was telling her nothing. She opened her mouth to again tell him no, that she had no need to think about it, then realised that he was not in any kind of mood to take no from her.
Goodnight, she said, and went indoors.
Saturday and Sunday passed with Colly still trying to believe that the conversation that had taken place on Friday night had actually taken place and was not some figment of her imagination. Had Silas Livingstone really suggested they marry? Had he really told her to think about it and that he would call her for her answer?
Whateverhis astonishing proposal did achieve one thing: her head was so full of it there was small room for her to take much heed of Nanettes spiteful barbs whenever they were within speaking distance of each other.
Though on Monday morning Nanette was at her most vicious. You still here? she snapped when she eventually came down the stairs.
Im making plans, Colly returned, without a plan in her head.
Youd better make them pretty quick, then, Nanette retorted, going on to inform her nastily, If youre not out of this house by the end of the week Im having all the locks changed!
You cant do that! Colly gasped.
Whos going to stop me? Joseph Gillingham left this house to me. And, with a triumphant smirk, Its mine!
Not for the first time Colly wished that her fathers lawyer friend Henry Warren were there to advise her. Surely she could not be barred from her home of twenty-three years? Be put out in the streetjust like that! But Uncle Henry was still holidaying abroad, and to seek help from some other legal representative would take money. And money was in rather short supply just then.
How short was again brought home to her when, a little while later, she went looking for a flat to rent. Prices were sky-high! She couldnt so much as pay the first months rent in advance for even the lowliest bedsit!
Silas Livingstones proposal that she stand with him in front of some registrar suddenly started to have a weakening effect on her. She stiffened her backbone. She couldnt do it. Marry him? Take money from him? No, it was out of the question.
She returned to her car, but had no wish to return home. It was not home any more. She began to feel all stewed upwhat other options were open to her? There were none. She replayed again that mornings spat with Nanette and could not get it out of her head. That was when Colly realised that if she dwelt on it many more times she might yet weaken completely. And she could not weaken. She could not marry Silas Livingstone.
On impulse she took out her phone. She would tell him now. She would not wait until tomorrow for him to call her. She would tell him nowwhile she still had the strength of mind.
She supposed she should have realised it would not be as simple as that to get in touch with him. He was a busy man. He had not even had any free time in which to take her to lunch last week, had he?
Though she did get through to his PA, and it was almost as if Ellen Rothwell had been instructed to put her through to him were she to ring, because the PA was most affable and informative when she apologised and said, Im sorry, Silas isnt in right now. All being well, he should be in the office at some time between three and four if thats any help?
Thank you very much. Iermay call back, Colly replied, and, unable to sit still, she left her car wishing that it was all over and done with.
As she walked aimlessly about so she started to blame him. It was all his fault that she was in this stew. If he had taken her at her word on Friday she would not now be wandering around fretting the pros and cons of his whole astonishing suggestion anyway.
Not that she had thought too deeply about his side of things. Though it was plain that Silas must be more than a little desperate to have put the preposterous proposal to her in the first place. He, with his forward planning, could see everything he and his father before himand his grandfather too, come to thathad worked for going down the drain if his cousin got his hands on those controlling shares.
He knew his cousin better than she, who had never met him. But surely this Kit person was not so bad as all that? If he were, then would Grandfather Livingstone really change his will in the married Kits favour? She could not see it.
But suddenly then Colly was shocked into reconsidering. It had never dawned on her that she would be made homeless when her father diedbut he had changed his will, hadnt he? And, when she might have been forgiven for not expecting to be left destitute, he had left her not a penny.
Feeling a little stunned, Colly began to wish she had not started to think about this marriage proposal from Silass angle. Because now that she had she began to think of all those employees who would lose their livelihood, the shareholders who might have invested perhaps more than they could afford in the prosperous companyall of whom stood to suffer financially should Silass worst fears come to fruition. It was as weakening as knowing that she was about to be made homeless, and that come the weekend she could throw away her house keys for all the use they would be to her.
By half past two, while appearing outwardly calm, Colly had become so het-up from going over and over everything in her head that she just could not take any more. Neither could she marry him, and that was that, and the sooner she told him the better. She would phone againoh, grief, with his tight schedule he would be too busy to take phone calls.
That was when she noticed that she was not all that far away from the Livingstone building. At five to three she was pushing through the plate glass doors.
While she knew where Silas Livingstones office was, there was a way of doing these things. And, anyhow, he might have someone in his office with him, which meant that she could not just bowl in there unannounced.
She went over to the desk. Im Columbine Gillingham, she told the receptionist. Is it convenient to see she got cold feet Ellen Rothwell?
Her insides started to act up, and that was before the receptionist came off the phone to pleasantly say that Mrs Rothwell was expecting her. You know the way?
Colly hoped that by the time she reached Ellen Rothwells door she might have calmed down somewhat. But not a bit of it; she felt even more hot and bothered and was fast wishing that she had not come. She was recalling those steady dark blue eyes that had looked into hersalmost as if he could see into her soul.
Im being fanciful, she scoffed. But her insides were still rampaging when she found Ellen Rothwells door and went in.
Silas isnt back yet, but if youd like to take a seat he wont be long, Ellen informed her pleasantly.
Colly thanked her, but felt more like standing up and pacing up and down than sitting. But she went and took a seat, realising as she did so that, while it was highly unlikely Silas would have confided in his PA any of this very private business, it looked very much as ifappointments with him being like gold dusthe must have mentioned that he was prepared to take calls from Columbine Gillingham, and that if she appeared personally he would fit her in with his busy schedule somehow.
Then the outer door opened, and while her heart leapt into her mouth it quieted down again when she saw it was not the man she had come to see. This man was about the same age as Silas, and about the same tall height. But that was where any likeness ended. He was sandy-haired, and where Silas had a strong, rather nice-shaped mouth, this mans mouth was weakand that was before he opened it.
Ellen, lovely girlis my cousin in? he wanted to know, his eyes skirting from her to make a meal of Colly.
Not yet, Ellen replied, but his attention was elsewhere as he turned his smile full beam on Colly.
Are you here to see Silas? he queriedand, before she could answer, Kit Summers, he introduced himself, and held out his right hand.
It would have been churlish to ignore it. Colly shook hands with himand wanted to pull her hand back when he held it over-long.
Whats a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? Kit Summers asked flirtatiously.
Heaven help us! This man might be left to run the company! Colly caught Ellen doing an eye-roll to the ceiling, and felt a hysterical kind of laugh wanting to break loose.
Kit Summers was not at all put off that Colly did not answer, but, continuing to beam at her, suggested, Look, Silas might not be back for ageswhy dont I take you for a cup of tea?
Colly stared at him. This chinless wonder was married, yet by the look of it did not miss an opportunity to flirt. She was about to give him a cool, No, thank you, when Ellen Rothwell interceded.
Have you the figures Silas wanted? she enquired evenly.
That shook him sufficiently for him to take his eyes off Colly for a moment. Hell, was it today he wanted them? Strewth, Id better be going. Dont tell him I was here, he said. And deny any rumour you may have heard that I was on the golf course this morning! With that he was gone.
Colly sat there feeling stunned and with her insides churning. Silass cousin was a lightweight, and it showed. And if first impressions were anything to go by he was not fit to run any development company, much less an international one.
Then suddenly her mouth went dry. She heard sounds coming from the next-door office. If she wasnt very much mistaken, Silas was back.
She was not mistakenthe intercom buzzed into life. Has Kit been in? Silas asked.
Been and gone, Im afraid, his PA answered, and quickly, before he could enquire about any figures, Miss Gillingham is here to see you.
The announcement was met with total silence. And, quite desperately wishing that she had written, or phoned, but certainly that she had not come in person, Colly went from hot to cold and to hot again. All at once there was movement on the other side of the door, and a moment later the door was opened and Silas Livingstone, tall, commanding, and the very opposite of his cousin, stood there.
He did not smile, or remind her that he had been going to give her a call tomorrow evening, but, Hello, Colly, he said mildly, with his eyes fixed on hers as if he would read there what she had come in person to tell him.
Colly stood up. The time had arrived to give him the answer that would not wait until he telephoned tomorrow. He took a step back, so she should go first into his office, and following her in closed the door behind them, giving them all the privacy they needed.