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Dearest Eulalia
Betty Neels
MILLS & BOON
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CHAPTER ONE
THE two men talking together at the back of the hospital entrance hall paused to watch a young woman cross the vast floor. She was walking briskly, which suggested that she knew just where she was going, but she paused for a moment to speak to one of the porters and they had the chance to study her at their leisure.
She was worth studying: a quantity of dark brown hair framed a beautiful face and the nylon overall she was wearing couldn’t disguise her splendid figure.
‘Eulalia Langley,’ said the elder of the two men, ‘runs the canteen in Outpatients. Good at it, too. Lives with her grandfather, old Colonel Langley—your father knew him, Aderik. No money, lives in a splendid house somewhere behind Cheyne Walk. Some family arrangement makes it impossible for him to sell it—has to pass it on to a nephew. A millstone round his neck; Eulalia lives with him, keeps the home going. She’s been with us for several years now. Ought to have married by now but I don’t suppose there’s much chance of that. It’s a full-time job here and there isn’t much of the day left by the time the canteen shuts down.’
His companion said quietly, ‘She’s very beautiful,’ and then added, ‘You say that my father knew Colonel Langley?’
He watched the girl go on her way and then turned to his companion. He was tall and heavily built, and towered over his informative colleague. A handsome man in his thirties, he had pale hair already streaked with grey, a high-bridged nose above a thin mouth and heavy-lidded blue eyes. His voice held only faint interest.
‘Yes—during the Second World War. They saw a good deal of each other over the years. I don’t think you ever met him? Peppery man, and I gather from what I hear that he is housebound with severe arthritis and is now even more peppery.’
‘Understandably. Shall I see more of you before I go back to Holland?’
‘I hope you’ll find time to come to dinner; Dora will want to see you and ask after your mother. You’re going to Edinburgh this evening?’
‘Yes, but I should be back here tomorrow—I’m operating and there’s an Outpatient clinic I must fit in before I return.’
‘Then I’ll give you a ring.’ The older man smiled. ‘You are making quite a name for yourself, Aderik, just as your father did.’
Eulalia, unaware of this conversation, went on her way through the hospital to the Outpatients department, already filling up for the morning clinic.
It was a vast place, with rows of wooden benches and noisy old-fashioned radiators which did little to dispel the chill of early winter. Although a good deal of St Chad’s had been brought up to date, and that in the teeth of official efforts to close it, there wasn’t enough money to spend on the department so its walls remained that particular green so beloved by authority, its benches scuffed and stained and its linoleum floor, once green like the walls, now faded to no colour at all.
Whatever its shortcomings, they were greatly mitigated by the canteen counter which occupied the vast wall, covered in cheerful plastic and nicely set out with piles of plates, cups and saucers, soup mugs, spoons, knives and paper serviettes.
Eulalia saw with satisfaction that Sue and Polly were filling the tea urn and the sugar bowls. The first of the patients were already coming in although the first clinic wouldn’t open for another hour, but Outpatients, for all its drawbacks, was for many of the patients a sight better than cold bedsitters and loneliness.
Eulalia had seen that from the first moment of starting her job and since then, for four years, she had fought, splendid white tooth and nail, for the small comforts which would turn the unwelcoming place into somewhere in which the hours of waiting could be borne in some degree of comfort.
Since there had been no money to modernise the place, she had concentrated on the canteen, turning it by degrees into a buffet serving cheap, filling food, soup and drinks, served in brightly coloured crockery by cheerful, chatty helpers.
With an eye on the increasing flow of patients, she sent two of the girls to coffee and went to check the soup. The early morning clinic was chests, and that meant any number of elderly people who lived in damp and chilly rooms and never had quite enough to eat. Soup, even so early in the morning, would be welcome, washed down by strong tea…
One clinic succeeded another; frequently two or more ran consecutively, but by six o’clock the place was silent. Eulalia, after doing a last careful check, locked up, handed over the keys to the head porter and went home.
It was a long journey across the city but the first surge of home-goers had left so she had a seat in the bus and she walked for the last ten minutes or so, glad of the exercise, making her way through the quieter streets down towards the river until she reached a terrace of imposing houses in a narrow, tree-lined street.
Going up the steps to a front door, she glanced down at the basement. The curtains were drawn but she could see that there was a light there, for Jane would be getting supper. Eulalia put her key in the door and opened the inner door to the hall, lighted by a lamp on a side table—a handsome marble-topped nineteenth-century piece which, sadly, her grandfather was unable to sell since it was all part and parcel of the family arrangement…
There was a rather grand staircase at the end of the hall and doors on either side, but she passed them and went through the green baize door at the end of the hall and down the small staircase to the basement.
The kitchen was large with a large old-fashioned dresser along one wall, a scrubbed table at its centre and a Rayburn cooker, very much the worse for wear. But it was warm and something smelled delicious.
Eulalia wrinkled her beautiful nose. ‘Toad-in-the-hole? Roasted onions?’
The small round woman peeling apples at the table turned to look at her.
‘There you are, Miss Lally. The kettle’s on the boil; I’ll make you a nice cup of tea in a couple of shakes. The Colonel had his two hours ago.’
‘I’ll take a cup of tea with me, Jane; he’ll be wanting his whisky. Then I’ll come and give you a hand.’
She poured her own tea, and put a mug beside Jane. ‘Has Grandfather had a good day?’
‘He had a letter that upset him, Miss Lally.’ Jane’s nice elderly face looked worried. ‘You know how it is; something bothers him and he gets that upset.’
‘I’ll go and sit with him for a bit.’ Eulalia swallowed the rest of her tea, paused to stroke Dickens, the cat, asleep by the stove, and made her way upstairs.
The Colonel had a room on the first floor of the house at the front. It was a handsome apartment furnished with heavy mahogany pieces of the Victorian period. They had been his grandparents’ and although the other rooms were furnished mostly with Regency pieces he loved the solid bulk of wardrobe, dressing table and vast tallboy.
He was sitting in his chair by the gas fire, reading, when she tapped on the door and went in.
He turned his bony old face with its formidable nose towards her and put his book down. ‘Lally—jut in time to pour my whisky. Come and sit down and tell me about your day.’
She gave him his drink and sat down on a cross-framed stool, its tapestry almost threadbare, and gave him a light-hearted account of it, making much of its lighter moments. But although he chuckled from time to time he was unusually silent, so that presently she asked, ‘Something’s wrong, Grandfather?’
‘Nothing for you to worry your pretty head about, Lally. Stocks and shares aren’t a woman’s business and it is merely a temporary setback.’
Lally murmured soothingly. Grandfather belonged to the generation which considered that women had nothing to do with a man’s world, and it was rather late in the day to argue with him about that.
She said cheerfully into the little silence, ‘Jane and I were only saying this morning that it was a waste of gas and electricity keeping the drawing room open. I never go in there, and if anyone comes to call we can use the morning room…’
‘I’ll not have you living in the kitchen,’ said the Colonel tetchily.
‘Well, of course not,’ agreed Lally cheerfully, and thought how easy it was to tell fibs once she got started. ‘But you must agree that the drawing room takes a lot of time to get warm even with the central heating on all day. We could cut it down for a few hours.’
He agreed reluctantly and she heaved a sigh of relief. The drawing room had been unheated for weeks and so, in fact, had most of the rooms in the house; only her grandfather’s room was warm, as was the small passage leading to an equally warm bathroom. Lally wasn’t deceitful but needs must when the devil drove…
She went back to the kitchen presently and ate her supper with Jane while they planned and plotted ways and means of cutting down expenses.
It was ridiculous, thought Eulalia, that they had to go on living in this big house just because some ancestor had arranged matters to please himself. Her grandfather couldn’t even let it to anyone; he must live in it until he died and pass it on to a nephew who lived on the other side of the world. The family solicitor had done his best but the law, however quaint, was the law. Trusts, however ancient, couldn’t be overset unless one was prepared to spend a great deal of money and probably years of learned arguing…
Eulalia ate her supper, helped Jane tidy the kitchen and observed with satisfaction that tomorrow was Saturday.
‘I’ll get Grandfather into his chair and then do the shopping.’
She frowned as she spoke; pay day was still a week away and the housekeeping purse was almost empty. The Colonel’s pension was just enough to pay for the maintenance of the house and Jane’s wages; her own wages paid for food and what Jane called keeping up appearances.
What we need, reflected Eulalia, is a miracle. And one was about to happen.
There was no sign of it in the morning, though. Jane was upstairs making the beds, the Colonel had been heaved from his bed and sat in his chair and Eulalia had loaded the washing machine and sat down to make a shopping list. Breast of chicken for the Colonel, macaroni cheese for Jane and herself, tea, sugar, butter… She was debating the merits of steak and kidney pudding over those of a casserole when the washing machine, long past its prime, came to a shuddering stop.
Usually it responded to a thump, even a sharp kick, but this morning it remained ominously silent. Extreme measures must be taken, decided Eulalia, and searched for a spanner—a useful tool she had discovered when there was no money for a plumber…
Mr van der Leurs, unaware that he was the miracle Eulalia wished for, paid off his taxi and made his way to the Colonel’s house. A man esteemed by the members of his profession, renowned for his brilliant surgery, relentlessly pursued by ladies anxious to marry him, he had remained heart-whole, aware that somewhere on this earth there was the woman he would love and marry and until then he would bury his handsome nose in work. But his patience had been rewarded; one glimpse of Eulalia and he knew that he had found that woman. Now all he had to do was to marry her…
He reached the house and rang the bell and presently the door was opened and Eulalia stood there in a grubby pinny, looking cross. She still had the spanner in her hand, too. He saw that he would need to treat her with the same care with which he treated the more fractious of his small patients.
His ‘Good morning’ was briskly friendly. ‘This is Colonel Langley’s house? I wondered if I might visit him? My father was an old friend of his—van der Leurs.’ He held out a hand. ‘I am Aderik van der Leurs, his son.’
Eulalia offered a hand rather reluctantly. ‘Grandfather has talked about a Professor van der Leurs he met years ago…’
Mr van der Leurs watched her face and read her thoughts accurately.
‘I’m visiting at St Chad’s for a few days,’ he told her. ‘Mr Curtis mentioned that the Colonel was housebound with arthritis and might be glad to have a visit. I have called at an awkward time, perhaps…’
He must be all right if Mr Curtis knew him, decided Eulalia.
‘I think Grandfather would be pleased to see you. Come in; I’ll take you to his room.’
She led him across the hall but before she reached the staircase she turned to look at him.
‘I suppose you wouldn’t know how to make a washing machine start again?’
He had been wondering about the spanner. He said with just the right amount of doubt in his voice, ‘Shall I take a look?’
She led him into the kitchen and Mr van der Leurs gave his full attention to the machine just as though it were one of his small patients on the operating table awaiting his skill. After a moment he took the spanner from her hand, tapped the dial very very gently and rotated it. The machine gave a gurgle and when he tapped it again—the mere whisper of a tap—it came to life with a heartening swish.
Eulalia heaved a sigh of relief. ‘Thank you very much. How clever of you, but I dare say you know something about washing machines.’ She added doubtfully, ‘But you’re a doctor.’
He didn’t correct her. ‘I’m glad I could be of help,’ he said, and then stood looking at her with a look of faint enquiry.
She said quickly, ‘I’ll take you to see Grandfather. He loves to have visitors.’
She took off her pinny and led the way into the hall and up the graceful staircase. It was a cold house—although there were radiators along the walls, none of them gave warmth. Outside the Colonel’s door Eulalia stopped. ‘I’ll bring coffee up presently—you’ll stay for that?’
‘If I may.’
She knocked and opened the door and then led him into the large room, pleasantly warm with a bright gas fire. There was a bed at one end of the room, bookshelves and a table by the wide window and several comfortable chairs. The Colonel sat in one of them, a reading lamp on the small table beside him, but he looked up as they went in. He eyed Mr van der Leurs for a moment. ‘The spitting image of your father,’ he observed. ‘This is indeed a surprise—a delightful one, I might add.’
Mr van der Leurs crossed the room and gently shook the old hand with its swollen joints. ‘A delight for me too, sir; Father talked of you a great deal.’
‘Sit down if you can spare an hour. Lally, would you bring us coffee? You have met each other, of course?’
‘Yes, Grandpa, I’ll fetch the coffee.’
Mr van der Leurs watched her go out of the room. She wasn’t only beautiful, he reflected, she was charming and her voice was quiet. He sat down near the Colonel, noting that the radiators under the window were giving off a generous warmth. This room might be the epitome of warmth and comfort but that couldn’t be said of the rest of the house.
Eulalia, going back to the kitchen, wondered about their visitor. He had said that he was at St Chad’s. A new appointment? she wondered. Usually such news filtered down to the canteen sooner or later but she had heard nothing. In any case it was most unlikely that she would see him there. Consultants came to Outpatients, of course, but their consulting rooms were at the other end and they certainly never went near the canteen. Perhaps he was visiting to give lectures.
She ground the coffee beans they kept especially for her grandfather and got out the coffee pot and the china cups and saucers, and while she arranged them on a tray she thought about Mr van der Leurs.
He was a handsome man but not so very young, she decided. He had nice blue eyes and a slow smile which made him look younger than he was. He was a big man and tall but since she was a tall girl and splendidly built she found nothing unusual about that. Indeed, it was pleasant to look up to someone instead of trying to shrink her person.
She found the Bath Oliver biscuits and arranged them on a pretty little plate and bore the tray upstairs and found the two men in deep conversation. The Colonel was obviously enjoying his visitor and she beamed at him as she handed him his coffee and put the biscuits where her grandfather could reach them easily. She went away then, nursing a little glow of pleasure because Mr van der Leurs had got up when she had gone in and taken the tray and stayed on his feet until she had gone.
Nice manners, thought Eulalia as she went downstairs to have her coffee with Jane.
‘I heard voices,’ observed Jane, spooning instant coffee into mugs.
Eulalia explained. ‘And Grandfather was pleased to see him.’
‘He sounds all right. I remember his dad; came visiting years ago.’
‘He got the washing machine to go again.’
‘That’s a mercy. Now, Miss Lally, you do your shopping; I’ll hang out the washing—see if you can get a couple of those small lamb cutlets for the Colonel and a bit of steak for us—or mince. I’ll make a casserole for us and a pie if there’s enough…’
Eulalia got her coat from the hall and fetched a basket and sat down at the table to count the contents of her purse. A week to pay day so funds were low.
‘It had better be mince,’ she said. ‘It’s cheaper.’ And then she added, ‘I hate mince…’
She looked up and saw that Jane was smiling—not at her but at someone behind her. Mr van der Leurs was standing in the doorway holding the coffee tray.
‘Delicious coffee,’ he observed, ‘and I was delighted to meet the Colonel.’
Eulalia got up and turned round to face him. ‘Thank you for bringing down the tray. This is Jane, our housekeeper and friend.’
He crossed the room and shook hands with her and smiled his slow smile so that she lost her elderly heart to him.
‘Miss Lally’s just going to do the shopping,’ she told him.
‘Perhaps I may be allowed to carry the basket?’
And very much to her surprise Eulalia found herself walking out of the house with him and down a narrow side street where there was a row of small shops, old-fashioned and tucked discreetly behind the rather grand houses.
She asked, ‘Don’t you have to go back to the hospital? I mean, this is kind of you but you don’t have to.’
‘It’s more or less on my way,’ said Mr van der Leurs, and since she was too polite to ask where he was going and he had no intention of telling her she made polite small talk until they reached the shops.
The grocer’s was small and rather dark but he sold everything. Mr van der Leurs, without appearing to do so, noted that she bought Earl Grey, the finest coffee beans, Bath Olivers, farm butter, Brie and Port Salut cheese, Cooper’s marmalade and a few slices of the finest bacon; and, these bought, she added cheap tea bags, a tin of instant coffee, a butter substitute, sugar and flour and streaky bacon.
It was the same at the butcher’s, where she bought lamb cutlets, a chicken breast, lamb’s kidneys and then minced beef and some sausages. He hadn’t gone into the shop with her but had stood outside, apparently studying the contents of the window. At the greengrocer’s he followed her in to take the basket while she bought potatoes and a cabbage, celery, carrots and a bunch of grapes.
‘We make our own bread,’ said Eulalia, bypassing the baker.
Mr van der Leurs, keeping his thoughts to himself, made light-hearted conversation as they returned to the house. It was evident to him that living was on two levels in the Colonel’s house, which made it a sensible reason for him to marry her as quickly as possible. There were, of course, other reasons, but those, like his thoughts, he kept to himself.
At the house he didn’t go in but as he handed over the basket he said, ‘Will you have lunch with me tomorrow? We might drive out into the country. I find the weekends lonely.’
It was a good thing that his numerous friends in London hadn’t heard him say that. He had sounded very matter-of-fact about it, which somehow made her feel sorry for him. A stranger in a foreign land, thought Eulalia, ignoring the absurd idea; he seemed perfectly at home in London and his English was as good as her own.
‘Thank you, I should like that.’
‘I’ll call for you about eleven o’clock.’ He smiled at her. ‘Goodbye, Eulalia.’
Jane thought it was a splendid idea. ‘Time you had a bit of fun,’ she observed, ‘and a good meal out somewhere posh.’
‘It will probably be in a pub,’ answered Eulalia.
She told her grandfather when she carried up his lunch.
‘Splendid, my dear; he’s a sound chap, just like his father was. I’ve asked him to come and see me again. He tells me he is frequently in England although he has his home in Holland.’
Eulalia, getting the tea later while Jane had a rest, spent an agreeable hour deciding what she would wear. It was nearing the end of October but the fine weather had held although it was crisply cold morning and evening. She decided on a short jacket, a pleated skirt and a silk jersey top, all of them old but because they had been expensive and well cut they presented an elegant whole. He had said that they would drive into the country, which might mean a pub lunch, but if it were to be somewhere grander she would pass muster…
When he called for her he was wearing beautifully cut tweeds, by no means new but bearing the hallmark of a master tailor, and his polished shoes were handmade. Even to an untutored eye he looked exactly what he was—a man of good taste and with the means to indulge it. Moreover, reflected Eulalia happily, her own outfit matched his.
He went to see her grandfather, to spend ten minutes with him and give him a book they had been discussing, and then stopped to talk to Jane, who was hovering in the hall, before he swept Eulalia out of the house and into the dark grey Bentley parked on the kerb.
‘Is this yours?’ asked Eulalia.
‘Yes. I need to get around when I’m over here.’ He glanced at her. ‘Comfortable? Warm enough? It’s a lovely morning but there’s a nip in the air.’
He took the M4 out of London and turned off at Maidenhead. ‘I thought the Cotswolds? We could lunch at Woodstock and drive on from there. A charming part of England, isn’t it? You don’t need to hurry back?’
‘No. Jane likes to go to Evensong but I expect we shall be back long before then. Do you know this part of England well?’
‘Not as well as I should like but each time I come here I explore a little more.’
He had turned off the A423 and was driving along country roads, through small villages and the quiet countryside to stop presently at North Stoke, a village by the Thames where they had coffee at a quiet pub. He talked quietly as he drove, undemanding, a placid flow of nothing much. By the time they reached Woodstock, Eulalia was wishing the day would go on for ever.
The Feathers was warm and welcoming, with a pleasant bar and a charming restaurant. Eulalia, invited to choose her lunch, gulped at the prices and then, urged by her companion, decided on lobster patties and then a traditional Sunday lunch—roast beef, Yorkshire pudding, roast potatoes, vegetables… and after that a trifle to put to shame any other trifle. Eulalia finally sighed with repletion and poured the coffee.
‘What a heavenly meal,’ she observed. ‘I shall remember it for years.’
‘Good. The Cotswolds are at their best in the autumn, I think.’
He drove to Shipton-under-Wychwood, on to Stow-on-the-Wold and then Bourton-on-the-Water where he obligingly stopped for a while so that she might enjoy its charm and the little river running through the village. At Burford he stopped for tea at a hotel in its steep main street, a warm and cosy place where they sat in a pleasant room by the fire and ate toasted teacakes oozing butter and drank the finest Assam tea.
‘This is bliss,’ said Eulalia, mopping a buttery mouth. She smiled at him across the little table. ‘I’ve had a heavenly day. Now we have to go back, don’t we?’
‘I’m afraid so. I’ll settle up and see you at the car.’
Eulalia, powdering her beautiful nose, made a face at her reflection.
This has been a treat, she told herself. It isn’t likely to happen again and so I mustn’t like him too much. Even if I were to meet him at St Chad’s it wouldn’t be the same; he might not even recognise me. He’ll go back to Holland and forget me.
It was already getting dusk and this time Mr van der Leurs took the main roads, travelling at a steady fast pace while they carried on an easy flow of small talk. But for all that, thought Eulalia as they were once more enclosed by the city’s suburbs, she still knew almost nothing about him. Not that that mattered since she was unlikely to see him again. She hadn’t asked him when he was going back to Holland but she supposed that it would be soon.
At the house, he came in with her. They were met by Jane in the hall.
‘You’ll have had your tea, but the kettle’s boiling if you’d like another cup. The Colonel’s nicely settled until supper time. I’m off to church.’
She smiled at them both. ‘You’ve had a nice day?’
‘Oh, Jane, it was heavenly.’
‘I thought it might be. I’ll get my hat and coat.’
‘I don’t suppose you want more tea?’ Eulalia asked Aderik.
‘I’d love a cup. While you are getting it may I have five minutes with the Colonel?’
‘He’d like that. Do you want me to come up with you?’
‘No, no. I know my way. I won’t stay more than a few minutes.’
He went up the staircase, tapped on the Colonel’s door and, bidden to enter, did so.
The Colonel was sitting in his chair doing a jigsaw puzzle but he pushed it to one side when Mr van der Leurs went in.
‘Aderik. You had a pleasant day? Where did you go?’
Mr van der Leurs sat down beside him and gave him a succinct account of the day.
‘You found Lally good company? She goes out so seldom. Never complains but it’s no life for a girl. I do wonder what will happen to her when I am no longer here. She can’t stay here—the place has to go to a nephew. A good chap but married with children.’
‘Perhaps I can put your mind at rest about that, sir. I intend to marry Eulalia.’
The Colonel stared at him and then slowly smiled. ‘Not wasted much time, have you?’
‘I’m thirty-eight. Those years have been wasted romantically. I fell in love with her when I first saw her at St Chad’s a day or two ago. I see no reason to waste any more time. You have no objection?’
‘Good Lord, no. And your father would have liked her, as I’m sure your mother will.’ He paused to think. ‘She has no idea of your intentions?’
‘None.’
‘Well, I’m sure you know how you intend to go about that. You have lifted a load off my mind, Aderik. She’s a dear girl and she has a loving heart.’
Mr van der Leurs got up and the Colonel offered a hand. ‘You’ll stay for supper?’
‘No. I think not; enough is as good as a feast. Is that not so?’
The colonel rumbled with laughter. ‘You’re very like your father. Goodnight, my boy.’
Eulalia was in the kitchen. She and Jane were to have jacket potatoes for their supper but it was hardly a dish to offer to a guest. She hadn’t asked him to stay to supper but she expected him to. She made the tea and when he entered the kitchen gave him a worried look.
‘Shall we have tea here? Would you like to stay for supper?’ She didn’t sound at all eager and he hid a smile.
‘Thank you but I mustn’t stay. I’ve an appointment this evening. Tea would be fine.’
He drank his tea, waved aside her thanks for her day out, bade her a brisk goodbye and drove himself away. Eulalia shut the door as the Bentley slipped away, feeling hurt and a little peevish. He could at least have waved; it was almost as if he couldn’t get away fast enough.
She poured herself another cup of tea. Of course he might be late for his appointment—with a girl? She allowed her imagination to run riot and then told herself sternly to stop being a fool. He was almost a stranger; she had only met him a couple of times; she knew nothing about him… So why was it that she felt so at ease with him, as though she had known him all her life?
If she had hoped to see him at the hospital the next day, she was disappointed. Her journeys into the hospital proper were limited to her visits to the supply department, the general office for requisitioning something for the canteen or taking money from the canteen at the end of the day to one of the clerical staff to lock away, but those trips took her nowhere near the wards and, since she had no idea as to what he actually did, even if she had the opportunity she had no idea where to look for him.
Filling rolls with cheese as the first of the day’s patients began to surge in, she told herself to forget him.
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