Emily (15 page)
Authors: Jilly Cooper
Tags: #Romance, #Love Stories, #Fiction, #Modern fiction, #General
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
I RAN towards the tube station, rocked by conflicting emotions. It was the rush hour. As I battled with the crowds, I tried to calm the turmoil raging inside me. It couldnt be true, it couldnt be true. Then suddenly, as I reached the bottom of the steps, I was absolutely knocked sideways by an ecstatic, whining, black heap leaping up and licking my face, its tail going in a frenzy.
Walter, I sobbed, flinging my arms round his neck. Oh Walter, wheres your master? I looked up and there was Rory.
Come here, you bloody dog, he was shouting from the other side of the crowd. His slit eyes were restless, ranging from one person to another, sliding towards me. Then, as if drawn by the violence of my longing, they fastened on me, and I saw him start in recognition.
I tried to call his name, but the words were strangled in my throat.
Emily, he yelled.
The next moment he was fighting his way through the crowd.
Oh, Emily, Emily, darling, he said. Dont ever run away again.
And pinning me against the wall, hunching his shoulders against the pressure of the crowd, he began to kiss me greedily, angrily, as tears of love and happiness streaked my face.
After a few minutes I drew away, gasping for breath.
We cant stay here, said Rory, and dragged me in my tearful blindness, muttering incoherently, out into the street and across the road to his hotel, where he kissed me all the way up in the lift, utterly oblivious of the lift man. Walter Scott jumped about trying to lick my hands.
What the bloody hell, said Rory, as he slammed the bedroom door behind us, do you mean by running away like that? That sounded more like the old Rory. Ive had the most frightful ten days of my life. And poor Walter, he went on, how do you think hes enjoyed being the victim of a broken home?
I didnt think you loved me, I said, collapsing on to the bed.
Jes-us, said Rory, I tried to tell you enough times.Didnt I wear myself out trying to fend off that smug bastard Finn Maclean? I nearly put a bullet through him that night I found him kissing you in the corridor at the hospital. And Ive been driven absolutely insane with jealousy these last few weeks, having him rolling up to the house all hours of the day, acting as though he owned you.
I played it as cool as I could when you came back from hospital. I didnt want to rush things, but whenever I tried to talk things over and explain how I felt, you leapt away from me like a frightened horse.
I thought you were trying to tell me you couldnt live without Marina. That you were only staying with me because you felt guilty.
Christ no, thats all over, it was over that night you caught us in bed together, and threw me out. We went to Edinburgh, but it was hell, actually living with her; she got on my nerves so much I wanted to wring her neck, yacking away all the time, and never letting me think. All I could think of, actually, was you, and what a sod Id been to you.
Then my prodigal father turned up, and I discovered I wasnt even related to Marina, and there was no reason why I shouldnt marry her, particularly now poor old Hamish has kicked the bucket. I realized the only person in the world I wanted to be married to was you.
But, I said, blushing crimson with pleasure, that day you all went shooting, Marina said youd been trying to talk to me that morning to ask me for a divorce.
The truth was never one of Marinas strong points, said Rory. She knew I was going to talk to you, we sat up half the night discussing the situation after youd gone to bed. She said you were still crazy about Finn, and that I should let you go. I said sod that for a lark.
He came and sat on the bed and pulled me into his arms. Youre not still keen on him, are you? Hes so pompous and self-righteous and such a bore. I was scared stiff, when you pushed off, that youd gone to him. I borrowed Busters plane that night and landed it in a park in Glasgow - theres been a bit of a row about that - and routed him out of his hotel bed. He was pretty angry.
I bet he was, I said in awe. Did you really?
I really did, said Rory. And I wonder just how much longer I am going to have to go on trying to convince you that I love you. I shouldnt think its ever happened before in Irasa - someone falling helplessly, ludicrously in love with their own wife, after theyve married them. I felt myself blushing even more, and gazed down at my hands.
For Gods sake, Em darling, look at me.
I picked up his hand and pressed it to my cheek.
Ive been so unhappy, I said, then, in the gallery, I saw the painting you did of me. They said it was the only one you wouldnt sell.
I couldnt bloody well find you, said Rory. Ive been telephoning your mother and Nina for news every five minutes since you left.
Oh my God, I said, I didnt ring them in case you hadnt. I looked up and he was smiling at me and with a jolt I realized it was the first time hed smiled without mockery; and close-up, how wan and heavy-eyed he looked, as though he hadnt slept for weeks.
You
have
missed me, I said in amazement. I really do believe you love me after all.
And now Ill prove it to you, said Rory triumphantly, starting to slide down the zip of my dress.
Im terribly out of practice, I muttered, suddenly shy. I havent done it for ages.
Dont worry, its like riding a bicycle or swimming, you never really lose the art. Get off, Walter, he said, pushing a protesting Walter Scott on to the floor. This is one party youre not invited to.
As his lips touched mine, we both began to tremble. A feeling of reckless happiness overwhelmed me. I felt his heart beating against mine and his kisses becoming more and more fierce, and the sounds of the traffic outside grew dim as they gave way to the pounding in my ears.
By the time wed finished it was dark outside.
God, that was lovely, I sighed, we should do it more often.
We will, said Rory, all day and all night for ever. Darling, he said, looking suddenly worried, do you think youll be able to put up with my absolutely bloody nature for the next sixty years?
I might, I said, if you compensate from time to time with performances like the one Ive just experienced.
Rory laughed softly and rubbed the back of my neck. He lit a cigarette and lay down in the bed, puffing me into the crook of his arm.
Rory, I said a few minutes later, I know its a terrible thing to say at a time like this, but Im starving.
So am I, he said.
Shall we go out?
No, I might want you between courses, which wouldnt do in a restaurant. Ill send down for something.
Later, as he was opening a bottle of champagne, he said, Darling, do you mind awfully if we dont live in Irasa any more?
Do I mind? I said incredulously, of course I dont.
Im bored with painting sheep and rocks, he said. I want to paint you in the sun and give you half a dozen babies to look after to stop you having thoughts about pushing off and leaving me any more.
But you love Irasa.
Its lost its charms, said Rory. I dont want you within a million miles of Finn Maclean for a start and Marinas a bloody troublemaker, and Ive had enough of my mother and Buster for a few years, and lastly my new father is still there - house guestating.
What does he find to do all day? I said. Is he still in love with Buster?
Yes. Theyre both addicted to whisky and highly-coloured reminiscences, but Alexei now seems to have other fish to fry. In the old days when Marina wanted to bug me she always used to say what she wanted was an older man. Well, Hamish was a bit too old, but Alexei looks a bit like me, and when I left he was making a marvellous job comforting her in her bereavement.
My goodness, I said, staggered, how extraordinary. You dont mean
?
Well, not yet. Marina fancies herself in black far too much to give it up for at least a year, but I think now that shes so rich, and Alexei is so poor, its very much on the cards.
Youre not jealous? I said anxiously.
Not at all. He bent over and kissed me. But I really dont fancy Marina as a stepmother.
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