idea to marry a cousin,â she said at last dismissively. âRoyal families did it all too often. It weakened them in the long run. Much more sensible to seek out new blood.â
Jamie nodded.
âAs I gather Thea and Andyâs boy has done,â he said. âDo you see a lot of them?â
âMaurice and his wife? Oh no, of course not. Heâs with Midlands Televisionâlives in Birmingham of all places.â
âI meant Thea and Andy.â
âOf course,â Lydia lied. âTheyâre here in the village. We see each other all the time.â
âI must go down and call on them before long. I always thought Thea was the best of us.â
âThe best of us?â
âThe kindest, nicest, most understanding.â
âWell . . . perhaps youâre right.â
Lydia was reluctant to acknowledge Theaâs moral stature, still more reluctant to acknowledge Jamieâs right to make confident judgments. There was something more . . . more independent about Jamie now, and it disoriented Lydia. She was reminded of Robert more strongly than at any time since she had decided to marry him as second best.
âThere was one other thing, Lydia.â
âYes?â
âIâm thinking of getting married again.â
âReally?â She wanted to say something cutting about him really courting failure, but she refrained, âI hope youâll be happy this time,â she said.
Jamie dipped his head in acknowledgement.
âSheâs a lovely person. Sheâs been a social worker in Sheffield for nearly twenty yearsânot the easiest of jobs. Finally it just got on top of her and she had to get away. She has the village shop and post office in Kedgely.â
My successor is a failed social worker and a postmistress, thought Lydia. All her old contempt returned. How pathetic Jamie always was! How small-scale his hopes and ambitions! And even in them he has failed. It humiliated her to think she had been married to him. It humiliated her to think of the sortof woman he was to marry next. It seemed to equate Lydia with her. And it would equate them in the minds of everyone in the district.
âAnd when will it take place, this marriage?â she asked.
âOh, nothingâs decided yet. Maryâs been married before too, so she doesnât want to rush into it.â
âYouâre just âkeeping companyâ?â
Lydia used the servant-girl expression with relish, but Jamie was unoffended. He smiled.
âThatâs pretty much it at the moment. Naturally we neither of us have a lot of spare time to spend with each other. But weâre sort of feeling our way.â
âHow nice . . . but there was no need for you to tell me all this, you know, Itâs none of my business.â
âAnd weâre nothing to each other, as you said. Oh quite.â Jamie got up. âStill these things are always a bit disconcerting when you hear them from strangers, arenât they? Thatâs why I wanted to tell you myself.â
âYes, I suppose thatâs true,â admitted Lydia.
âYouâve never thought of getting married again yourself?â
âNo! Good heavens, no! Iâve had the fullest of lives without it. In fact, Iâm always mystified by peopleâfilmstars and suchlikeâwho get married over and over again. One can learn from experience, but it seems they never do.â
If Jamie registered that this speech was intended to hold a message for him, he gave no sign. Lydia led the way out of the sitting room and to the front door. The interview, her stance implied, was over.
âAnd youâve made a very satisfactory career for yourself, then, Lydia?â Jamie said, small-talking as he walked out of the house.
âVery satisfying, at any rate.â
âAnd a nationally known name.â
âOhââ she gestured dismissively.
âBut we did
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