âIâll take you to meet a few people.â
Katherine cringed inwardly, knowing just how plain her bargain dress must look.
âI do like that dress.â The doctor smiled down at her, his eyes twinkling. âI thought you might have doubts about coming tonight, but there has to be a beginningâa first step, as it were.â
She stared at him in his elegant dinner jacket. His face was pleasantly calm but obviously tired. âToward what?â she wanted to know.
âWhy, love, marriage, childrenâa lifetime of happiness.â
âYou really believe that?â Katherine asked. When he nodded, she said gravely, âI do, too, but sometimes itâs best not to take the step.â
KATHERINE rolled over in bed and pulled the blankets over her ears; it wasnât time to get up, she was sure of that, and she resented whatever it was that had awakened her. She tucked her cold feet into her nightie and closed her eyes, only to open them immediately at the steady thumping on the front door below her window. The milkman? Unreasonably early. A tramp? A would-be thief? But he wouldnât want to draw attention to himself.
She got out of bed, thrust her feet into slippers and dragged on her dressing-gown. By the light of her bedside lamp the alarm clock showed well past five in the morning. The thump came again, and she went softly along the landing and down the stairs; her brother and his wife, who slept at the back of the house, and very soundly too, wouldnât have heard itânor, with luck, would the two children in the room next to her own.
It took a few moments to open the door, and she left it prudently on the chain, to peer through the narrow opening at the man on the doorstep. It was the tail end of October, and only just beginning to get light, but she could make out what appeared to be a giant.
He spoke from somewhere above her head. âGood girl. Let me in quickly.â
He had a deep, unhurried voice which reassured her, nevertheless she asked, âWhy?â
âI have a new-born baby here, likely to die of exposure unless it gets warmed up pretty quickly.â
She undid the chain without wasting words, and he went past her. âWhereâs the kitchen, or somewhere warm?â
âThe end door.â She waved a hand, and applied herself to locking and bolting the door once more. All at once, she reflected that she could have bolted herself in with an escaped convict, a thief, even a murderer. And it was too late to do anything about it; she hurried him along and opened the kitchen door on to the lingering warmth of the old-fashioned Rayburn. He brushed past her, laid the bundle he was carrying on the kitchen table and unfolded it carefully and, from the depths of his car coat, exposed a very small, very quiet baby. Katherine took one look and went to poke up the fire, quietly, so as not to arouse the household.
When the man said, âBlankets? Something warm?â she went like a small shadow back upstairs to her room and took the sheet and a blanket off her bed. The linen cupboard was on the landing outside her brotherâs room, and he or Joyce might hear the door squeaking.
She handed them to the man, who took them without looking at her, only muttering, âSensible girl,â and then, âWarm water?â
There was always a large kettle keeping warm on the Rayburn; she filled a small basin and put it on the table. âNow, just stay here for a moment, will you? Iâll go to the car and get my bag.â
âIâve locked the door, and my brother might hear if you go through the back door, it creaks. Iâll have to go and unlockâ¦â
He was looking around him; the house was old-fashioned, and the kitchen windows were large and sashed. He crossed the room and silently slid one open, climbed through soundlessly and disappeared, to reappear just as silently very shortly after. He was a very large man indeed, which made his performance all the more impressive. Katherine, who had picked up the blanketed baby and was holding it close, stared at him over the woolly folds.
âYou are indeed a sensible girl,â observed the man, and put his bag down on the table. âThis little fellow needs a bit of tidying upâ¦â