“But I want to go to Harriet’s house. I want to be in a family.”
“I dare say, but maybe want will have to be your master. The one that pays the piper calls the tune, and the piping in this house is done by your Aunt Claudia, and you know it.”
Nana had only just finished saying this when the door opened and Aunt Claudia walked in. Nana was swallowing a sip of tea, and she was so upset at Aunt Claudia having so narrowly missed hearing what she had said that she choked. Lalla thought this funny and began to giggle. Aunt Claudia did not like either choking or giggling, and her voice sounded as though she did not. She was a very nice-looking aunt in a hard sort of way. She had fair hair that looked as if it had been gummed into place, because there was never one hair out of order; her face was always beautifully made up, so that cold winds, hot weather, even colds in the head, never made any difference to it. She wore beautiful, expensive clothes and lovely jewels. Although she felt annoyed to find Nana choking and Lalla giggling, she did not let it show on her face, because she knew that made wrinkles. The only place where it showed was in her blue eyes, which had a sparkish look.
“Good evening, Nurse. Can’t you control that noise, Lalla, I don’t think you should find it funny when Nurse is choking.” She waited till Nana’s last choke died away, and Lalla had stifled her giggles. “I don’t seem to have seen you all the week, and I’ve got a few minutes before I go out, so I thought I’d hear how your skating is progressing. Have you mastered the one foot eight?”
Lalla was not being very quick at the one foot eight because she was not trying hard enough.
“It’s not right yet, at least not right enough for Mr Lindblom, but I’m working at it, aren’t I, Nana?”
Nana was glad that after Harriet had gone she had sent Lalla back to work at that figure. It would have been difficult for her to sound convincing if what she could remember was Lalla holding up Harriet while Harriet lifted first one foot and then the other off the ice.
“She worked nicely today, ma’am. I’m sure you would be pleased with her.”
Aunt Claudia pulled up an armchair to the fire and sat down.
“Why today? Surely every day. You are so lucky, Lalla; how many thousands of girls throughout the country would envy you your opportunities to learn, and your gift?”
Lalla had heard this kind of thing so often that it went in at one ear and out at the other.
“They’re awfully difficult figures for the inter-silver.”
Aunt Claudia beckoned to her. Lalla came to her unwillingly. Aunt Claudia drew her down to sit on the arm of her chair.
“That’s not the eager face I like to see. I know you don’t care for figure skating as you do for free skating, but you know as well as I do that you’ve got to know all these figures to perfection before you can become world champion.”
Lalla wriggled.
“Suppose I never was world champion, it would seem mean to have spent such ages learning figures.”
Aunt Claudia forgot her make-up and frowned. Her voice was severe.
“Lalla! You know I don’t like that kind of talk. You will be a world champion. Already you’re the most gifted child in the country. I know that in your heart of hearts you live for nothing else but your skating, but sometimes you say things which hurt me very much. You are dedicated to follow in your father’s footsteps and you know it.” She raised her eyes to the silver cups. Lalla, knowing what was coming, looked over her shoulder at Nana and made a face. Aunt Claudia took a deep breath and raised her voice:‘“Her square-turn’d joints and strength of limb, Show’d her no carpet knight so trim, But in close fight a champion grim.’” Nana’s reverent “And very nice too, ma’am,” sounded almost like Amen.
Aunt Claudia got up and shook out her skirts.
“Well, I must be going to my cocktail party.” She held Lalla’s hand and led her towards the door. At the door she turned and pointed again to the cups.
“Cyril Moore’s daughter. Lalla Moore, world champion. We’ll make his name live again, won’t we dear? Goodnight. Goodnight, Nurse.”
After Aunt Claudia had gone Lalla came back to the table to finish her tea, but it wasn’t a gay tea any more; the toast didn’t taste as good as when Aunt Claudia came in. Nana saw Lalla was playing about with her toast.
“It’s no good worrying, dear. You can only do the best you can.”
Lalla stabbed at her toast with her knife.
“You say that because nobody thought when you were nearly ten that you had got to be a world champion at anything.”
Nana thought back to her childhood. She saw herself and her eight brothers and sisters sitting round the table at the lodge of the big house where her father was gardener, and she heard him, in her memory, say as he had said very often when she was little: “I don’t mind what work any of you do as long as you have your feet under somebody else’s table.” This meant they should take jobs where their homes were provided, and their breakfast, dinner, lunch and tea, so that all the money they earned, even if it was not very much, they had to spend on other things besides living. She remembered the cosy feeling it had given her when her father had said that, because she had always meant to go into service, to work in a nursery, so what her father wanted she wanted, and nothing could have been nicer. She was sorry for Lalla; she thought it must be terrible to have to be the best lady champion skater in the world, and sometimes trembled to think what would happen if Lalla did not manage to be. Lalla loved skating when she could do what she liked, but Mr Lindblom often had to scold her about the way she did figures, and sometimes she had heard him say: “You are not trying, Lalla. You could do it if you worked.” Every time he said things like that Nana’s heart gave a jump, and she thought how lucky it was that Aunt Claudia was not at the rink to hear him. She got up.
“I’ll clear the tea. What are you going to do till bedtime? That jigsaw puzzle?”
Lalla turned on the wireless, but there was nothing happening that she was in the mood to hear, so she turned it off again and wandered out into the passage, feeling cross and loose-endish. She hung over the banisters and watched Aunt Claudia go downstairs dressed for a cocktail party. She admired Aunt Claudia’s clothes very much and thought how nice it would be to be grown up, going to parties whenever you liked, wearing a mink coat. She heard Aunt Claudia speak to the parlourmaid. “Tell Mr King I did wait, will you, Wilson, but I went on without him, and will he please follow me, he knows where the party is.” Wilson said, “Yes, ma’am,” opened the front door and then shut it. Lalla liked Wilson, so she slid down the banisters to her on her tummy. Wilson watched her arrive and made clicking, disapproving sounds.
“If I was your Nana I’d take a strap to you if I saw you doing that. Look at the front of your white jersey!”
Lalla put her arm through Wilson’s.
“Do you think Uncle David’s going to the cocktail party?”
Wilson’s eyes twinkled.
“Not if he can help it, he won’t. You know what he thinks of them.” She lowered her voice. “I didn’t say so to your auntie, but when he was going out this morning he said to me,‘I think I shall be kept at work tonight, Wilson, so I’ll be too late to go to the party Mrs King’s going to, you’d better put drinks in my study.’”