Linnet knew she could easily finish the last of the cataloguing tomorrow. Now she had a specific purpose – finding a missing evening gown which her aunt had told her about last week. Emily had discovered it years ago in Emma’s Belgrave Square flat, and had used it in a display of fashion Paula had once put on in the early 70s, which her mother had called Fashion Fantasia.
‘It’s a must, you have to use it,’ Emily had told Linnet. ‘It’s really not lost, just mislaid. I’ll bet you anything it’s in the attics at Pennistone Royal, since it’s not in London. Look for a very large flat box, a dress box, and I think it has a Harte’s label on it, rather faded. I found it in that box and I put it back there, as far as I remember. As you well know, beaded dresses are heavy, the weight of the beads pulls the fabric down and makes a mess of the shape. So I know it’s not hanging in a dress bag.’
Emily had gone on to describe the dress: ‘A sheath of pale blue chiffon covered all over with thousands of tiny bugle beads of pale blue and emerald green. It’s simply gorgeous. Oh, and there’s a pair of emerald-green silk evening shoes by Pinet of Paris.’
When Linnet came to the end of the first aisle of racks, she headed for the long work table she used for different jobs, and put her shopping basket of tools down on it. Dragging the stepladder closer to one of the tall, built-in cupboards, she opened its doors and climbed the steps. As she leaned forward and pulled out a large box, a number of others tumbled to the floor. Backing down the ladder, she put the box she was carrying on the table. It was very heavy, and when she lifted the lid she saw it contained lots of shoe boxes neatly lined up next to each other.
At this moment her mobile began to ring; reaching into her basket, she grabbed it. ‘Hello?’
‘It’s me,’ her cousin Gideon announced.
‘Hi! Where are you, Gid?’
‘At the stables in Middleham. When I phoned the house, Margaret told me to call you on your mobile. Where on earth are you? You sound as if you’re on the moon.’
She laughed. ‘Not quite. But I am up in the attics of Pennistone Royal.’
‘Good Lord, it’s years since we’ve been up there … playing with all those old toys.’
‘Not those attics, silly. I’m in the East Wing where all of Grandy’s clothes are stored. I’m actually looking for an evening gown your mother told me about last week.’
‘Oh gosh, that’s right. Your big project is in the works. Eighty Years of Elegance and Style,’ he said, laughter in his voice.
‘Don’t make fun of me, Gideon. The retrospective is going to generate a lot of traffic in the fashion department, and that means sales.’
He was suddenly chagrined, knowing how seriously she took her work. He would never tease her about that, and swiftly he exclaimed, ‘Now you’re being silly. You know how much I respect you, and your work, Linny. Would I ever do that to you?’
‘I don’t suppose you would, Gid. You are coming to dinner tonight, aren’t you?’
‘Course I am. That’s why I’m phoning, actually … Listen, do you think it will be all right for me to bring a guest? Will your mother mind?’
‘I’m sure she won’t. You know how she likes to play Mother Earth, invites the whole world to partake of her food. Who do you want to bring?’
‘Actually, Linnet, it’s Julian.’
‘Kallinski!?’
‘Is there another Julian in your life?’
‘No, and he’s not either. Mummy won’t mind if you bring him to dinner, but I certainly will.’
‘Oh come on, Linnet, you know how you feel about him.’
‘And how’s that, Gid?’
‘You love him.’
‘Yes, that’s true … in the way I love you. Like a cousin, or a big brother.’
‘Liar!’
‘I’m not a liar, and it’s true. Since we grew up together, as you well know, we have a very fraternal relationship.’
Gideon did not respond, and she was wondering if she had lost him, if the connection had just gone dead, when he said, ‘It’s not the way Julian portrays your relationship.’
‘I think you’re fibbing, Gideon Harte.’
‘No. I’m not. I know he loves you, and in the most romantic, man-woman sense.’
‘Is that what he said to you?’
‘Yes, it is. More or less. Scouts’ honour,’ Gideon answered, sounding suddenly serious.
‘I knew men were worse gossips than women,’ Linnet muttered. ‘What else did he say?’
Ignoring her jibe, he answered, ‘I believe he wants to tell you that himself.’
‘When?’
‘Tonight.’
‘He’s not with you now?’ she asked, riddled with curiosity.
‘No, he went to see his grandfather. Sir Ronald’s not been feeling well, a bit under the weather. But Julian’s staying with us in Middleham.’
She was silent, her mind racing.
‘Well, can he come to dinner or not? Come on, you know you want to see him.’
Linnet hesitated then said, ‘I guess it’ll be all right. My mother’s having a bit of a crowd, I think.’
‘She is?’ Gideon sounded alarmed. ‘Who’s coming?’
‘Well, Gramps is here for the weekend, so that’s another O’Neill, making six of us altogether if Desmond and Emsie join us for sups. And then there’s Emily and Winston—’
‘I know my parents are coming,’ he cut in.
‘India said she might fly up from London to help me with the last of the cataloguing and the packing of the clothes, but she hasn’t appeared so far. Oh, and Mummy said something about Aunt Amanda coming too.’
‘She was supposed to be staying with us, but she’s not arrived either.’
‘The blizzard didn’t amount to anything much after all. So Amanda’s probably just late, not lost in a snowdrift somewhere. Oh, and by the way, Gid, I think Mummy invited Anita Shaw, just to even out the numbers.’
‘Good God, I hope not!’ Gideon exclaimed. ‘I can’t bear that girl … I do wish your mother would stop trying to fix me up with women. I’m quite happy as I am, the proverbial bachelor.’
Linnet laughed. ‘Somebody’s going to catch you one day, Gid.’
‘You will tell your mother about Julian coming, won’t you?’
‘Yes. And listen, I was teasing you about Anita. She’s not invited. I think my mother’s given up on trying to get you married. I suppose we’re going to have to rely on a total stranger to sweep you off your feet.’
‘That’ll be the day!’ he shot back, chuckling. ‘I’ll see you later then, and don’t work too hard.’
‘’Bye, Gid,’ she answered.
Linnet stood leaning against the stepladder for a moment, her mind on Julian. She wondered if she had made a mistake, allowing her cousin to bring him to dinner. In the last year she had felt totally mixed up about their relationship, which is why she had pulled away from him six months ago. Julian had agreed they should have some breathing space, and they had stopped seeing each other by mutual consent.
Despite the closeness