A Dangerous Fortune - Ken Follett [150]
“She’ll have my fist instead!”
They struggled for a moment. Edward punched his wife again, then April punched him on the ear. He gave a cry of pain and surprise, making Micky collapse with hysterical laughter.
At last April managed to haul Edward off his wife.
Emily got off the bed. Astonishingly, she did not immediately rush out. Instead she spoke to her husband. “Please don’t give up, Edward. I’ll do anything you want, anything!”
He lunged at her again. April clung to his legs and tripped him up. He fell to his knees. April said: “Get out, Emily, before he kills you!”
Emily rushed out, weeping.
Edward was still raging. “I’ll never come to this poxy whorehouse again!” he yelled, wagging his finger at April.
Micky fell on the sofa, holding his sides, laughing fit to bust.
2
MAISIE GREENBOURNE’S MIDSUMMER BALL was one of the fixtures of the London season. She always had the best band, the most delicious food, outrageously extravagant decorations, and endless champagne. But the main reason everyone wanted to go was that the Prince of Wales always came.
This year Maisie decided to use the occasion to launch the new Nora Pilaster.
It was a high-risk strategy, for if it went wrong both Nora and Maisie would be humiliated. But if it went well no one would ever dare to snub Nora again.
Maisie gave a small dinner for twenty-four people earlier in the evening, before the ball. The prince could not come to the dinner. Hugh and Nora were there, and Nora looked quite bewitching in a gauzy sky-blue gown covered with little satin bows. The off-the-shoulder style made the most of her pink skin and voluptuous figure.
The other guests were surprised to see her at the table, but assumed Maisie knew what she was doing. She hoped they were right. She understood how the prince’s mind worked, and she was fairly sure she could predict his reactions; but now and again he defied expectations and turned on his friends, particularly if he felt he was being used. If that happened Maisie would end up like Nora, cold-shouldered by London society. When she thought about it she was amazed that she had allowed herself to take that risk merely for the sake of Nora. But it was not for Nora, it was for Hugh.
Hugh was working out his notice at Pilasters Bank. It was now two months since he had resigned. Solly was impatient for Hugh to start at Greenbournes, but the Pilasters partners had insisted he stay the full three months. No doubt they wanted to postpone as long as possible the moment when Hugh went to work for their rivals.
After dinner Maisie talked briefly to Nora as the ladies used the bathroom. “Stay as close to me as you can,” she said. “When the moment comes for me to present you to the prince, I won’t be able to go looking for you: you’ll have to be right there.”
“I’ll stick to you like a Scotchman to a five-pound note,” Nora said in her cockney accent, then she changed to an upper-class drawl and said: “Never fear! I shan’t run off!”
The guests began to arrive at ten-thirty. Maisie did not normally invite Augusta Pilaster, but she had this year, wanting Augusta to see Nora’s triumph, if triumph it should be. She had half expected Augusta to decline, but she was among the first to arrive. Maisie had also invited Hugh’s New York mentor, Sidney Madler, a charming man of about sixty with a white beard. He turned up in a distinctly American version of evening dress, with a short jacket and a black tie.
Maisie and Solly stood shaking hands for an hour, then the prince arrived. They escorted him into the ballroom and presented Solly’s father. Ben Greenbourne bowed stiffly from the waist, as straight-backed as a Prussian guardsman. Then Maisie danced with the prince.
“I’ve a splendid titbit of gossip for you, sir,” she said as they waltzed. “Although I hope it won’t make you cross.”
He held her closer and spoke in her ear. “How intriguing, Mrs. Greenbourne—do go on.”
“It’s about the incident at the duchess of Tenbigh’s ball.”
She felt him go stiff. “Ah, yes. Faintly embarrassing, I do confess.