A Village Affair by Joanna Trollope

Author:Joanna Trollope
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Transworld
Published: 1990-09-21T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

In June, Anthony Jordan completed the sale of his luxurious, impersonal flat on Tregunter Path, Hong Kong, cleared his office desk, told the girl who had optimistically hoped for four years that he might marry her that he never would, and took a taxi out to Kai Tak airport with ten years’ worth of Far Eastern living packed economically into only three suitcases. He told friends that he was exhausted by the climate and the claustrophobia of Hong Kong and that he wanted to try his hand at something other than corporate finance. He did not say that he would otherwise become lumbered with a largely unwanted wife but everyone knew that that was the case, and took sides in the affair, sides that were very largely weighted against Anthony. Enough people had endured his combination of exploitation and exhibitionism to feel nothing but gratitude towards Cathay Pacific for carrying him firmly homewards. When he had gone, Diana McPherson, who had loved him very much despite her better self, found herself asked out a good deal so that people could tell her that it was better to be an old maid for ever than to be married for five minutes to someone like Anthony Jordan.

His father met him at Heathrow. They had met on Richard’s travels about once a year, and Anthony had come on infrequent leave, infrequent because he preferred to go to California than to come home. Anthony thought his father was looking well and fit and distinguished and Richard thought Anthony, despite his expensive clothes, was looking slightly dissolute. They took a taxi into Central London to Richard’s tiny flat in Bryanston Street, and then went to the Savoy Grill for dinner. Anthony talked a great deal about why he had left Hong Kong and even more about the extraordinary number of alternatives he now had for a job in the City. He said he thought he would like to work for one of the big accepting houses. Richard listened, noticed that Anthony drank too much and ate not enough and then said, gently, that the City was of course a changed place. Anthony said rudely that his father didn’t know a thing about the City and Richard sighed because, even if the City had changed, Anthony plainly hadn’t.

Only when they were on the way back to Bryanston Street did Anthony ask about his family.

‘You must go and see for yourself.’

‘Old Martin,’ Anthony said, staring out of the taxi window at the seedy muddle of Piccadilly Circus, ‘old Martin seems to have done all right.’

‘Certainly.’

‘More up your and Mother’s street, really, what Martin has done—’

‘I can only speak for myself and I wouldn’t agree with you. As long as you both do what suits you best in life, insofar as that is ever possible, then that’s what I want for you, and I should think what your mother wants, too.’

‘Very diplomatic.’

Richard said nothing.

‘Nice house,’ Anthony said and his voice was faintly sneering. ‘Lovely wife. Three children. Solid job.

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