The Night Watch by Sarah Waters

Author:Sarah Waters [Waters, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: England, London (England), World War; 1939-1945, Fiction, Romance, Great Britain, Azizex666@TPB, Historical, War & Military, London, General
ISBN: 9781594482304
Google: nd6CFyrjHXUC
Amazon: 1594482306
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 2006-09-27T00:00:00+00:00

3

'Miss Giniver,' said Miss Chisholm, putting her head around Helen's door, 'there's a lady to see you.'

It was a week or so later. Helen was fastening papers together with a clip, and didn't look up. 'Does she have an appointment?'

'She asked in particular for you.'

'Did she? Blast.' This was what came of giving out your name too freely. 'Where is she?'

'She said she wouldn't come in, as she's rather shabby.'

'Well, she can hardly be too shabby to come in here. Tell her we're not fussy. She must make an appointment, though.'

Miss Chisholm came further into the room and held out a folded piece of paper. 'She wanted me to give you this,' she said, with a hint of disapproval. 'I told her we weren't in the habit of accepting personal post.'

Helen took the note. It was addressed to Miss Helen Giniver, in a hand she didn't recognise, and there was a dirty thumb-print on it. She opened it up. It said: Are you free for lunch? I have tea, and rabbit-meat sandwiches!What do you say? Don't worry, if not. But I'll be outside for the next ten minutes.

And it was signed, Julia.

Helen saw the signature first, and her heart gave an astonishing sort of fillip in her breast, like a leaping fish. She was horribly aware of Miss Chisholm, watching. She closed the paper smartly back up.

'Thank you, Miss Chisholm,' she said, as she ran her thumb-nail along the fold. 'It's just a friend of mine. I'll- I'll go out to her, when I've finished here.'

She slipped the note under a pile of other papers and picked up a pen, as if meaning to write. But as soon as she heard Miss Chisholm going back to her desk in the outer office, she put the pen down. She unlocked a drawer in her own desk and took out her handbag, to tidy her hair, put on powder and lipstick.

Then she squinted at herself in the mirror of her compact. A woman could always tell, she thought, when a girl had just done her face; she didn't want Miss Chisholm to notice-worse, she didn't want Julia to think she had put on make-up especially for her. So she got out her handkerchief and tried to wipe some of the powder away. She drew in her lips and bit repeatedly at the cloth, to blot off the lipstick. She slightly disarranged her hair. Now, she thought, I look like I've been in some sort of tussle-

For God's sake! What did it matter? It was only Julia. She put the make-up away, got her coat and hat and scarf; went lightly past Miss Chisholm's desk and out along the Town Hall corridors to the lobby and the street.

Julia was standing in front of one of the grey stone lions. She had on her dungarees and her denim jacket again, but this time, instead of a turban, her hair was tied up in a scarf. She had her hands looped around the strap of

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