Коллекционер
Chapter 1
Idon’tevenknowifIdidn’tthinkIwouldkeeptheagreement,eventhoughitwasforcedoutofmeandforcedpromisesarenopromises,astheysay.
IactuallywentintoBrightonandthereafterlookingatalotIsawjustthedressinasmallshop;youcouldtellitwasrealclass,atfirsttheydidn’twanttosellitwithoutafittingalthoughitwastherightsize.Well,goingbacktowhereIparkedthevanIpassedanothershop,ajeweller’s,andIsuddenlyhadtheideathatshewouldlikeapresent,alsoitmightmakethingseasierwhenitcametothepoint.Therewasasapphireanddiamondnecklacelyingonabitofblackvelvet,shapeofaheartIremember—Imeanthey’darrangedthenecklaceintoaheartshape.IwentinanditwasthreehundredpoundsandInearlywalkedrightoutagain,butthenmymoregenerousnaturetriumphed.Afterall,Ihadthemoney.Thewomanintheshopputitonanditlookedreallyprettyandexpensive.It’sonlysmallstones,shesaid,butallveryfinewaterandtheseVictoriandesigns.IrememberedMirandatalkingonedayabouthowshelikedVictorianthings,sothatdidit.Therewastroubleaboutthecheque,ofcourse.Thewomanwouldn’ttakeitatfirst,butIgothertoringmybankandshechangedhertuneveryquick.IfI’dspokeninala-di-davoiceandsaidIwasLordMuckorsomething,Ibet...still,I’vegotnotimeforthat.
It’sfunnyhowoneidealeadstoanother.
