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Six should be enough,' he said. `We'll say six tea chests, then, and one trunk.
If you'll deliver them tomorrow, I'll get the stuff all packed and maybe your people
could pick them upWednesday.' He made a note on a bit of paper. `Fine,' he said.
`Round about lunchtime tomorrow.'
She hadn't moved. She was still sitting in the big oak-armed chair at the far
end of the room. Hemade himself look at her and he managed a kind of grin,
pretending all was well.
`No trouble,' he said. `They're very efficient.'
`I couldn't believe,' she said, `that you'd really do it.Not until I heard you on
the phone. I wouldn't have thought it possible. You'll really pack up all those things
and have them sent off to her.'
They were going to have to go over it allagain. Of course they were. It
wouldn't stop until he'd got the things out and himself out, away from London and her
for good. And he wasn't going to argue or make long defensive speeches. Helit a
cigarette and waited for her to begin, thinking that the pubs would be opening in an
hour's time and he could go out then and get a drink.
`I don't understand why you came here atall,' she said.
He didn't answer. He was still holding the cigarette box, and now he closed its
lid, feeling the coolness of the onyx on his fingertips.
She had gone white. `Just to get yourthings? Maurice, did you come back just
for that?
'They are my things,' he said evenly.
`You could have sent someone else. Even if you'd written to me and asked me
to do it-
`I never writeletters,' he said.
She moved then. She made a little fluttering with her hand in front of her
mouth. `As if I didn't know!' She gasped, and making a great effort she steadied her
voice.`You were in Australia for a year, a whole year, and you never wrote to me
once.'
`I phoned.'
`Yes, twice. The first time to say you loved me and missed me and were
longing to come...