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    The Girl in a Swing

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    long, but it couldn't be helped, could it? How are things

      going?'

      'Well, Mrs Taswell's been poorly, dear, and that put us in

      a bit of a fix, but Deirdre brought her cousin along to fill the

      gap - no experience, of course, but a good-hearted little thing

      and much better than no one. And that nice Mr Steinberg

      from Philadelphia called - he was so sorry to miss you - I

      told him you'd be back soon and he wants you to telephone

      him. It's about the Dr Wall punchbowl he asked you to find

      for him.'

      '- So that's the news from this end, Flick. You'll bring Angela

      up for the wedding, won't you? I don't think she's too little

      to be a bridesmaid, do you? I mean, she's getting on for

      five, she'll look so pretty -'

      'Yes, of course we will, Alan. Tell me, how's Mummy

      taken it? Is she pleased?'

      'Yes, she says she's delighted. I must say, she did rather

      put me through the hoop about Kathe - you know, who were

      her parents, where did she live and all that -'

      'Well, Alan, those are rather the sort of things mothers

      want to know, don't you think?'

      'Well, yes, I suppose so, but after all they don't really

      matter -'

      'Not to you, no; that's perfectly understandable. You're in

      love with her. But Mum's not in love with her, so she's got

      a different approach and she's entitled to ask questions.'

      'Yes, of course. But hardly to sort of check her out -'

      'Yes, Alan, yes! Just that. The role of the protagonists and

      the r61e of the family are two completely different things.

      Bear with me while I develop this brilliant concept for your

      good, my lad. When two people fall in love, that's personal

      to them and no business of anybody else. Parents and relatives

      aren't entitled to say "I wouldn't fall in love with

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      that person". They aren't even entitled to say "I don't particularly

      like that person. I can't see anything special about

      her." They're not required to. But, Alan, they are entitled

      to be satisfied that the person is of good character and good

      family - not a nutter - never been in any sort of trouble or

      disgrace and so on - and who the family are. In fact, I'd

      say that in that respect they'd almost got a responsibility.

      Apart from anything else - their affection for their own protagonist

      and all that - they're often being called upon to

      receive a total stranger into their family. Mum's not pushing

      you around at all; she's simply fulfilling her proper function.

      She'd just like to know a bit more about Kathe's background;

      come to that, so would I. But that doesn't mean we aren't

      going to like her or wish you both all the happiness in the

      world.'

      'Well, when you put it like that, Flick, I must say it

      sounds reasonable; and I'm sure everything will be made

      crystal-clear at the first opportunity. But you do realize that

      this isn't quite the same as happening to come upon the girl

      you want to marry in Newbury, or even in England? I mean,

      what with her being in Copenhagen and my not being able

      to stay there indefinitely, we couldn't really get down to

      minor details. There'll be plenty of time later to fill in Mum's

      questionnaire.'

      'D'you happen to know why Kathe's coming over here to

      get married?"

      'No, not really, but it suits us all very well, doesn't it?

      Much less trouble and expense.'

      'Have you mentioned it to the Rev. Tony yet? (Wait a

      minute, Angela darling! Mummy's talking to Uncle Alan.)'

      'I'm popping round there for an ecclesiastical noggin on

      Saturday evening. But I've told him already on the 'phone

      and he says he'll be delighted to do his stuff.'

      'He is a nice chap! I've often missed him and thought

      how lucky you are still to have him. Well, I'm very happy

      about it all, Alan, and I'm greatly looking forward to meeting

      Kathe. Now you'll have to say good-night to Angela,

      otherwise there'll be no peace. Come on, Angela, here's

      Uncle Alan.'

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      'Hullo, Angela. How's blue Teddy? Oh, dropped him in

      the bath, did you? Did he sink? Oh, he walked all the way

      out along the bottom? That was clever-'

      ' 'Morning, Deirdre. I'm told you had a few little problems

      while I was away, and you coped with them marvellously.

      But then I might have known you would.'

      'Well, just a few, Mistralan. Nothin' what I couldn't 'andle,

      like.'

      'Well, I think you deserve a little extra, and it'll be in your

      envelope this evening. I'm very grateful.'

      'Oh, that's nice of you, Mistralan. Not that I really done

      anythin' special.'

      'Well, for a start, I think it was very bright of you to think

      of getting your cousin Gladys to come and give us a hand

      while Mrs Taswell was away. And I suppose you had to

      teach her everything. How did she pick it up?'

      'Cor, Mistralan, wants 'itt'n on the 'ead 'eavy 'ammer. I

      bin on at 'er 'alf hour at a time.'

      'Well, there you are. You did a lot extra.'

      'That right you're gett'n married, then, Mistralan?'

      'It is indeed, Deirdre. Quite soon, too. I'm looking forward

      to seeing you and Gladys at the wedding.'

      'Mrs Desland was sayin' as your intended's comin' over

      'ere.'

      'Yes, from Copenhagen. She's very anxious to see the shop

      and meet you all.'

      'That right she's German?'

      'Yes, she is.'

      'My dad don't like the Germans. 'E don't 'alf get on about

      it sometimes.'

      'Well, the war's been over a long time now. I'm sure he'd

      like this lady if he met her, and I hope he will.'

      'Bit sudden, wasn't it, Mistralan? Kind of a quick decision,

      like?'

      'You wait, Deirdre. You'll know all right when it hits you.

      But look, why don't you just take me round now and tell me

      what's been happening, and anything you think needs seeing

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      to? You say we sold the blue-and-white tureen to Mrs

      Baxendale? -'

      'Personal call for Mr Alan Desland.'

      'Fine, carry on.'

      'Is that Mr Alan Desland speaking?'

      'Yes, it is.'

      'Fraulein Geutner is calling you from Copenhagen and

      wishes you to pay for the call.'

      'Yes, certainly. Put her through, please.'

      'Alan?'

      'Kathe! Oh, Kathe, how are you, darling? Is everything

      all right?'

      'Yes; dock, }a How should it not be? For the rest of life

      everything is just fine. Alan, dearest, how is your mother?

      What did she say when you told her?'

      'Well, I think she was a bit startled to begin with, naturally,

      but she's awfully pleased about it and simply longing

      to meet you.'

      'And all the china ladies and gentlemen?'

      'They say you're the porcelain of humankind.'

      'What?'

      'A dainty rogue in porcelain. It's all right, I'm only talking

      nonsense because I'm so happy. The business is fine, darling,

      and everything's just as it should be, except that you're


      in K0benhavn and I'm in England.'

      Til see you very quickly now, Alan, and we can be married

      as soon as you're able to arrange it.'

      'How splendid! When do you want me to come over for

      you?'

      'You need not. I will arrive at Heathrow on Monday evening.'

      'What - you mean this Monday evening? Three days from

      now?'

      'Yes. It's Flight BA 639 and it arrives at quarter past ten.'

      'Good Lord! You mean you've settled everything and

      you're ready to leave? That seems terribly quick!'

      'You're not pleased?'

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      'Yes, of course I am: but you've taken my breath away! I

      never dreamt you could be ready so soon. Have you said

      good-bye to Mr Hansen?'

      'Yes, and to the Always 'bus.'

      'And Inge and her little girl?'

      'Yes, yes. Then you'll meet me, Lieber, on Monday evening?'

      'Of course I will; and I'll have somewhere for us to stay

      in London that night, as it's such a late arrival. Tell me,

      what did Hansen say when you told him we were getting

      married?'

      'Oh, I didn't tell him. Only that I was leaving.'

      'Oh, didn't you? Why not?'

      'Well, there's no need to be telling everything to everybody,

      is there? Alan, what about your sister -'

      We chatted on for several minutes, for I could not bear

      to bring the call to an end. When at length I had rung off,

      I remained sitting beside the telephone in a confusion of

      joy, surprise and excitement. Clearly, Kathe must be as eager

      and impatient to be with me as I with her. Indeed, it was

      evident that she could hardly wait to join me, could scarcely

      bide the time until we should be married. To anyone else any

      third party - this would no doubt seem natural enough.

      Girls who are going to be married not uncommonly feel like

      this. Yet to me it still seemed unbelievable; I was superstitiously

      afraid to credit that she could possibly love and long

      for me as I for her. Tears filled my eyes and after a few

      moments, seeking an outlet for my passionate sense of gratitude

      and happiness, I began murmuring, half aloud, the

      words of the general thanksgiving.

      '-give thee most humble and hearty thanks for all thy

      goodness and loving-kindness to us and to all men. We

      bless thee for our creation, preservation and all the blessings

      of this life; but above all, for thine inestimable love -'

      My mother, happening to come through the hall, not unnaturally

      asked what I thought I was doing; and at this I

      jumped up, laughing at the absurdity of my happiness, at her

      concern and the whole state of things in general, and told

      her the news.

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      'My goodness!' she said. 'You mean she's coming straight

      over - she's not going back again before the wedding?'

      'That's it!'

      'Well, she has got things settled up quickly! Were you

      expecting her as soon as this?'

      'No! No! No! No! I was expecting to have to go over

      and bring her back!'

      'Well, she obviously knows a trick worth two of that,

      doesn't she? And of course you're delighted, darling?'

      'I can hardly believe I'm going to see her again on Monday

      evening! It seems too good to be true. Will you come

      up to Heathrow with me and meet her off the 'plane?'

      'Well, it's a nice idea, but - no, I think not, dear; even

      though I'm very much looking forward to meeting her. It'll

      be much better for you to be there alone when she arrives.

      I mean, just put yourself in her place. You'll be doing a lot

      of that in future, so you might as well start getting in some

      practice. She'll have had all the business of leaving her job

      and clearing up and getting packed and so on, and then she'll

      arrive quite late at night and probably tired out, in a strange

      country, not feeling or looking her best. That's hardly how

      you'd want to meet your future mother-in-law for the first

      time, is it?'

      'Well, I see what you mean, Mummy. All right, I'll go by

      myself.'

      'Have you thought about arrangements, Alan? I mean,

      where she's going to stay and so on?'

      'Well, I think it'll be best if we stay in a hotel in London

      on Monday night, don't you? And Tuesday, too, perhaps.

      Then if she needs to get anything we can go shopping and

      so on, and I'll bring her down to meet you here on Wednesday

      - or even Thursday. There's no wild hurry, is there, as

      long as you can cope with the shop for just another day or

      two?'

      'Splendid, dear; but I really meant, where is she going to

      stay until the wedding? I mean, she can't very well stay

      here, can she? It would look a little odd. She'll need to stay

      somewhere else.'

      'I hadn't thought of that, Mummy, but of course you're

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      perfectly right. Let me think; and I'll go and fix us both a

      gin-and-tonic while I'm thinking.'

      When I came back with the drinks I said, 'I've got it! The

      simplicity of genius! I'll ask the Redwoods if they can have

      her. I know Tony's as shamefully hard up as all the clergy,

      but I know him and Freda so well that I'm sure I can persuade

      them into some suitable sort of P.G. arrangement. I

      think they'd love it, actually, and no one can possibly raise

      an eyebrow at that; I mean, if she's staying with the clergyman

      who's going to marry us. I'll put it to Freda and Tony

      when I see them tomorrow evening. What d'you think?'

      'I think that will do very well, dear, as long as they've got

      a room and can manage it and it's no bother to Freda. A

      girl's less trouble than a man, as a rule. And I suppose you'll

      put up the banns next Sunday, will you?'

      'You bet I will! And that means we can be married in less

      than four weeks from now. Hands to dance and skylark!'

      'Well, it will be nice. But the invitations, Alan - all the

      arrangements! It's terribly short notice, isn't it? I feel quite

      - quite, well, put on the spot, I suppose you'd say: but I'm

      certainly not complaining. I wonder whether Flick might be

      able to come up a day or two early and lend me a hand? I'll

      ring her later on this evening. But let's just talk about it all

      for a bit first, shall we, and see what needs to be done? Get

      that pad thing out of the bureau, dear, so that we can make

      a list.'

      We talked about it for three quarters of an hour. At length

      my mother said, 'Well, if General Montgomery could have

      done any better than that, I'd have liked to see him try. I

      feel much more settled. I'm going to enjoy it enormously.

      Now let's ring dear Flick and see whether she can think of

      anything we've forgotten."

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      As it happened, Kathe's was not the only long-distance call

      I received that evening.

      Little pleasure as I have ever been able to take in modern

      technology - despite being, like everyone else, an involuntary

      beneficiary - I have always felt grateful for the longdistance

      telephone, a
    nd have often wondered what Socrates

      or Leonardo would have thought of a device which can single

      out a chosen individual thousands of miles away. ('Socrates?

      Alkibiades here. Look, I'm up at Bisanthe...') In fact, I

      once made up a clerihew about it.

      Prospero

      Had nothing on the G.P.O.,

      Which can link maidens and youths

      From here to the still-vexed Bermoothes.

      But this by the way - except to explain why, after all the

      activity of the evening, I was not in the least put out when

      at eleven o'clock the telephone rang once more and brought

      forth the voice of Mr Morgan Steinberg of Philadelphia.

      I liked Mr Steinberg. Like most English people, I tend to

      be a shade troubled by Americans en masse, together with all

      gear, tackle and trim of so-called American culture; but

      nevertheless like and respect several individual Americans.

      Mr Steinberg was a man after my own heart. He, like myself,

      lived largely for ceramics but was humbly convinced that

      he knew little about them. As a matter of fact he knew a

      good deal more than I, except about English pottery and

      porcelain, since he was wealthy and widely-travelled and,

      being now in his sixties, had been at it a long time. I liked

      him principally because he quite sincerely saw himself less as

      the possessor than the custodian - for the time being - of the

      items in his collection. He was an excellent customer, nearly

      always eager to spend, and I had cultivated him assiduously.

      His way was first to discuss with me whatever he had in mind

      to acquire and then ask me to find and buy it for him, more

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      or less regardless of cost; and during the early years of our

      acquaintance (which were also those when I had been struggling

      to establish myself as a reasonably well-known dealer)

      I had more than once charged him high, though not exorbitant,

      prices. However, as my liking for him had grown,

      together with my respect for his rather touching scholarly

      humility, I had not only desisted from this but had once or

      twice asked him very little more for a piece than it had cost

      me.

      Mr Steinberg had often invited me to go over and stay.

      From pressure of work I had always been obliged to refuse,

      but there was a kind of understanding between us that one

      day I would find myself able to 'visit with' him in Philadelphia.

      Although he knew a great deal which I did not about

      oriental ceramics, for instance - he seldom or never

      paraded this knowledge: indeed, I often found myself wishing

      that he could be stimulated to become a little more

      forthcoming and less self-depreciating, since although he

      had seen a great many collections all over the world, it was

      a hard matter to pick his brains. Nevertheless, there was a

      forcefulness - a 'go-getter' quality - about him in the pursuit

      of any plan or idea which he had formed. In hospitality

      he was generous to the point of embarrassment, having, indeed,

      a kind of baffling unstoppability when it came to paying

      restaurant bills; and the only way in which I had ever

      been able to hold my own in this respect was by inviting him

      to Bull Banks, where he had dined several times and once or

      twice spent the night.

      Mr Steinberg had been collecting Dr Wall porcelain for

      several years and had now acquired what I felt sure must

      be a very fair collection indeed, judging by those pieces

      which he had bought from me. For some time past he had

      been on the look-out for a yellow-ground punchbowl, and

      it had given me satisfaction, just before my recent trip to

      Copenhagen, to find one (from the workshop of James Giles,

      its reserves decorated with cut fruit) and to buy it at auction.

      Since I knew he would pay whatever it cost, I had simply

      gone prepared to continue bidding until I got it; but, as not

      infrequently happens, this very preparedness had in some

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      odd way stifled the opposition, and I had not in fact had to

      pay more than a fair price. My letter to Mr Steinberg, giving

      details of the transaction, had been one of those which

      I had dictated to Kathe at Mr Hansen's.

      'Alan?' said Mr Steinberg warmly, across the intervening

      four thousand miles. 'How're you doing? Good to hear you!

      You got back all right from Copenhagen?'

      For the next three minutes of his long-distance call I

      assured Mr Steinberg, in reply to his enquiries, that I had

      survived the return journey from Denmark, that my health

      was good, that my mother's health was good, that my business

      was thriving and the weather was fine.

      'I was really glad to get your letter to-day,' said Mr Steinberg

     


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