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First published January 1, 1977



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"I expect you pride yourself on being plainspoken," said Jenny sweetly. "I call it rude. Just by way of interest, what kind of girl do you like?"
He allowed the car to slow and shot a sidelong glance at her. "Tall, calm, sweet-tempered - with good looks, of course; fair hair, blue eyes, a pleasant voice..."
"A cardboard creature," cried Jenny, 'and even if you did find her, she'd be a dead bore as a wife. " A thought struck her. "Have you found her? Perhaps you're married."
"What an impertinent girl you are." He spoke quite pleasantly. "No, I am not married. When do you intend to visit your aunt again?" A neat snub, if ever there was one.
"I'll drive over after breakfast. When do you return to Holland?"
"Wishful thinking?" he enquired. "When your aunt is recovered."
Jenny shifted in her seat, uncomfortably aware that she hadn't expressed nearly enough gratitude.
"Oh no.. well, I'd like to thank you for what you've done for Aunt Bess. I know you saved her life and I'm deeply grateful - I hope it hasn't spoilt your holiday here." It was a nice little speech which he completely ruined.
"I get paid for it, you know," he reminded her smoothly, 'and I haven't been on holiday. "
Jenny exploded with temper. "You're impossible! We're right back where we started, aren't we? I've never met... You have no need to..." She drew a deep breath and swallowed the temper. "What a lovely day it is," she observed brightly.
The Professor's eyes gleamed momentarily and a muscle twitched at the corner of his firm mouth...
"Carved from an ice block," he mused, 'with your "Yes, Professor, no, Professor" as meek as you like, and your eyes killing me. Tell me, Jenny, do you really dislike me so much? Oh, I tease you deliberately just to see you get angry, but is that sufficient reason for you to treat me as though I had the plague? "
He crossed to her chair and pulled her to her feet, holding her hands fast in his, and turned her round on that the lamplight shone on to her face. "Well -- Do you dislike me?"
She must have been made to have supposed that she loathed him -- hated him, even disliked him - how could that be possible when she loved him so much? He was the only man she would ever want to marry, she knew that for certain, and if he married Margaret her heart would break, but he mustn't be allowed to even guess at that.
She said stonily: "No, I don't like you. Professor van Draak," because there was nothing else she could have said. And it couldn't matter to him in the least what she thought of him if he were in love with Margaret. Supposing she said "I love you very much', what would he do? she wondered miserably. Despite his mocking smile and his nasty remarks he was a kind man, she was sure of that, and he would feel badly if she let him see that she had a tendresse for him.
He let her hands go and smiled a little. "One of the nastiest stings the nettle has given me so far," he declared lightly, 'but it's best to clear the air, isn't it?"