said. Hullo, miss. I wonât be long, the kettleâs singing and I see you got some dry bread in the bin there so Iâll make a nice bit of toast.
And he stabbed a slice on to a long kitchen-fork and held it steadily to the flames. Belle sat down slowly at the table and pulled off her head-scarf, letting her thick red hair fall loose around her shoulders. Saul unclipped the magazine from the sten, checked it over and quietly set it down by the dresser. He looked at the woman, who sat silent and still, watching Charlie at his domestic work. The first slice of toast was turned and finished and set down golden-brown on a plate. The kettle boiled and tea was made in the enamel coffee-pot. A second slice began to toast and the kitchen filled with the good dry smell.
Will you be mother, Corp? said Charlie. Sorry we ainât got no fresh milk. âAve to use powdered. Donât taste the same without fresh milk. Sâpose all the cows mustâve died round âere.
You wouldnât chuckle, said Saul, the fields are full of âem, legs stuck up in the air. You mightnât believe it, but Charlie here is an expert on milk.
As he handed her the tea and toast, Belle broke off her introspective stare at the firelight and asked, Are you a farmer, Charlie?
Charlie laughed, a shy wheezy chuckle, at this small familiar joke.
No, miss, Iâm a milkman. Or used to be, in civvy street, like. Back in âighgate, thatâs in London.
Did you have to get up early, she asked, and bring milk for the small breakfast? Such a hard life.
Oh, itâs not bad, not bad at all. âcept in winter perhaps. Dark they are, those winter mornings. More toast nowââere we are. Mind you, it used to be âarder. When I was a nipper, I used to go round with my old man, âe was a milkman too, on the old âorsedrawn float. Going up the Archway Road in a winter fog, and the trams with their big âeadlamps coming through the fog. Ladling out the milk from the big churns with the brass fittings. They stopped all that, said it was unâygeenic. Itâs all bottle stuff now.
His pinched pale face became animated as he talked, but suddenly he stopped as if embarrassed and busied himself with the fire and the toast, holding and turning it so that it was an exact golden-brown before slipping it steaming on to Belleâs plate, to be eaten with margarine and plum jam from the ration-pack. As he crouched by the fire he glanced across shyly at Belle, at her long delicate fingers busy with knife and cup, at the rich red hair shaken out over her shoulders and catching highlights from the glow of the fire.
Watching them both, Saul realized with amusement that the little man was innocently and worshipfully inlove with her. The tea and toast was a simple manâs offering. He watched her all the time as they had their tea and chatted on about life as they had known it during the last years. British meeting French had this great curiosity for all the missing details, for knitting up the wholeness of ordinary life again. At last, he stood up and said, Well, time to be off, I sâpose. Oh, âere, I thought you might like these, I got plenty.
He took out three packets of Gold Flake and a bar of Cadburyâs milk chocolate and laid them carefully on the scrubbed table in front of her. She smiled up at him with real enjoyment.
Thank you, Charlieâ vous êtes bien gentil âyou are very kind.
Youâre very welcome, Iâm sure, he said, with a duck of the head, and bustled out of the door.
Saul walked with him up the path to the gate.
See you tomorrow, Corp, he said.
Thatâs right, Charlie boy. And ta very much for every thing.
Saul watched him as he trudged briskly up the hill, waving cheerfully as he passed the Brat, who was on watch under the big beech tree.
Some time must have passed then. I can guess at some of the many things he didnât tell me, butnot all of them.
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