Roses Have Thorns. Бетти Нилс

      He offered a hand and she shook it. ‘Oh, you speak English, I was wondering what I would do if no one understood me.’

      ‘English is spoken freely in Holland, Miss Fletcher. If you will come?’ He picked up her case and led her outside to where an old-fashioned Daimler, beautifully kept, was parked.

      ‘May I sit with you?’ asked Sarah. ‘And will you tell me your name?’

      ‘Hans, miss.’ He settled her in the front seat and got in beside her. ‘It is quite a long drive. I am instructed to stop on the way so that you may have coffee.’

      He was driving away from the airport, and Sarah said, ‘I’m not quite sure where it is—where I am to go. Professor Nauta told me, but it sounded a strange name and I didn’t like to ask him again…’

      ‘In the north, miss, just south of Leeuwarden—that is in Friesland.’

      He had turned on to the motorway. ‘We shall travel on the motorway for almost the whole way so that you will see little of Holland, and that is a pity, but perhaps before you go again you will have a chance.’

      ‘You speak English very well.’

      ‘I have lived in England, and I drive Mevrouw Nauta to see the Professor frequently.’

      ‘Mevrouw Nauta is English?’ She glanced at him. ‘Please don’t mind my asking questions; it would help me if I knew something of the people I am to work for.’

      ‘She is English, miss, married to Mijnheer Nauta. He is also a physician, like his son, but now he works only at times. It is his mother whom you are to be with, I am told… An old lady, very old and very ill also. It is expected that she will die within a very short time, and she wished to be with her family.’

      ‘The house—is it in the country?’

      ‘Yes, by a small village, very quiet.’ He sent the car speeding ahead. ‘We circle Amsterdam, and travel north and across the dyke of the Ijsselmeer, but we will stop for coffee before we cross to Friesland.’

      Sarah watched the outskirts of Amsterdam slip past. She didn’t like to ask any more questions, but at least she knew where she was going. She settled down to enjoy the ride, although just for the moment there wasn’t a great deal to see. But presently they left the city behind them, went through Purmerend and started on the stretch of motorway to Hoorn and the dyke, and Hans took care to point out everything which he thought might interest her as they went. They stopped at a pleasant restaurant only a few miles from the great sluice gates leading to the Afsluitdijk. Sarah asked Hans to have his coffee with her, and they spent a pleasant twenty minutes while he told her about his life in England, although he had nothing more to say about his employers.

      On the dijk Sarah felt a pleasant excitement. She could see the land ahead of them, and in another half-hour or so they would be there. Supposing they didn’t like her? Supposing Mevrouw Nauta’s sudden wish to employ her had undergone a change? Supposing the old lady didn’t like her? And that would be worse.

      On land again, Hans cast her a sidelong look. ‘No need to be nervous, miss. It is a happy family, and kind.’

      Sarah, unable to imagine the Professor either particularly happy or kind, had her doubts.

      They reached Franeker, and Hans turned off the road on to a narrow country road leading into a vista of flat green fields and small canals. Here and there villages, each with its vast church, were planted, screened by trees. He drove for several miles and the country changed, became more wooded, and in places there were glimpses of water.

      ‘There are many lakes,’ said Hans. ‘These are very small, and beyond Sneek they are large and lead one to the other.’

      They were nearing another village, its red roofs surrounding the church and ringed around by trees. ‘Baardwerd,’ said Hans. ‘We have arrived.’

      He drove through the tiny place and turned in through open gates and along a short drive. The house at the end of it was painted white, its many windows shuttered, and a double stairway led to its front door. Its roof was steep, with a clock over the wrought-iron balcony above the door. Sarah hadn’t known what to expect; she had imagined several likely houses: red brick villas, a comfortable country house like her own home had been, even a narrow town house with a gabled roof. None of them as grand as this. She got out of the car, her heart beating rather too quickly from nerves.

      CHAPTER TWO

      WITH HANS CLOSE behind her, Sarah mounted the steps and found the door open and a tall, bony middle-aged woman standing there. The woman said something in Dutch and offered a hand, and Sarah took it gratefully as Hans said, ‘This is my wife, Nel. She is housekeeper and speaks no English, but you will understand each other.’

      Nel and Sarah smiled at each other hopefully as Hans opened the inner door of the lobby and ushered her into the hall. It was large and square with panelled walls and a very large chandelier hanging from the high ceiling. The black and white marble floor was exactly what anyone, having seen the pictures of Dutch interiors so often painted by the Dutch Old Masters, would have expected. The furniture was right, too: old chests, heavily carved, and massive armchairs capable of seating giants. Sarah followed Nel across the hall to the big double doors at one side, and was urged inside.

      The room was just as vast as the hall, except there was no chandelier, only wall sconces and reading-lamps shaded in a delicate peach silk, and the furniture was a nice mixture of comfortable sofas and armchairs together with imposing display cabinets. The floor was carpeted and there was a fire burning under the hooded chimney-piece, so despite its grandeur it looked lived-in, almost homely.

      Mevrouw Nauta got out of her chair by the fire as Nel stood aside and Sarah walked on alone.

      ‘Miss Fletcher,’ Mevrouw Nauta surged towards her and took her hand. ‘I—we are delighted to see you and we are so grateful to you for giving up your holidays in order to help us.’ She paused to say something to Nel, who went away. ‘I’m sure you would like a cup of coffee… We lunch at half-past twelve, so there is just time for you to see your room and have a little chat. You must find all this very confusing, but I have these strong feelings and I always act upon them. I simply felt sure that you were exactly right for my husband’s mother. She was brought back from hospital just an hour ago, and is resting quietly. You shall meet her presently—’ She broke off as Nel came back with a young girl carrying a tray of coffee. ‘Sit down, Miss Fletcher—must we call you that? Do you mind if we use your Christian name?’

      ‘Sarah,’ said Sarah. Mevrouw Nauta gave her the feeling that she was sitting in a strong wind—not unpleasant, but a bit overwhelming. She wondered fleetingly if the woman’s son felt the same way, although if he had grown up with her he would be used to it. The door opened and a tall, elderly man came in, undoubtedly the Professor’s father. He was white-haired and very slightly stooping, but had the same nose and blue eyes. Sarah, introduced, bade him a serene, ‘How do you do?’ and listened while he made her welcome. His voice was so like his son’s that if she shut her eyes it could have been the Professor speaking…

      ‘No sinecure,’ he was saying. ‘I hope Radolf made that clear. My mother is a fiery old lady even in these, the last days of her life. But I—and my son—have great faith in my wife’s intuition; I feel sure that you will cope admirably. We are most grateful.’

      She drank her coffee from paper-thin china, and presently was borne away by Nel. ‘If you would like to unpack,’ suggested Mevrouw Nauta junior, ‘and return here, we will have lunch together before I take you to Mevrouw Nauta’s room.’ She hesitated. ‘I think probably Radolf did not mention free time and so on? I thought not. I must warn you that, if Mevrouw Nauta takes a fancy to you, it will be necessary for you to take any time to yourself while she is resting—she sleeps a good deal but she is difficult to sedate, and day and night are much the same to her.’

      Sarah followed Nel up the grand staircase, reflecting that, however difficult the old lady was, it was only for a fortnight,