Betty Neels - From dream to reality

From dream to reality

Betty Neels

From Dream to Reality (1994)

Original title: An old - fashioned girl (1992)
Publisher: Harlequin Ibrica
Sel him / Collection: Jasmine 1025
Gender: Contemporary
Starring: Julius van der Beek and Patience Martin
Plot:

Patience was not a smart woman had a sharp tongue and a lousy taste in clothes;
definitely was impossible for the eminent surgeon Julius van der Beek notice her.
However, something Patience hopelessly attracted to Julius. Could it be that he
was falling for her?
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Betty Neels - From dream to reality

Chapter 1
The two men watched from the window the bleak January afternoon. Then
they turned at once to look at the room where they were.
- Of course - said the elder of the two, a stocky man of stature and gray hair Norfolk, especially this part of rural Norfolk, little cozy in the winter months despite what he had said, his words seemed hopeful.
- I do not need a welcome - the deep voice of his partner had a slight accent -.
Seeking peace and quiet - he looked around. The bedroom looked nice, although it
was somewhat shabby, it took some vacant weeks -. Within four days will my
housekeeper and I need someone to help her with the housework.
- That will not be difficult, Mr. van der Beek. Several women in the village
are willing to serve and if you need someone to watch the garden, there's the old
Ned Groom, who was the gardener and ...
- Excellent - Mr. van der Beek an eminent physician, turned back to the
window again. It was an extremely tall, stocky, about thirty-old man with a
prominent nose in a handsome face, mouth and eyes steady light blue -. I hope you
take care of the paperwork.
- Of course - the old man hesitated -. Like you who needs peace and
tranquility says, I suggest you hire someone, an administrator freeing you from the
hassle like phone, vendors, accounts payable, care of the house if you wish to leave
a few days ...
- I need someone very capable - said Mr van der Beek.

- Of course. A person known in the village and is very discreet. His

housekeeper should not fear that their authority is undermined.
Mr. van der Beek took time to consider the proposal.
- I think good idea, but it should be made known to the person she will be a
woman, I suppose, will be one month test. Let that clear when hired.
- What salary you think appropriate?
- Dear friend, that I leave to your judgment - he headed for the door -. May I
take it Aylsham?
The man readily agreed and went together, closing the door behind them,
before entering the Bentley dark blue car parked outside the house. Aylsham was
fifty miles away and during the journey talked little, but as you approach the office
real estate agent on the main street, Mr. van der Beek asked:
- Do you have the phone number of my lawyer? I guess the homeowner
consult your own attorney.
- Naturally. I will contact them immediately. Rest assured that the house
will be able to be inhabited by you within four days.
They parted and the doctor went to London, where he worked as a surgeon in
a hospital, occupation thinking of leaving for six months to write a textbook on
surgery. He wore a few weeks looking for a suitable place to live while writing it,
and now I was pretty sure I found it. At least fervently wished it so.
The officer watched him go. Then he hurried into his office where he picked
up the phone and dialed impatiently waiting for someone to answer.
- George? Dr. van der Beek Martin has decided to rent the house for six
months. Want occupy within four days. I hire servants and a helper to his

housekeeper will speak with Patience ASAP? I did not say that she is the niece of
the owners, but do not think that he cares. He wants complete peace of mind while
writing a book. If he can stay out of sight and get along with the housekeeper,
employment is yours ...
- Is very shortly ... paperwork - George Bennett coughed.
- Yes, I know, but the Martin needed the money. In addition, Patience may
well add something to his miserable pension. This is a godsend.
- I'll see Patience this afternoon. I agree with you that you should not miss
the opportunity. You know what salary you intend to pay?
- No, but it has a Bentley and will pay a higher rent for the house. I think
good idea Patience is visiting the housekeeper ... come with it. I imagine that will
leave her the housekeeping.
- Very well. I'll go see Patience now and make sure everything is arranged
for the tenth. Is she who hire other employees will?
- Yup. Here everyone knows and is greatly appreciated. There will be no
difficulty.

Patience Martin stood at the window of her bedroom with lots of freshly
ironed clothes, when he saw Mr. Bennett. The street was narrow and quiet, lined
with small houses, all exactly alike. Patience left the clothes and ran down the
stairs to prevent him knock on the door. Her aunts always slept awhile before tea
and the girl did not want to be awakened to hear bad news. Since losing almost all
their capital, aunts considered the elder Bennett as the bearer of bad news ... It was

he who told them they would have to leave your home to sell or rent and live on
their incomes.

Patience undertook to pay the bills and make purchases with

economic criteria.
He opened the door before Bennett called. What happened to the room
quietly letting her know that her aunts were asleep. The room was small, and was
decorated with the most appreciated furniture aunts, even with a cheap carpet and
curtains. Bennett sat in a rocking chair and put his briefcase at his side.
- If you bring bad news, dgamelas me first - suggested Patience with
determination.
It was a pity that performed so common traits, he thought. Her beautiful gray
eyes rimmed with black, long and thick eyelashes, were all admirable in his face,
his nose too flat, her wide mouth and hair slicked back in a sloppy bun. His hair
was abundant and silky, but a nondescript brown.
- Dear Patience, this time I bring you good news. Your aunts house has been
rented for a good amount for six months, which will provide worry free living for
the moment.
Patience, recalling the various accounts waiting to be settled, sighed with
relief.
- When does the new tenant?
- In four days. Is Mr. van der Beek, a surgeon who is writing a book. Want
to be quiet while you work, and for that reason chose the house of your aunts. It
will bring his housekeeper, but she has asked Mr Tomkins looking servants in the
village and as not to be disturbed while writing, Tomkins suggested that it would
hire someone to take care of dealing with suppliers, annoying visitors and so on.
The doctor agreed and Tomkins said he knew the right person. You, Patience,

though he did not mention your name, or the fact that you have lived in the house'd
better you present the housekeeper and procures gain their approval, so that no
threatened his position as head of the household staff. Yet to decide what your
hours and your salary will be, but for all I know, the doctor is not stingy. I will
know when you come to get the keys and make sure you are well treated. I need
advise you procures unnoticed, Patience.
- So I will, Mr. Bennett; and thanks to you and Mr. Tomkins for your
kindness. I am very grateful. A well-paying job is what I need - he smiled warmly
Bennett -. Want a cup of tea?
- No thanks. I must still address some issues. I would visit your aunts
morning, because you have to sign some documents, what time is more appropriate
to come?
- Around eleven. I can tell them what you have told me, or yourself want to
tell?
- Comntaselo you please - I stood up and left.
Patience hurried up the stairs. Now achieved small pay urgent bills and
could ask for more coal for heating. He wondered how much money you receive
for their services, but then faded a little enthusiasm, to think that maybe will meet
with opposition from the housekeeper. Then he went to the kitchen to prepare the
tray with tea, and when he heard her aunts down the stairs, took her to the room.
The two old ladies were sitting on either side of the fireplace and both turned
to her when Patience entered. The women formed a graceful couple, upright in
their seats, with identical hairstyles and dressed in similar dresses dark brown, who
did not follow at all the dictates of fashion. They were actually Patience aunts, and

their unique relatives.

She's loved.

She served tea, biscuits offered with

accompanying drink and sat between them.

Her aunts received the news with satisfaction, although they had their doubts
that she would accept the job that Mr. Bennett offered.
- It does not seem appropriate - said Aunt Bessy, who was the oldest -. I
prefer to rough, rather than accept domestic work.
Patience was quick to revive her.
- It's more than one secretary - said.
Aunt Polly, four years younger than her sister, agreed with her.
In making his second cup of tea they were satisfied with the arrangements
made and ready to receive Mr. Bennett when visit the next day. Then they began
to speculate about her tenant.
- It will be a major and maniacal man - said Patience -. I'll bet anything that
is an old despot - he added - but whatever. The important thing is that we provide
income.

Mr. Bennett was with her aunts when Patience returned from shopping the
next morning. When they left the room, he asked her to stay a moment ...
- I talked to the secretary of Mr. van der Beek - told - in connection with your
employment. He wants you to work from ten o'clock till four in the afternoon, and
resting on Sundays. The salary seems generous ... - He mentioned a sum that
caused astonishment Patience.
- Heavens !, must be a mistake ...

- There is not. I assure you that is a fair offer. At present, the cooks earn
much, like nannies and domestic servants, besides which receive their support.
You'll still living here, of course. Handy three-quarters of an hour to eat.
Patience allowed some pleasant thoughts crossed her mind. Have money to
Mrs. Dodge, who worked in the house when she and her aunts lived there were a
couple of hours every day to prepare food. Have enough time to do the housework
before going to their work in the morning, and a long afternoon for washing and
ironing.
Subsequently Mr. Bennet said:
- He has asked us to send references. I'll write a letter and tell the Reverend
Cuthbertson you to write another. The secretary has told you to go talk to the
housekeeper on the doctor arrives. Any problems you have should treat her, for
there is no way to disturb Mr. van der Beek. The woman called Miss Murch. I
hired two ladies to perform daily tasks, and the old Ned Groom is happy gardening
- paused and cleared his throat -. You do not mind going back to your old house as
a staff member of the same - he asked gently.
- No way - said Patience.
It was a young man who never gave up. Leave your old home was a blow,
but never allowed his aunts saw how much it had affected her. They behaved
beautifully, in line with dignity to live in the small house they rented. All they
cared about was Patience, who was the mistress of the house and the little money
they had. Her aunts knew that she had little chance of marrying, because there
were few young singles in the district. In addition, his beloved Patience was not
pretty. It was nice, with a pleasant voice and an attractive, petite figure, perhaps a
little plump. Elderly moved from side to side their white heads sadly. She tended

to be too frank in speech, and men like that give them the right about everything,
but not have it, an attitude that Patience had never accepted. His future was a
constant concern for them. So was for Patience, though it never said it.
She was about to leave the house to meet with Miss Murch, when he saw his
reflection in the mirror wall of the bedroom of his Aunt Bessy.

His image

appeared adequate. Wearing his pleated missing, a white blouse and a fleece
jacket, clothes I had bought long ago. Never wore heavy makeup, because her skin
was creamy and smooth like a child. She checked her aunts slept peacefully and
left the house.
It took ten minutes to get to his old house, which was located half a mile
from the village. He crossed the fence and followed the curved road. She felt a
thrill to see again the house where he had lived for eleven years, since her parents
died in a car accident. Patience loved this place, with its wooden racks and
plastered walls.

The house was build in the late sixteenth century and had

undergone several transformations over time. The aunts were born there, because
it belonged to the Martin family for one hundred and fifty years.
Patience wondered if he would live in that house again. Mr. Bennett had
advised them that sold. Only after some discussion with him, agreed to rent it.
Patience sighed and walked to the side of the house which was the entrance. And
there was light in some windows and Bentley was parked outside the front door.
When he called, opened the door Mrs. Croft.
- Mrs. Perch and I are cleaning, Miss Patience. The Murch lady is waiting ...
It's an energetic person - added quietly.

Patience followed her into the kitchen, rather dark and dated. There was a
large porcelain sink, closet occupied most of one wall and several shelves. The
table in the center, had up to ten people.
The housekeeper's room was next to the kitchen. Mrs. Croft pushed the halfopen door and said:
- Here is Miss Martin. Comes to see you, Miss Murch - Mrs. Croft stepped
aside to allow Patience past her, she winked and left.
Certainly the face frown turned to her when she entered the room did not
help give hope to Patience. The Miss Murch was tall and angular face. He was
dressed severely in black, with her hair in a bun hairstyle. His nose was sharp and
thin, his black eyes, and his thin mouth.
- Good afternoon, Miss Murch - Patience said.
- You're the girl recommended by lawyers - looked at the cards that were on
the desk in front of her -. His references are good ... I see you have the same last
name as the owners of the house - he paused and looked at Patience.
- It is a common name in this region - answered.
- I think the secretary of the doctor and told him what his duties were. It is
understood that you will let me to receive instructions, some years working for Mr.
van der Beek ago and know exactly how your home is managed. Tolerates no
mistake. It will work you from the ten o'clock until four in the afternoon, except
Sunday, and have three quarters of an hour for their midday meal, you can have a
cup of coffee in the morning and one afternoon tea . You know what your salary
and will be paid weekly.
He paused, but prudently silent Patience and Miss Murch continued:

- You will answer the phone, prevent disruptions of any kind at the door, and
serve the local vendors. You may need to occasionally do some household work.
In the short time I have been here I have realized that there are very few modern
appliances at home; the bathrooms are outdated and ill-equipped kitchen.
- The appliances are old - Patience controlled the urge to speak rudely - but I
have been told that work well.
The Murch Miss issued a very decent grunt and said:
- I hope you're right. Well, I hope Monday morning. Use the back door, do
not bother Mr. van der Beek. Good morning, Miss Martin.
Back home, Patience gave her aunts a version of his interview that he knew
that pleased and went to the kitchen to make tea.
The aunts went to church in the morning. Patience not accompanied this
time because I had to get everything ready for Monday.
It was a stormy day. For when they returned aunts church had already
finished its work, the food was ready and he could do whatever he wanted the rest
of the time.
At two in the afternoon, he finished washing the dishes, prepared tea and
made sure that her aunts were comfortably installed. It was raining and the wind
was blowing hard. He decided to take a long walk from the village by the bridle
paths, rarely used these days. His raincoat, a relic of better days, even waterproof,
head scarf, a pair of woolen gloves and left the house stood. He walked with a
firm step in the wind, beyond his old house, until little more than quarter mile of
the trail plunged by another road to the nearest town, a few miles distant. But I did
not go that far, there was a short cut a mile later that would take another path that
would return to the village and home before dark and her aunts take tea. Walking

thinking about his job. At least the house would be well cared for, as Miss Murch
looked quite demanding. Then he thought of how it would be the doctor: husky,
probable m being bald, bespectacled, middle-aged and gravely. It was a shame not
to go see, because Miss Murch seemed adamant that ...
He checked his watch and decided to turn around. The road was deserted and
there was an air of desolation in the landscape. But Patience loved every branch
and every stone of the place. Also knew all the people living in Themelswick.
Before the death of his parents he lived with them in Sheringham, where his father
was a doctor, but during school holidays often stayed with aunts in Themelswick
and having no other relatives, she had given him a home when his parents died .
The two had been good and loving with her, and though money were not going
well, she was sent to a good boarding school. On leaving school he stayed with the
elderly and took care of the house with the help of the townspeople. And when
they were ruined, was Patience who took care of all the details.
Suddenly, a noise was heard and a small dog broke through the bushes. The
animal was very wet and it was not known race. It was a naughty puppy, who took
the lead happy around her, emitting mild barking. His name was Basil, at least I
put on the plate around his neck. A moment later a rather large man, dressed in
jacket and boots. Patience stood when the man came toward her.
- Good Morning. You have a very nice dog - he said.
He was a handsome man, Patience observed, but not smiling. Only answered
formally greeting and that was it. He passed her without giving a second look,
walking along the hedge with the dog at his heels.
Patience watched him go, then continued on his way.
He did not remember the unknown until hours after lay.

- If it were not so grim, it would be nice - he muttered before falling asleep.

The next morning, Patience was made strange to go out the back door of his
old house and filed with the housekeeper to wait to receive feedback on what to do.
She spent the first hour ordering his work, took his coffee with Miss Murch and
then made a list of local vendors. Then he was asked to ask the old Ned Groom,
why he had not brought home legumes.
- What woman so heavy - Ned said when Patience located it in the
greenhouse, tending his plants -. With these will suffice.
- Superb - Patience said, reassuringly -. Look Ned continues pruning and tell
me what I can take. When we left, sprouts grow well, so it should be enough,
unless someone has taken the ... you see that the place has been empty too long.
She left grumbling after catching some carrots, watercress and a couple of
cabbages, which led to the kitchen.
The day passed quickly. The time we had to eat was reduced and, as you
pay, I would ask Mrs. Dodge r working at an hour to prepare the midday meal his
aunts.

He hurried back and spent the afternoon following the Murch Miss

throughout the house, hear her say it was ill-equipped house. Patience did not
understand that it was necessary to use all electrical equipment he needed the Miss
Murch. Mr. van der Beek was going to spend good amount, but it was up to him.
The doctor I had not seen at all, for the study door always remained closed,
although he naturally could have come and gone several times without her to see.
To do its job, Patience had to go through the house and go to town on errands for
Miss Murch.

The girl was glad to return to his home at four. Before leaving, and order
Murch Miss Patience put on a tray some sandwiches, fruit cake and hot tea.
Perhaps for the doctor.
- The electrician will come in the morning; do not be late, Patience - told the
housekeeper.
By the middle of the week and it was organized. I had a lot of work, but left
nothing unattended. Mr. van der Beek out every morning with his dog and took a
walk to breakfast. We also went for a walk in the afternoon and, so far, not been
much interested in the house. The Murch Miss you preparing delicious meals,
tried everything was silent, and not interrupting at all; But one day, he longed to
see the house.
It was a cold morning and the doctor went to the kitchen to order a coffee.
He stopped in the lobby, looking around, he saw the winter jasmine was on a
ledge. The flower was a splash of color that made him wonder who had put it
there. The Murch Miss, despite being a wonderful housekeeper, wasted no time
arranging flowers.

A slight noise behind him made him turn;

then he saw

disappear the dining room door gray skirt, so quickly, he wondered if he had
imagined. He shrugged his broad shoulders, walked into the kitchen and drank
coffee while the Murch Miss cooked bread. Then he returned to the studio. I was
in the lobby when he collided head-on with Patience.

Chapter 2
Basil was the one who made the first move, ran forward and jumped on
Patience, recognizing it.

She leaned over to give him a pat, pleased to do

something, because the eye of Mr van der Beek puzzled.

- Ah, yes - his voice was cold - Basil remembers you - the tone of his voice
implied that he did not remember -. I gather you're the assistant whom Mr. Bennett
advised me to use.
She did not let his cold stare disconcerted.
- Yes, Mr van der Beek, I'm Patience Martin - he added, with a desire to be
cordial -. We met on Sunday afternoon.
- Yes - he turned away -. I do not want to distract you from your work.
Left the silver object had been cleaning the table and returned to the kitchen
to make a grocery list that Miss Murch wanted for the next day.
- Tell the butcher who want the best steak I have. If you have good sex, it's
better not to send anything.

Patience saw the butcher that afternoon and gave the message of the
housekeeper.
- The weather is getting worse - said the trader with his elbows on his desk -.
There will be storm, Miss Patience; it will snow and the wind will blow from the
east. There are many possibilities that remain isolated at home.
Mr. Crouch was famous p or its weather forecasts.

- I might as well stay isolated - said Patience -. For safety I speak with Mrs.
Dodge ... could take care of my aunts.
- Yes, do. You have enough supplies at home, right?
- Enough for a week, but no bread or milk and could have interruptions in the
supply of electricity.
- Well buy more supplies. Remember what happened to you four years ago
when you stay isolated for several days.
- There is only a mile to the village - Patience assured.
- An unbridgeable distance if a snowstorm.
Patience raised the issue of possible bad weather to Miss Murch tomorrow.
- I heard the weather report and have not said anything like that - replied the
housekeeper -. I want some carrots from the garden. Mr. van der Beek really
likes.
Patience was looking for Ned, who filled her basket of carrots, and pointed
out to him that bad weather was coming. He asked how it was supposed they
would get the vegetables if it snowed.
- The Miss Murch says they have not said anything about that in the weather
forecast.
With a grunt, Ned dismissed the opinion of the Miss Murch.
- What does she know - patted a string of splendid onions with loving hand -.
Remember what I say ...
Patience, who had more faith in the old Ned and Mr. Crouch that the weather
report, told Miss Murch:

- This house has already been cut by bad weather. The snow piles up much
here ... the region is quite flat.
- And what these snow plows - Murch asked the lady -. This place can be
very primitive, but presumably entitled to the same public services enjoyed by
most civilized regions.
Patience thought of Mr. van der Beek, ensconced in his study, writing.

Certainly the doctor was at his desk, but not write. To his chagrin, his brain
refused to focus on transcribing his notes. Instead, his thoughts were derived to his
assistant. That creature was like a little mouse, reflected, quickly and quietly. And
had a bad taste in clothes. He accepted that had very beautiful eyes. He thought of
his long and undulates d as tabs. It also had a nice voice ... He took his pen from
his mind the image of the girl.

The next morning, Patience was the kitchen garden and found Ned stacking
carrots and turnips.
- Go to snow - sentenced Ned.
He was right. Whether it was a layer of snow when he got up, and the sky
still dark, had an ugly yellow tinge. He was glad he had spoken to Mrs. Dodge
who lived nearby and could go see her aunts. He took a last look at the kitchen
cupboards, the previous day was filled with food, made sure that his aunts were
good, and went to work. The weather report had spoken of light snow in East

Anglia and time was right. The occasional snow fell like a blast followed by a
surge of easterly wind, cold enough to take your breath. It was nice going into the
house warm and smell the fragrance of bacon that still existed in the kitchen, after
Miss Murch had prepared breakfast Doctor.
- It is better that you go for the vegetables now - advised the Murch Miss
reluctant adding that the morning was not pleasant.
It snowed all day, but not alarmingly.

The clean house, arranged and

deliciously hot, was not affected by the cold outside. Patience finished work at
four, but before going home was the carnage of Mr. Crouch to buy more supplies,
if still snowing.
Venture out, Bentley passed by the doctor at the wheel ... so that was absent
all day ... He frowned, pen s walk in the care with which she and Croft and Perch
ladies had moved silently through the home to not bother. He stopped to look at
the car, while Mr. van der Beek watched, in turn, in the rearview mirror. She was
wearing old raincoat and a wool cap. Irritated, the man saw that the girl did not
really know how to dress.

The next morning, still snowing when he went to work. He had prepared a
beef stew with potatoes to eat aunts. Of course, Mrs. Dodge'd go home and almost
everyone in town knew where he was; anyway he felt uneasy, as the wind rose and
rose swirls in all directions.
The fact that the time seemed worse worry the occupants of the house.
Patience, who knew that the doctor had left early with Basil , thought he probably

had no idea how strongly the wind blew in Norfolk, at this time of year, and as for
the Miss Murch, she does not interested in the outside world.
As the morning progressed, the weather was getting worse. The Croft and
Perch ladies were earlier than usual, certainly considering that the school would
close because of bad weather and send children home. After looking through the
window, Patience decided not to eat at home, because it would be impossible to go
back in so little time.
By midafternoon, the sky was dark and the wind was blowing hard. Patience,
whom Miss Murch asked him to close the windows, saw only a curtain of
snowflakes on the outside, and when the lights began to fail and the wind became
more violent, went to put candles in strategic sites the house.
The Murch Miss Patience place to see an old chandelier in the hall table,
commented dryly that anyone would think she had done it all before. Patience did
not answer.
- You'll have to spend the night - Miss declared Murch -. You can tell the
phone to your home.
- We do not have phone but my aunts not care, knowing that I can not return
because of the snow.
- This place seems forgotten God! - Commented Miss Murch reluctantly -.
Since you are here you can help me prepare the meal Mr van Beek.
The kitchen was warm and smelled of spices.
-'ll Sleep in the room next to mine - said Miss Murch -. You can wear one of
my gowns and then do the bed. Have dinner after the doctor.

The dinner took Miss Murch, calling slightly in the studio door to let him
know that everything was served. When he left, Patience could see inside the
studio and felt like picking up the papers were scattered everywhere. He wondered
how anyone could find something in such a mess.
The Murch lady and she dined later. Patience politely listened to the stories of
the housekeeper of the conveniences and comforts of the house of Mr. van der
Beek in London.
- Also has a house in Holland - he informed Patience -. The doctor will visit
there occasionally. He is, as undoubtedly know, very appreciated in the medical
profession.
After washing dishes, Patience retired to his bedroom. She showered with hot
water in the outdated bathroom and got into bed. He put the alarm clock at seven
o'clock and went to sleep.
He awoke in the middle of the night. I immediately knew what he had
interrupted her sleep. One of the shutters sink that was hardly used had come loose
and banged against the wall. After hearing it a few minutes, he decided to go with
the intention of closing. He lit his candle and slid down the hall, stopping in front
of the door of Miss Murch. Judging by snoring coming from her room, the noise
had not bothered to housekeeper. Patience noted with concern that the chamber
doctor was on the other side of the house, though he was not on the kitchen wing.
The girl fell silently barefoot, crossed the lobby and went to the kitchen.
Although the violence of the wind did not bother Mr. van der Beek, yes I
woke up the rhythmic pounding of the shutter. The doctor put on his robe and
slippers and headed for the stairs. On arriving there, the man watched her disappear
lobby weak glow of the candle Patience. He followed her quietly watched the girl

who was wrapped in one of the nightgowns Miss Murch. She crossed the kitchen
and opened the door to several rooms located beyond the stay ... he remained
standing in the kitchen doorway, watching her. The nightgown covered with
Patienc Miss Murch and from chin to heel. The girl had gone up the sleeves to
allow emerged his hands, and hair hung halfway back.
Van der Beek coughed politely and reassured Basil , who had risen to greet
him, happy to have company.
Patience was about to drop the candle. He turned slowly and said seriously:
- I've been ready to scream, Mr. van der Beek.
- Oh, no. You are not women screaming - he said -. If it were, I'd be up with
your head under the covers. Is there a wicket lost somewhere?
- Yes, in the pantry or in the sink.
She stepped forward to see where the noise came from. Patience was too
worried about the sound, to think about the strange way he looked. Upon arrival he
saw a shutter had been lost in the sink. The doctor said and looked around.
- What place so gloomy! - Commented. And without looking he added -: I'm
cold. Take something warm before returning to our rooms.
- I do not know ... - Patience said - I'm not sure ... I mean I do not wear gown
- the girl blushed a little, but he looked at her seriously.
- My young estimated, no robe could cover you better than the garment you
are wearing. It is a nightgown Murch Miss, I guess. Do you want tea? - He asked,
as he filled a pot of water. Again Patience rolled up his sleeves and went for cups,
plates, spoons, tea and a tray. Van der Beek, he said nonchalantly -: Are you
familiar with the house, right? Perhaps have you lived here? Is your house?

- How did you hear? - Paused and stopped before reaching the table -. Mr.
Bennett thought you might need someone to help him, and as I know where
everything is and know suppliers ...
- No need to apologize. I know you're worth your weight in gold. Should I
call you Miss Martin?
- Oh, no. It is not necessary. My name is Patience.
- And the two ladies who come every day to work, you know who you are?
- Yes. They worked with us when my aunts lived here. In recent months we
managed fine without the help of anyone.
He poured the tea.
- Come and have your tea. Is it likely who are left isolated?
- Yes. The snow plows have to clear the main road before coming here, so
take one or two days to come.
- Can we go to town? - He asked quietly.
- No, until the wind and can yield digging our way.
- So we can be cut off for several days?
- That seems - he added reassuringly -. But this will come in handy. You want
tranquility, right? One is likely to visit us and the phone will not work. Always the
case, and naturally, the postman can not get here.
- An interesting perspective. I hope there is enough coal and firewood to not
we suffer cold.
She nodded and added to its practicality:

- Yes. I told Ned to bring firewood and there is enough coal. And if we run
out, we can live in the kitchen.
Van der Beek sighed. He would prefer not having to live in the kitchen, it
could not write. He drank the rest of his tea and watched stifle a yawn.
- Go back to bed, Patience. I'll put out the candles.
She wished him goodnight and collecting excess folds of her gown, she
returned to her bedroom. There was cold compared to the warmth of the kitchen,
but was too tired to notice that. He fell asleep in minutes.

It was still dark when Patience rose. He dressed, took a bow and went
downstairs. The kitchen could be old, but still worked; I put coal fueled the fire and
put to boil water in a pot.
The lady and Dr. Murch would like tea. He saw Basil , but at the time, heard
barking. Perhaps he had been left out. He crossed the room the sink and the stove
and opened the old door to the garden. That place was somewhat sheltered from
the wind, and snow had not accumulated much. He peered cautiously and saw van
der Beek sweeping the snow, making a step towards the hut of wood. He seemed to
enjoy his work, throwing big snow shoveling aside. The man had splendid
shoulders, thought Patience, watching him. She wore a large, baggy sweater with
pants tucked into boots. It was not like the austere man wearing several elude her
days.
Basil saw her and came to her frolicking. Although van der Beek did not turn,
said loudly over his shoulder:

- I would have a cup of tea ...

- The will you come to the kitchen now - Patience said sourly -, shake your
boots and leave them at the entrance matting.
He did not wait for an answer, but went to the kitchen to make tea to put it on
a tray and take it to the studio.
Basil went in love with the climate, accompanied by his master.
-'ll Take the tray to the study - said Patience.
- No. It's very cold there. I'll take the tea here. Where is the Murch miss?
- I hope you get off early to prepare your breakfast, Mr. Van Beek of - she
chose the teapot and he put three cups on the table.
- Add two tablespoons of sugar. Is there towel to dry Basil ?
- Behind the door. I'll go clean for us.
The Murch Miss, entering the kitchen, paused at the door and greeted:
- Good morning, Mr. van der Beek - his tone was graceful, but he seemed not
to notice.
- I'm going to shave - reported pleased - and have breakfast here because this
place is hot ... in twenty minutes? - Smiled cheerfully, whistled to Basil and left the
kitchen.
- Do you think switch the firelight studio wants? - Asked Patience.
- Okay. It is better to have breakfast after Mr. van der Beek does. You can
light a fire in the studio, so it heated up - the tone of his voice was almost
apologetic.

Patience was wearing apron Mrs. Perch when he went to work. He took a
bucket, shovel, paper and wood. Then he turned to the study. When the curtains
realized that snow had piled up against the windows, so he had to stand on tiptoe to
look out.
I was watching the fire she had just lit when the doctor came.
He replied with the voice that could be used with a child who needed explain
something.
- Just light the fire.
- So I see. In the future, until the crisis passes, I'll light the fires, I'll go for
firewood and charcoal.
Patience looked at him with interest.
- Do you know it? - Asked and before the icy look she gave him, he said -:
Oh, you do not take it well. Not to be rude, but I guess in your house you do not
have to lift a finger.
- Do you think I'm a lazy man?
- Well, I never thought of that, but I have eyes, you drive a fancy car and Miss
Murch said to be an eminent physician. Arguably you wear a nice life with many
friends, parties, and so on.
Van der Beek, who was absolutely dedicated to his work and his patients, and
was generous with his time and his money, nodded humbly.
- You are very good offering - Patience said, standing up - but if you are not
accustomed to doing, a fire can be very tiring.
- What do you know? - His voice was friendly -. What else can you do,
Patience?

- Me? - He thought for a moment -. Well, not much: I know cooking and
mending, sewing, weaving and so on.
- Do not you want to do something else?
- I am simple and not very smart ... Aunt Bessy says I'm the easiest girl he
met, but if intelligent, charming and pretty, I'd spend a week in London going to
theaters and restaurants where they put candles on the tables and the menu is in
French ... His breakfast and be prepared, Mr van der Beek - her voice was suddenly
dry -. Now there's a fire, I can bring a tray here ...
- Like I said I'm going to breakfast in the kitchen - he reminded her. His voice
was no longer friendly.
The doctor insisted that Miss Patience Murch and have breakfast with him,
but their attitude stopped being friendly and ng conversation revolved around the
possibility that continue snowed and how to resolve the situation.
- Close the quarter we do not need - Murch said Miss -. The kitchen is the
warmest place in the house. We can eat here ... the study and the waiting will be
well with the fire of the chimneys. Are there enough lamps and candles? - The
Murch looked Miss Patience.
- There are enough candles, but not much oil - reported Patience -. We can
keep the lamps in the studio and out the candles with us when we go from one
room to another, thus they last longer.
- And the food?
The seo ra Murch replied with dignity:
We have enough.

- There is abundant vegetables in the greenhouse - added Patience -. If Mr.

van der Beek opens a way, I can go and collect all that we need before everything
freezes.
- The doctor has better ways to spend your time - the Murch said sourly miss.
Van de Beek picked up another slice of toast and buttered.
- That's right - agreed -. But is it conceivable that step Patience is open
digging through the snow? She is a fragile girl.
- I'm very strong - noted Patience firmly.
- The exercise will do me good - van der Beek said in a tone that brooked no
argument.
Patience would not stop worrying about her aunts. Although it was easy to
keep warm little house and Mrs. Dodge had promised to be aware of them, the
news they heard on the radio gave little hope that the weather improved in the
coming days.
- As soon as possible, I'll go into town to see if my aunts are right, Miss
Murch - Patience said.
- Passage can visit the butcher - said the housekeeper.
No point in saying that Mr. Crouch received his meat mainly from local
markets and farms, and that transport would be difficult for several days.
The Murch Miss, despite his bad mood, prepared a delicious soup and a
delicious stew. Van der Beek ate quickly and then retired to his study without first
asking:
- I want a cup of tea at four in the afternoon and do not want to be disturbed
until dinner, which will be at half past seven, yes, Miss Murch is possible.

He walked away without waiting for an answer.

Miss Murch also retired to his bedroom letting Patience deal with washing
dishes. Then he turned to snow.
The Murch Miss seemed unwell when tea was taken, but still went to the
kitchen to make sandwiches that accompany tea doctor.
- Do not enter before it is directed to do so - warned Patience - and not stop to
talk. Just leave the tray and return soon.
Patience knocked gently. A voice replied impatiently, ordering in. When she
did, he said:
- You look like a mouse, but no need to behave like one of them ... do not
bite.
- I hope not - replied Patience -. To me told me to be quiet and keep out until
show me do it - he said kindly -. I see that you work on your book ... is about
surgery?
- Yes. It's a textbook.
- As the cookbook of Mrs. Beeton, which has many instructions on the best
way to prepare food.
- If it's a compliment, Patience, thank you. I can not compete with Mrs.
Beeton in their specialty, but I admit that I am well known in mine.

As Miss Murch had made him a headache, Patience did what he could to help
her, without usurping the authority of the housekeeper. Thus, when the food, it was
tasty food on the month.

Van der Beek was in the room by the fireplace, with Basil at his feet. Had
bothered to wear a tie and a fleece jacket. Patience, it was a call to go to the
kitchen, had put a thick cloth skirt colors and a thick sweater over a shirt.
The Murch Miss showcased with food: had cauliflower, roasted potatoes and
egg custard with assorted cheeses to complement the succulent food. Dr.
established a polite conversation and said no lack of appetite Miss Murch. Only at
the end of the meal, he asked casually:
- Does your head hurt, Miss Murch?
- A little, sir.
- Would I can suggest to lie? Take a bottle of hot water and also hot. I will
give some paracetamol. If you do not feel better tomorrow, stay in bed. There's
nothing like spending a day in bed to fight a cold.
He smiled warmly and wished him good night, before turning to Patience:
- Want to help Miss Murch to bed? - Then he looked at the table -. This stuff
can wait.
Then Mr. van der Beek added:
- I'll see her in the morning. I regret that you do not feel well, sleep all night
probably help.
When Patience returned to the kitchen, he found the dishes washed and the
room r ecogida. She remained standing, a little bewildered, when the doctor stuck
his head out the door.
- Go to bed. Patience. Good night.

Chapter 3
At one o'clock, the Murch woke Miss Patience patted his shoulder. It was next
to the bed and carried a lighted candle in her hand. His appearance startled the girl.
- I'm cold - muttered the Miss Murch -. Bring me a hot drink and refill my
bottle. This home I will kill.
Patience stood and walked around amicably with his arm around the
housekeeper. The woman was burning.
- It Go back to bed - asked -. I'll get you a drink and a hot water bottle. I will
also give another quilt ...
He was heading to the kitchen when van der Beek appeared.
- What now? - Said with resignation -. Perhaps it is the Murch miss?
- Says he's cold, but very hot. I'll take tea with honey and a hot water bottle.
- Going barefoot.
- Here I have no shoes - said, without waiting for an answer continued on his
way to the kitchen.
When he returned to the room of Miss Murch, the doctor was sitting beside
the bed, watching the thermometer in his hand.
- Well, Miss Murch, you have flu. You stay in bed for a few days until you
feel better. We will take care. I'll give you some pills, but first I'll put antibiotic
injection ... increase the effect of tablets - then looked at Patience -. Bring extra
pillows and a blanket.
After attending the Miss Murch, van der Beek told Patience:

- Put on your slippers and robe of Miss Murch or else you'll fall ill. Go to
brew a cup of tea. I'll be down in a few minutes. We need to talk.
Patience put water on the fire while talking to Basil , who was lying
comfortably in front of the stove. When he heard the footsteps of van der Beek on
stairs, prepared the tea.
It was then that he realized that he still had not been lying because he was
comple t ely dress, which perhaps explained his apa r being tired. He asked
Patience to sit opposite him.
- The Murch Miss du r can not stand up to a few days - he said -. Can you
take care of everything? I'll take care of the fire, live and eat here in the kitchen,
and the two take care of Miss Murch. Check the cupboards to see how we walk
food ... you have to cook.
Patience nodded and sipped his tea, longing for his bed. Van der Beek thought
the girl was not appealing. The head protruded through the neck of the gown of
Miss Murch and his hands were wrapped in loose sleeves of the garment. Her hair
was a bird's nest framing her tired face.
- Go to bed - he told her, taking the bottle that had led Patience, filling it with
hot water -. I'll see to Miss Murch, although it should be asleep. Is there a bell in
this house?
- In the dining room. I'll get it.
- No, go to bed. I'll take. Good night, Patience.
The doctor got up to open the door and when she passed him, the man said
jokingly:
- We must not let this become a habit, right?

She mumbled an answer and went to his bedroom. Patience could see that
Miss Murch slept ... he left his door open and crawled into bed, hugging hot water
bottle. Then he fell asleep right away. In the dim candlelight Patience had left on in
her nightstand, van der Beek, who was passing through to see the Miss Murch,
watched her sleeping face, wondering why he had to seem interesting. He
shrugged, went to see his housekeeper, and finally entered her bedroom.

In the morning it was still snowing. Patience was all the clothes I had and
made sure that the bell was within reach of Miss Murch. Then he went downstairs.
Although it was still early, van der Beek was already there. They took a cup of tea
before he went to light the fire in the study, while she prepared breakfast. There
was still plenty of food in the house, but there was almost no milk and decided to
book the Murch had to miss. Fried bacon and slices of bread. There were few eggs,
but it was butter, jam and coffee in abundance. She was ready when the doctor
returned, he washed his hands in the sink and sat at the table.
- I have to clear the trails again, but first see the Murch Miss - he looked at his
black coffee -. Is there milk? - He asked.
- Enough for Miss Murch. Also get some eggs. I'll give a tortilla to eat.
- All Right. And for us?
- I'll make a soup. I also need to do a bit of bread and ...
- Can you make bread?
- Well, yes. It is very easy. I thought we could use chicken is in the freezer to
prepare a stew and serve a little to the Murch miss.

- With that we will have enough for today - he smiled at Patience.

She looked tired. Also wore slicked back hair, which gave a homey look. He
frowned. Homely was not the right word, with eyes like hers, it never would be.
Well dressed and with another hairstyle could be quite attractive ... He finished his
breakfast and stood up.
- I will go up and then I'll take care of the trails. Do we need more coal and
firewood?
- It is a little, but I do not reach us until tonight.
Once Patience attended Miss Murch, returned to the kitchen to wash the
dishes after breakfast to start making the beds. As I had enough flour and yeast in
the cupboard, prepared the dough, put the loaves in the oven and pot with water on
the fire. Then made some muffins. They were ready when van der Beek, socks,
went for coffee. When sitting at the table, elegant nose sniffed the delicious aroma.
- Something smells good. Are we what we eat?
Patience smiled and poured coffee.
- Son rolls. I will bring them from the oven if you want one.
She buttered half dozen rolls and placed on a plate between them.
- What time do you want the food? - Asked Patience.
- Is it okay for one? - He looked at his watch -. I will work a little. Let me
know if you need me for something.
Patience had much work the other morning, as Murch lady rang the bell
continuously and not only to request more hot water bottles and drink but to ask if
Patience had thought a proper meal for Mr. van der Beek, and if so, whether it was
able to prepare it to your satisfaction.

Patience produced some soothing sounds. "If you will not like the food, to
starve," he thought. The Murch Miss spoiled too, would not hurt to eat bread and
cheese.
That's what I had for lunch; but as the bread was freshly baked and had butter
and cheese, onion soup besides, had no cause for complaint. He ate most of a loaf
and declared that she was a treasure and I was happy to have discovered it.
At four in the afternoon we took tea and a plate of muffins. He did not look up
when the girl went into the studio and just said "thank you". Patience quietly
retired. The doctor was focused on issues of bones and internal organs. She
decided to go herself to by coal, instead of asking the doctor as he had thought. It
had stopped snowing, but had not yet begun to thaw.
After making dinner, Patience was to be fixed a little. On leaving his room he
met van der Beek, leaving the bedroom Miss Murch.
- It's getting better - he informed her -. Within a few days you can go down to
the kitchen - after looking closely, he added -: You look tired.
- I'm tired. I will serve dinner at half past seven.
- Magnificent. We drink first. Come to the kitchen ...
- There is still much to do - she said.
- Yes, we must bring coal and wood. I'll see to that.
- I've done it myself - spoke bitterly - so that the fire is not extinguished.
- Why do not you ask me to, what to do?
- I tried to, but when I brought the tea did not seem prudent to ask.
- Poor child! - He bent his head and kissed her gently on the cheek -. I have
been very careless.

The kiss was encouraging but Patience did not let him go to his head.

The Miss Murch needed the aseara, make him the bed again to fill their
bottles and comb. The housekeeper was not a happy patient, but Patience assumed
that if she felt as sick as women, would be just as listless and sad.
Then, Patience went downstairs with his hair slicked back and wanting to
have anything to put in place thereof the same skirt and sweater. His mood would
have worsened if he had known that van der Beek thought exactly the same.
When the stew is eaten, the doctor took out a notebook and pencil.
- Now tell me exactly what to do.
He studied her for a moment before saying:
- I'll let the housework. I fregare the dishes, I'll go by coal and firewood. And
when we can reach them by legumes. I'll see Miss Murch keep stocked with bottles
of hot water, I will lay the table for meals and babysit plowed from the stove and
the fire of my study.
- And your book?
- I wish I had the afternoon off and uninterrupted. I can also work after
dinner.
- Okay, Mr van der Beek - Patience said.
Actually, the kitchen was delightfully warm. Once they were scrubbed dishes,
Miss Murch list for the night, and the doctor in his study, Patience curled up in a
chair next to the kitchen and slept.

It was almost midnight when van der Beek left the pen, satisfied with what he
had written and willing to drink. The view of Patience asleep, her mouth slightly
open, did stop at the entrance to the kitchen. He placed his lamp on the table, and
in so doing, she awoke.
- I'm a fool - he said, putting his hand on her arm - and I understand you're
upset with me. Until our lives back to normal, you will use the study when you
have time to sit.
- Thanks, but it would be wrong - she said standing up - could disturb while
working.
He thought to himself that there was nothing to upset her and said gently:
- Go to bed, Patience. And give me your hot water bottle when you go. We'll
take when boiling the water in the pot.
She mumbled good night, barely awake, wondering what he would say to the
doctor elegant London friends if they knew what was happening. When he returned
to take a shower, the bottle was in bed and had a cup of tea in her nightstand.
The cold wave would last a few days, announced the radio. Most of East
Anglia lacked electricity and telephones.
Patience had candles. It would also have enough oil for the lamp doctor, if he
was not awake at all times. When he entered the kitchen she was perched on a
chair, with medium body in a closet, so that only their legs sticking out under her
skirt looked. He stood staring until Patience came back from the cupboard,
commenting to himself the contents of the cabinet.

- You will have to eat whatever he or go hungry.

- I'll eat it, do not worry - said van der Beek, and smiled.
- Makes much is there?
- I was admiring your legs. They are very nice, Patience.
She stepped down from the bench, removing hair from his forehead. The girl
had turned very red, but stared at him.
- Whenever you blush when you find a compliment? - Asked, quiet.
- I do not know - despite having the Meijl red, the tone of his voice er to
indifferent -. I have never done any. What weather forecast say?
- Decreases the food supply quickly? - He asked, after telling the weather
report -. I go to the shed to pick up some potatoes and onions. I'm sure you can
perform culinary miracles with those items.
The next two days not snow and almost no wind. It was predicted that there
would soon be melting. The Miss Murch had recovered enough to spend the day in
the kitchen, in robe and wrapped in a quilt. No thanked him for having care
Patience, nor praised his work, which seemed unfair to the girl.

The food was scarce and when the next day, van der Beek informed them that
there was a snow plow on the road. The rescue was in sight.
- When opening step you take you home - promised.
- The Murch Miss is still not enough bie n to take care of everything - said
Patience.

- I'll use the Land Rover to wear and bring to Mrs. Perch and Mrs. Croft for a
few days ... you take some two or three gave as rest. You deserve it ...
- May never arrive. Even in a Land Rover.
He did not bother to answer. Murch was the lady you spoke.
- You can go to the butcher and the store, Patience. I'll give you a list. You
have spent nearly all provisions.
- Well, we had to eat something - Patience replied quietly.
- Still get food for a day - said van der Beek -. Patience has done wonders. I
love her cooking.
- To me it has not gone so well - Miss Murch said with dignity -. It will be a
pleasure to drink milk in tea.
Patience exchanged glances with the doctor.
Twenty-four hours later, Patience sat by the doctor in the truck, holding his
breath as he pushed through the frozen snow opened, occasionally slipping. His
only consolation was Basil , who seemed happy to be with his master.
The main street was more or less clear. Van der Beek front of the house
Patience stopped and got out of the truck, ordering him to stay where he was. The
small garden was buried under a white coat, but had a narrow path made by a
variety of footprints. He knocked on the door and it opened. Aunt Polly, covered
by various woollens, peered out.
After greeting, announced:
- I bring Patience. I hope you have not worried too much about it. He was
unable to come to town.

- My dear young - cheerfully replied Aunt Polly - we are delighted to know

that you are safe and in good hands. Pass ... is it you? - He peered at the side of
stout surgeon.
- It's in the truck. I'll go get her.
Patience jumped out of the truck, but fell headlong to the ground. Van der
Beek's stood up and shook like an old coat.
- I told you to stay where you were - he reminded her gently -. Do you think
your aunts mind if I enter with Basil ?
- No, of course not.
He took her arm and followed by Basil entered the house. The three people
filled the small lobby. When they were joined Aunt Bessy, Patience took care of
everything, he asked the doctor to take off his jacket and place him in the room.
The firelight barely visible, but as the room was small, the place was pleasantly
warm. Basil walked cautiously toward the fire and sat before him.
- I present Mr. van der Beek - Patience said.
- Sit - asked Aunt Bessy -. What climate so terrible, right? Patience, my dear,
do you want tea? We have plenty of milk. Every morning is Dr. Slade Farm and
the village youth distributed milk.
Van der Beek rose from his seat when the young man stood up.
- Patience has worked hard in recent days. My housekeeper is ill with flu, so
we relied entirely on his niece. I'll bring the tray.
There was no gas or electricity, only a small butane stove.
- Milk in tea ... What a treat! - Muttered the surgeon, receiving her tray with
cups and teapot.

 l paused as he buttered rolls around.

- Take some of these muffins - said the girl.
- The Murch lady has asked me a lot of shopping, and I go visit the ladies
Perch Croft and to convince them to go to the house about an hour. You should
stay home two days, Patience. I'll come get you. Do not try to walk although there
have been melting by then.
The two returned to the room where old ladies commented on the day's
events.
- Can not you married, Mr van der Beek? - Asked Aunt Bessy.
- No, Miss Martin.
- You are a surgeon, right? Should have a wife. That would give stability to
your lifestyle. Personally, I never visit a doctor who was not a family man.
l was puzzled, but then he understood that a married man instills a sense of
confidence.
- So young, you should look for a wife - recommended Aunt Polly -. Is it all
right at home? When winter ends, the garden will give great pleasure ... in the
summer roses are beautiful.
- By then I will have it gone - answered. Then he said goodbye and left.
Aunts settled again before the fire.
- We're so pleased to have you back in the house, dear - told Patience -. Do
you like working there? Is it well maintained home? The housekeeper will have a
lot of work until Perch Croft and ladies can go there.
Patience assured them that had almost nothing to do, the house was splendid
and the housekeeper was very efficient woman.

- I'll make dinner - suggested and wondered who would eat that night the
doctor.
When he went to bed he realized that he had missed a lot during the day. Not
because he had been particularly friendly, but surprisingly helpful and sometimes
very friendly. Patience thought that once the weather returned to normal, he would
return to his distant way of being, it would lock in the study and not deal with
anyone.

When van der Beek came back, put down the bags of provisions that had
taken and reflected on how much they had enjoyed in recent days. At night, after
working with her book, she realized how much she missed Patience.
The sun shone the next day and started melting, causing breakage of pipes and
water tanks. Every morning, Mrs. Croft was carrying milk, eggs and bread when
van der Beek going for it. But Miss Murch thought that was not enough for his
employer.
- Is there no possibility of returning to London before the end of the winter? She asked, feeling discouraged at the thought of the coming months.
- No - he answered cheerfully -. This is an ideal site for my work; when we
have a few days off because I'm going to Holland. I have scheduled several
lectures. I must also address some issues in my house there. I will be absent several
weeks.
The Miss Murch had to be content with that.

Patience was waiting when the doctor went to look. He was relaxed and
optimistic after two days of vacation. In addition, he had decided that when the
weather improved, I would ask a day off to go Murch Miss Norwich to buy
cosmetics, a new skirt and a pair of woolen sweaters. Now they had put their best
skirt dark gray woolen cloth, a white blouse and waistcoat her aunts gave him for
Christmas. Van der Beek saw nothing of it when she came because she was already
wearing raincoat. Although already started melting even very cold.
He said goodbye to his aunts, reminding them back at night. Van der Beek,
meanwhile, after greeting the elderly, approached his vehicle and returned home.
He placed his passengers in the back door and then went to the garage with Basil at
his side.
When he returned home, Mrs. Croft was in the room and Patience, at the
request of Miss Murch, arguing with the seller of coal. He stopped in the lobby to
hear the soft voice of the girl. The doctor had time to observe the gray outfit
Young, finding daunting. When he hung up, Patience turned and saw that he
watched. He said nothing, just simply return to the kitchen where Miss Murch gave
him a list of things I had to do.
Patience put the washing machine and set the kitchen table for Murch Miss,
Mrs. Croft and herself. He then arranged a baking van der Beek and went to make
the bed. The next day, would iron the laundry.

The surgeon left Patience and Mrs Croft in their respective homes at four in
the afternoon.

- How nice it !, right? - Said Mrs. Croft -. It saves a good ride, but for him it's
a waste of time.
- Yes. It should bother him much waste time taking us back and forth when I
should be writing. After all, that came here.
When normalized activities with improved climate, Patience also returned to
his routine, which meant that almost never saw van der Beek. The house again
silent. For no reason he had to interrupt the doctor said Miss Murch, and forbade
him to pass the phone calls, the lower it was something urgent.
On one occasion, a female voice insisted on being informed him, claiming
that it was a very urgent matter. The doctor left the study and angrily reproached
Patience.
- Did not I tell - he asked coldly - only I were supposed to spend the urgent
calls?
- Sure. But this lady has said it's urgent. It could have been his wife, daughter,
mother or his ... his girlfriend.
The doctor looked at Patience.
- You must not let your imagination, Miss Martin. I have no wife or
daughters, and my family lives in Holland.
- I did not know - she replied, smiling -. Do not worry. Not happen again then let his thoughts escaped his tongue -. Do not you have a girlfriend?
l stared at him a long time. Then he said:
- You are a very impertinent young - forcibly laughed, turned around and
returned to the studio.

Patience is not seen again the day. When he returned home, he did so with the
conviction that the next day he would say no longer required their services.

CHAPTER 4
P or morning, Murch Miss Patience received the news that Mr. van der Beek
had gone to London. She is responsible for reviewing their mail every day and if
there was something important had to phone a number that had left on the desk.
When Patience selected correspondence, I saw that some letters were
addressed to Julius ... a nice name, she thought. They were written in another
language, which meant it was Dutch. At that time, Murch Miss stuck his head out
the door to ask if she was going to happen there all day.
- I want the studio is clean and tidy before you return to your home - insisted.
The study was quite nice when finished Patience fix. Then he went to the
garden to pick some flowers, which had straightened upon termination of snow and
put them in a vase by the window. It also reviewed the documents placed on the
desk, feeling sorry for whoever had to decipher the terrible script doctor. Anyway,
although she could have read it, I was sure I would not have understood anything.
Patience sat on the desk and thought about the doctor. It was assumed that he had a
house in London, but what about your family and your true friends?
The faint sound that made the door opening the back to reality and seeing him
standing there, stood.
- What are you doing here? - Asked him with his sultry voice -. Do not tell me
cleaning the study, because it is not true ... you're sitting at my desk and probably
sticking your nose in my papers, wasting time you should be using to work for me.
The doctor slowly entered the study, which somehow made it seem more
threatening; But Patience, to his surprise, confronted him quite calmly.

- Clean your studio without touching anything. Then I sat a moment to catch
his breath, that's it - as it was an honest girl, he said -: I have placed some of his
papal, but without looking at them. Anyway, do not have understood anything.
- Where is the Murch miss?
- In the village ... He called a taxi to come and get her.
- A taxi to the people?
- Has not yet melted snow.
- And the Perch and Croft ladies?
- They went with it ... a little early, but they had finished their work. I must
stay until you return the Miss Murch.
- And when will that be?
- Well, did not say exactly, but it was around half past three.
- They are more than four thirty. Have you already had tea?
- I'll take my aunts, when you return home. Would I make you a little?
- Please. And then you can go home. I'll be here when you return the Miss
Murch.
She finished preparing tea and took him on a platter to the study, which was
empty. Then he lit the fire in the fireplace and out the side door. When he got to
the corner of the house, the Bentley stopped in front of her.
- Login - said van der Beek, inviting her to board the vehicle.
- Your tea - reminded.
- If you get in the car I'll be back in five minutes.
When they arrived outside his house, Patience asked:

- Is he could explain to Miss Murch, please? She expected me to stay. And

thanks for the ride.
He said good night and left. Her aunts, who watched from the window of the
room, reproached him kindly invited would not happen.
Thus passed two weeks and ended the month of January. Although the snow
had stopped, there was still a lot of wind and rain.
On one occasion, he walked out the studio door when she crossed the lobby.
- Patience, come and help me pick this up - w hen she entered the study, he
explained -: I opened the window and a gust of wind blew the papers to the ground
...
- Well, it's not so bad - Patience replied soothingly. I knelt down and began
putting the sheets one on another in heaps -. This way you can sort your pages. Are
Numbered?
- Of course it does. We will take all day ...
- Just a couple of hours. Machine should spend all this.
- And bring here another person? I want peace and quiet.
- And have it, Mr. van der Beek. We move very cautiously through the house
not to disturb him.
- So I need a typist? - He said from his desk -. Who do you propose? To you,
maybe?
- I already work here as an assistant, right? - She replied, ignoring the
sarcastic tone of it.
- You know typing?

- Yes - she assured him without looking up from the papers.

- I guess you also know shorthand.
- Well, yes, but I need a little practice. I did a workshop when I finished
school. Then we had a housekeeper.
- I'll get a typewriter so you try to decipher my handwriting and transform
them into something my editor can understand.
- I'm not sure I could read his manuscripts ...
- Try it. It would be nice if you did; you would become my personal assistant.
- Thanks, but who will do my housework?
- Seek extra help in the village - he replied indifferently -. You'll still
answering the phone, dealing with vendors and doing other things. Of course, you
will be paid a proper wage. How about ... - he mentioned a sum that made him
open their beautiful eyes.
- Heaven is a lot!
- Is the salary of the typists and clerks. If you want, you can call any agency
to verify.
- No, of course not ... I mean, I'm sure you know very well what you do, Mr.
van der Beek.
Patience handed the last pages and stood up.
- I would do the test, but if I am not fit enough, I will know, right?
Van der Beek, who had never accepted mediocrity at home or at work,
assured him he would.

Then they spent two days before she saw him again. One morning, he called
his study. He said good morning and asked him to choose the typewriter most
liked.
There were three machines spare table, one, electronics. The carefully
reviewed and selected a manual.
- I'm not used to electrical machines - he explained -. I think there are quick
and easy, but lose much time getting used - said the machine of your choice -. He
would rather that, please - added -. I would like to work in the room, if that's okay.
The phone and the door are close by if someone comes and Murch lady wants to
answer.
- As you wish - - he shrugged added. Take this first chapter and see how you
do.
Several times in the next few hours was about to give up, in despair. The
cause was not only his writing. A Patience disconcerted the words he had never
heard before. Furthermore, the content of the first pages no sense to her. That
afternoon presented to him the result of his work, preparing to receive their cold
criticism. The doctor read the leaves without comment. When he finished, he said
in a gentle voice:
- Okay. Tomorrow, first you do your job and then will follow with typing. Do
you have what you need?
- I needed, thank you.
- All Right. Good morning, Patience.
She slid out of the studio quietly. He did not hear her go, but knew he was not
there. That sounded ominous.

It was just a quiet country girl, with occasional sharp tongue and also had an
abominable taste in clothes. There was no reason to waste time thinking about it.
The doctor returned to his writing and forgot to Patience.

Patience worked hard over the following weeks, correcting the inevitable
errors, answering the phone and acting as intermediary between Miss Murch and
local vendors, as the housekeeper did not know to deal with. One afternoon, before
leaving home, the girl asked if they could give him a day.
- For what? - Asked van der Beek.
A variety of responses were on the tip of his tongue.
- Is that I have not had a day yet - he said - and I want to go to Norwich before he returned to ask why, he said: - shopping.
Then he looked up to see the figure of his assistant, who was dressed in a skirt
woolen cloth, blouse and vest.
- In that case, you can go. Do you have enough money?
She did not answer the question, just simply said:
- When?
- When you re-typing this chapter I am editing. Most medical terms are
wrong.
- If you write more clearly, would do better - I noted it. Then he added -: If
you make your surgical as bad as write operations, I feel sorry for his patients.
He looked annoyed. And furious, said:

- Have too long tongue, as I have seen. I pity the poor man to marry you handed pages had corrected -. Now go and repeat all this.

Several days later he went to Norwich, which is not approved Miss Murch,
leaving his aunts care of Mrs. Dodge. Winter was almost over and the clothing
stores exhibited outfits for spring. He visited several shops and finally went to the
house and Marks and Spencer department stores in High Street.
Patience did not have much money to spend, so it looked simple clothes. He
acquired a pleated skirt fuchsia and blue and a blue jacket. Then he found a fuchsia
blouse that looked like silk, but it was not. A cotton blouse and cream wool dress
was also purchased. As there was a lot of money, bought some blue shoes with low
heels. Were cheap and will not last long, but matched everything I had purchased.
Then took a coffee with a sandwich and bought two beautiful silk scarves for her
aunts. Then he boarded the bus to go home.
As it rained for two days, Patience had no chance to put his new clothes. But
on the third morning, the sun shone and was able to use his newly acquired attire.
Upon arrival, he sat down to write. The Murch greeted Miss grumbling. Just
missing that van der Beek realized wearing new clothes.
By midmorning, he asked Patience to enter. She took what was typed and
went caring, wishing him good morning. He looked briefly and without interest.
- I have to go to London - he reported -. It is nothing related to the book. I'll
be gone a few days, do not know how, but you'll have enough work to keep active.

When Patience was again in front of the typewriter, had a hard time
convinced he did not care in the least that the doctor had not noticed wearing new
clothes. They said he did not care, but I knew I was fooling herself.
The girl was already covering the typewriter to go home, when he came out of
the study.
- If you have time you can start typing the reference pages - already at the
door, he turned and said -: I like your new clothes, Patience. Did you think you had
not noticed? - Smiled kindly.
- Well, yes, but that I would not have minded. That is, I bought it because it is
beautiful and I wanted to be good.
- You are very well - he assured her seriously and turned to leave.

The next morning, as he was not in the studio, he devoted himself to arrange
the desktop. Then he found an envelope addressed to her sandwiched between
some papers. It contained his salary, which meant not return before the end of the
week. Patience continued poking around and found a package checks with a note
attached. He must pay the butcher, the store, the seller of coal and the plumber who
had repaired the damage caused by snow. When he returned to his typewriter, he
said he hoped he was not absent too long. The house seemed strangely empty when
he was not there.
He returned a week later, Patience enough to realize how much I missed him
... while he and his cold eyes, mild indifference and his sudden kindness.

Van der Beek, meanwhile, kept thinking Patience, even half an hour before a
major open heart surgery, which bothered him enough. But Patience was full of
surprises, he thought. Nobody saw her for the first time, believe that a sense of
humor; also could cook though there was nothing to do. Even he was brave, so
much value is needed to keep happy with their scarce resources to two old ladies
used to live comfortably. She deserved better things of life. For example, the right
clothes. Van der Beek not know much about women's clothes, but had distinct
ideas about what would suit Patience ... to start, discard all wearing gray or brown
of his meager wardrobe ...
The operation lasted quite a while, but he did not leave the hospital until he
knew that his patient was in intensive care, and recovery was satisfactory. It was
dark when he left the hospital and came home in a neighborhood consisting of old
houses, beautifully preserved, which were toward the river in Chiswick. Upon
entering, he received a middle-aged man, bald and cheerful countenance.
He wished her goodnight van de Beek with reserved cordiality of an old
servant.
- There's good fire in the room - said -. Dinner will be ready in half an hour, if
you please, sir.
- Thanks, Dobbs - Dr. collected correspondence of a side table and walked
into the room, followed by Basil .
The other man withdrew discreetly to see the maid who had taken over the
work of the Murch lady while she was away, leaving van der Beek to sit in his big
chair by the fire and opening his letters. It was a nice room, furnished with a good
mix of comfortable armchairs, sofas and several walnut furniture and yew, the

mid-eighteenth century. It was a magnificent clock brackets walnut and golden

brass. On each side of it, a library and a desk, superb examples of Dutch marquetry
was. The walls were paneled and an indoor tas decked co n excellent pictures. The
curtains were brocade bronze, like carpets the ground. Van der Beek glanced
around the room before opening the first letter. Then crossed his mind the idea that
you would like to see what reaction Patience occur in that room.
I was thinking that his thoughts were directed to the girl too, when the phone
rang. The call was to tell the patient who had operated hours before had worsened,
so he decided to go to the hospital.
When he was leaving, he said:
- Dobbs, please call by phone to Miss Murch. Tell him I'll go to Norfolk
within two days.

That night, Patience had accounts on the back of an envelope. She felt that
because they had increased their income could buy new hats to his aunts. Although
rarely went out, there were plenty to church on Sundays and always went with his
head covered. It would be difficult to carry Norwich, but had no hat shops close
by. So we have to wait out a few weeks before asking another day. Then he
wondered if now working most of the time for Mr. van der Beek, could suggest to
give him a day off during the week.
Patience thought about what he would be doing the doctor, imagining smartly
dressed and accompanying a beautiful woman at one of London nightclubs. It did
not occur to him that he was not a person who liked that sort of places to visit. Had
only a vague idea of the work of the doctor, but imagine him coming out of the

operating room with a pleased look. But the reality was that most of the time
seemed distant and annoying.
She pushed aside the envelope and curled up on his bed. Nevertheless, Dr.
liked him.

Van der Beek, at the end of a busy day, decided to return to Themelswick
earlier than planned. When Dobbs asked if he should inform the Miss Murch told
to do nothing.
- Because I probably will stop in Norwich ... I have some friends there that I
will overnight accommodations. I promised to visit the hospital in that city ... the
surgeon is my friend.
When he was near Norwick he changed his mind and went home. He
considered that Patience would be gone, but could review what she had typed
before typing.
Slowly climbed the short path, surprising that only one window was
illuminated. It was the dining room. He drove the car to the garage and entered the
house by the garden gate, which was not locked. There was no one in the kitchen,
he went into the hall and stopped at the sound of the typewriter. It was just after six
o'clock in the afternoon and there was no reason for Patience was there. He crossed
the hall and opened the dining room door.
Patience looked up, gave a little moan and pale with fear. But indignation
prevailed.
- How dare you scare me like that? - She exclaimed shrilly.

- I'm sorry I scared you. Where is the Murch miss?

- He has gone to town - he looked at his watch -. I do not believe that
afternoon.
- Are you alone in the house?
- Yup.
- Did you know that the gate was not locked?
- Yes, Miss Murch said he would come around. But the front door is locked.
- Are not you nervous?
- ... I have not really lived here for many years.
- That's right, I forgot, but in the future be sure to lock the doors if you get one
- then, he noted that the chimney fire had been extinguished -. Are not you cold?
- Well, a little, so wear these gloves - showed his small hands. Grinning, he
said: - Very hot.
There was a lamp on the table. He could see that she was wearing pleated
skirt blue and fuchsia blouse. The hair had come loose a little and now that the
color had returned to his face was very nice. He asked him casually:
- How's work?
- Pretty good, I hope. I finished what he left you and started the index. I guess
I had not written anything while he's been in London.
- Nothing at all. What about your aunts are not worry for your absence?
- Mrs. Perch said he would tell them I would be a little late.
- In that case we could have a cup of tea and watch the work you've done.
He turned to leave the room.

- I'll be in the studio ... there is fire there?

- No, I'm afraid not. No one enters the room when you are away, only to leave
the papers.
- Then I'll get around here while you boil the water.
When she returned with a tray of tea and a plate of biscuits, he was sitting on
the other side of the table leafing through a pile of typewritten pages. I stood when
Patience came in, took the tray and took the cups to the table.
- You've worked hard - he said -. I examine tonight. You can continue with
the index until you have something to type.
A Patience it seemed the right time to make your request.
- If there is a lot of work for one or two days, could have another day off,
please? I can not shop on Sundays.
- Clothing. Yes, of course you can have a day off. Tomorrow, if you like.
You'll have some work for the next day. Are you going to Norwich?
Patience nodded and handed the cupcakes.
- Thank You. I will not have need to leave in a while; is that my aunts need
new hats ...
- Naturally - agreed van der Beek, preserving his impassive face. To his
surprise he heard himself say he had just remembered that I had an appointment
with a friend in the hospital in Norwich for the next morning -. If your aunts want,
I'll be happy to take you. Unfortunately, I can not bring you back.
She thanked him simply, precisely when returning the Murch Miss upset
because the doctor had arrived when she was not to receive it.
- Do not worry about it - he said -. Patience did it for you.

CHAPTER 5
E sa night, van der Beek accompanied Patience people and then visited the
aunts to renew its offer to take them to Norwich to another day. The elderly were
delighted at the idea of having new hats and ride the automobile doctor.
- He's a lovely man - said Aunt Bessy - has good manners and is friendly and
considerate. I dare say it is a splendid doctor.
- It's surgeon, Aunt Bessy.
- It is more or less the same - corrected Aunt Bessy -. And well, my dear,
what kind of hats buy? Something suitable for all year ... Good-felt, perhaps.
The rest of the night spoke of hats.
At bedtime, Patience wondered if he would regret having offered to carry in
your car.

He did not seem remorseful the next morning, when he went to look for them.
As Aunt Bessy had indicated he would sit in front to talk to him, Patience sat in the
backseat with Aunt Polly and Basil , panting satisfied at his feet.
After saying that he sympathized van der Beek, Aunt Bessy proceeded to
question him about his job, his family and his life. He did it with kindness and
persistence.
Already in Norwich, he asked them where they would like to let them.
- Here is fine, thanks - Patience said quickly -. I hope we have not deviated
from its path.

While helping the elderly to leave the vehicle he asked them how they would
return.
- A bus leaving this afternoon makes a stop in the village which is near our
house. Thank you very much for bringing us; you are very kind - Patience turned
to him and he smiled. For some reason, the girl blushed.
Van der Beek returned to the car, motioned to Basil for him to sit beside him
and spent some time looking at the three women as they walked away. Patience
was in the middle, erect and dignified fragile with its outdated attire.

Besides hats, Patience bought a nice dress, closed to the neck and long
sleeves. It was a mixture of wool and cotton and felt that I could use much of the
year. He still had money for medium and cosmetics. He bought a lipstick that the
seller said he did wonders with the face and a nourishing cream that eliminated
wrinkles. Even he had none, but could appear at any moment ...
After the purchases were for tea before boarding the bus back home. Public
transportation was very different from Bentley, but the aunts did not complain. The
two were happy to have left, surrounded by children returning home from school.
During the trip, they were discussing what they would do when they were back in
their old home, because they assumed that once van der Beek is out, they could
return home. Patience had no heart to desengaarlas.

Van der Beek wrote as if it imperative to finish sooner, which worried

Patience, therefore, if continued at this rate, the book would end much sooner than
expected. Anyway, he had signed a contract for six months, as he had told Mr.
Bennett, and if I wanted to leave before, would have to pay full time. But Patience
would be without work. To be sure, he wrote to Mr. Bennett and felt relieved that
van der Beek had promised to pay six months' rent or you were not home. While he
was relieved, he admitted that he was concerned not return to see more.
She worked as usual, managing to put daffodils and tulips around the house,
help Miss Murch and smooth the rough relationship between it and the merchants
of the town. Although the woman was not appreciated by the locals, Patience was
sure that once she returned to what he called civilization, would be a nice woman.
Was loyal to Mr van der Beek and had the house to perfection.
Just over a week after the trip to Norwich, Patience answered the phone
beside her. A male voice asked urgently talk to the doctor.
- Who called?
- His assistant. Please come early.
She could hear Basil happy barking as he ran through the garden gate.
- Hi! - Patience shouted with all his might -. Come ... have an urgent call!
Said to be his assistant.
While he was on the phone she went to the kitchen where Miss Murch told
him that if I had nothing better to do, could bring the milk for coffee.
He was with pan in hand when van der Beek entered the kitchen. Then he
went to Miss Murch:

- I'm going to London. I do not want coffee. If you need me you know where
to reach me -. He turned to Patience:
- I work at the desk there - he said -. If no return, continues to prepare the
index.
- Very good - she, following him toward the exit and asking answered - Is it
very urgent?
- A heart transplant. Go now and do not make so many questions.
Patience wished she could go with him and see for herself the other aspect of
the life of the doctor knew nothing. It was a very important more important than
the book it was so busy part of his life, he supposed,. If you also had private life,
where he lived ?, he asked. He was not married, but had to have friends, maybe a
woman he loved ... He froze, feeling sad.

The doctor returned three days later. Patience knew because he heard barking
Basil , but did not see him until he finished his work. l entered the room with a
handful of papers.
- Are annotations - told -, will you select? Devulvemelas before you leave,
please, I want to use tonight.
Before leaving, he asked:
- It's all right?
- Yes, thank Mr van der Beek - answered her quiet. Although he wanted to
ask if the operation was successful, but realized by the remote expression on his
face, there would be no answers.

It was past four o'clock, when he finished sort notes, but he seemed not to
notice anything when he took them to the study; wished him good night and retired
to return with her aunts.

When the doctor handed him a sheaf of papers, indicating that this was the
last chapter, Patience thought he would soon return to London. Although there was
still typing the index. Patience fears increased when van der Beek assured him that,
when delivered the final chapter to his publisher, would give evidence.
- It's a job for two or three weeks - said the doctor -. It's a pity you can not
help him. The Miss Murch be delighted for you to come take care of the flowers ...
She said nothing. Perhaps he thought that was all she had in the house? The
men, thought Patience, however intelligent they are, can not be good observers.
Two days later, he took over the studio work. He knocked on the door and
found him on the phone.
l looked up and he saw the look, he intrigued.
- Do you believe that prayers are heard, Patience? - Asked to her surprise.
- Of course - he answered immediately, though it seemed a strange question.
- Well ... I also - spoke again on the phone and hung up -. Sit down, I have a
favor to ask.
Patience put the papers on the desk and sat down, which took Basil to rest
your head on the legs of the girl. Then, as van der Beek was silent, she asked
politely:

- Is it something difficult? I gladly help, if I can - suddenly an idea crossed his

mind -. You want me to leave now that the book is finished? I know it's hard to fire
someone, but okay ... I already expected, sooner or later.
Van der Beek looked somewhat puzzled.
- No desvares - ase g uro -. I am touched by your concern for my feelings,
but you're wrong. I have no intention of dismissing you, on the contrary, I would
like you to accept a temporary job with me, or rather, with my sister.
- Does your sister?
- Please do not repeat everything I say like a parrot, just sit and listen.
- I listen, I'm sitting still - he added immediately - and you stop talking as if he
were addressing a meeting.
The comment made the surgeon arched eyebrows and then laugh. No one had
ever spoken to him for a long time; and that pleased him.
- I will be brief. My sister, her husband and daughter are staying in my house
in Chiswick. The nanny who takes care of his daughter has just been admitted to
hospital with an attack of appendicitis. My sister called me to ask me how and
where I could get a temporary nanny. Do not think that she is unable to care for her
daughter, what happens is that you are pregnant and need help. I guess you could
help her.
- You want me to go to London to care for a child? I appreciate you thinking
of me, Mr. van der Beek, but I'm not babysitting, and, moreover, what will I do
with my aunts?

- You're a young sensitive and I think you'll like children. As for your aunts,
do you think they would accept to spend a week or two, here, with the Murch
miss? I'm sure she'll love having company ...
- Yeah, well ... but they are not used to doing nothing at home. They have
never done and also are now too old ...
He looked fiercely.
- My dear Patience, will remain here as my guest. The Murch Miss the care
and lack nothing.
- Oh, sorry. You are very kind, but ...
- I'm not friendly. I'm doing this for my sister. Tomorrow afternoon I will go
to London and I hope that you agree to accompany me.
- How long?
- Two weeks. My sister returned to Holland in a fortnight - he smiled in a
lovely way -. Please come with me, Patience.
- Yeah. Okay, my aunts always agree. Do you know the Murch miss?
- Not yet. Go home and talk to your aunts; will bring them here after eating frowned -. No, it's better that I go looking for you. First I will talk with Miss
Murch.
Patience nodded.

A aunts liked the idea. Although they had never said, the elderly did not like
the house in which they lived now; they longed for the comfort and space of their

old home, and Patience knew. But they expressed their consent, giving the
impression that they were doing a favor to Mr. van der Beek.
The doctor took them home and gave it to Miss Murch, they were received
with proper deference, he took them to their old bedrooms and offered to place
their belongings. Patience spent some time with them, said goodbye, exchanged
greetings with Miss Murch, and again raised the car.
- It's a two hour trip - van der Beek assured him laconically. He did not speak,
just drove through Ipswich and Colchester to Chelmsford. After traveling three
quarters of the way, he stopped at a small village south of that population.
- Would you like tea? - Asked -. Here is a place to prepare delicious toast with
butter.
A Patience is mouth watered, as was hungry and wanted to have a cup of tea.
Then he said to come in and occupied a table by the window.
- Do I ask?
Patience was the toilet. Upon returning, there were a teapot on the table and a
covered dish, she thought contained buttered toast. As he approached, he got up
and moved a chair for her to sit.
- Beware Of Basil , because it is under the table.
- In this property letting in dogs?
- Yes. Already took water and eaten a cake - he smiled kindly. Patience was
very pretty in her dress cream and that pleased him. She simpatiz Marijke will ary.
L Unlike silence in which he remained for the trip, he started a small talk until it
was time to leave.

There was a lot of traffic when they arrived in London. Van der Beek drove
until they came to Chiswick.
Patience leaned on the arm he offered to help her out of the car.
- Mira - told him - there is the river ... It's a wonderful place, right?
She stared at the house.
- Really is this your house? - He asked.
- Yes, why? - He looked curiously -. Are you surprised?
- No - she replied, shaking his head -. It is very appropriate for you. What
happens is that I thought I lived in one of those modern buildings with balconies
and intercom at the entrance.
- I'm flattered that you thought of me, Patience.
She blushed and wanted to add some clever phrase, but he seemed not to
notice his nervousness. They walked to the entrance of the house, before whose
door was open Dobbs, who seemed happy to see them. The man agreed with the
opinion of the Murch Miss Patience was a nice young man, though a bit dated,
which did not matter.
He invited them in, bowed courteously on the hand held out Patience and
informed them that Mevrouw ter K atte was in the room with the girl. He spoke
almost screaming because the voice of small made it impossible to hear.
Van der Beek turned to Patience.
- Do you see now how necessary it was to have you here to restore peace in
my house?
Dobbs led to a room that was at the back of the house. It was comfortably
furnished, though not great. Then they saw sitting on a chair's sister van der Beek.

It was a young short curly blond hair, a beautiful face and eyes bright blue. The
lady gave a little cry to see newcomers.
- Julius ... - he started talking in Dutch, but then switched to English. Sorry,
I've been so glad to see Julius ... you must be Patience. I'm very grateful ...
The blonde looked up the girl to kiss his brother, and held out a hand to
Patience.
- Normally not need babysitting, but the truth is that I already feel a little
tired.
Van der Beek took his niece.
- Where is Rinus?
- He has gone for a walk.
- You're tired - told the girl -. Do we stop to this tired girl in his bed? How's
the nanny?
- You have an infection - Mevrouw ter Katte looked Patience - Do you think
you could get by for a week or two?
- Oh yeah! - Patience replied, fascinated watching the little teary eyed -.
Although you'll have to tell me how you want things done. If you want the treats
far, bathe and take her to his bed.
- Still do not know where things are - said the girl's mother.
- I'll take Rosie up and show him the house Patience. Stay here and prepare us
something to drink when we go down. We'll need it.
The house was bigger than it looked from the outside. In the room there were
seven doors. And a corridor leading to the back of the house. Van der Beek opened
a door that revealed a nice little bedroom from which a garden looked.

- You will stay in the room next door - told Patience -. It is the fourth nanny.
The bathroom is across.
Patience Rosie let's undress and bathe, I put a nightgown, and got into his bed
while his uncle sat in a chair by the window.
Patience became nervous. When she was in bed did not know what to do.
Rosie pulled her out of trouble.
- Sing - asked her sweet voice. Then, Patience sang lullabies she remembered.
Van der Beek, who had returned to see how things were going, he stopped to
listen to the clear and melodious voice of Patience. When she finished, he entered
the room.
- Have you been asleep? - He asked. As she nodded, he said:
- All Right. Dobbs has told Jenny, the maid, to undo your bags, so please drop
as soon as you've arranged.
Patience went to his bedroom, which was a little bigger than Rosie, cozy,
decorated in pastel shades. Face and hair straightened, he went to Rosie and went
downstairs. Dobbs was in the lobby.
- Over here, Miss - he said, opening the door of the room. Van der Beek was
there with his sister and her husband, a burly man with light hair and a ruddy face,
but nice.
The men stood.
- Patience, I present Rinus ter Katte - the man held out his hand and shook
Patience. Then the doctor said - Sit, drink something. After lunch, we will talk.
Patience was delighted with the rooms and when they crossed the lobby to go
to the dining room it also seemed beautiful. The table was arranged with damask

tablecloth, silverware and fine china, plus valuable vessels of the eighteenth
century. As Patience was hungry, she devoured the delicious dinner. Mevrouw ter
Katte not stopped talking, sometimes in Dutch, although almost always tried to do
it in English.
- No speak English well, so I'm glad you're here, Patience, because so I can
practice with you - their attitude was nice and friendly.
- Come by the fire for me to explain everything. Do not think I always leave
Rosie with her governess. But I do not feel well. I get tired soon and that is not
good for the baby. I will be with Rosie after breakfast, for about an hour, and then
I'd go out with my husband, maybe for lunch, shopping ... you take care of her until
after tea time. Then we will be with the small about an hour before you take her to
bed. Is that okay? - I was nervous -. You might think I'm some time with my
daughter, but I am tired and need to get out ...
- It'll do you good to get out, shopping and fun - replied Patience -. I assure
you that I will do everything possible so that Rosie have fun and be happy. Does
your nana not bother?
- Quite the contrary. She knows I need help. It's a shame he's sick.
The two men had not said a word. At that time, van der Beek got up to go to
his studio. At the same time, wished him goodnight to Patience.
- Tomorrow will be all the time in the hospital and not see you up at night said the doctor.
It had been a long day. Patience went to bed but not before peer into the next
room to make sure Rosie slept. His bed was open, the curtains drawn, and her
nightgown was placed on the pillow. Patience bathed and into bed, considering that
young children wake up early.

Rosie was no exception. Upon awakening, Patience found the girl curled up
beside her and caressing her with her little fingers. Neither spoke much the
language of the other, but they understood well: Patience got up, got dressed, did
the same with small and lowered with caution. He crossed the kitchen and out the
back garden of the house.
It was a bright morning, but cold. The two made their way to the flower beds.
Van der Beek, who was preparing for a walk with Basil before breakfast, lost much
time contemplating them from the window. The doctor heard them go while he
was at the table, but it was not to see them. First, because I had no time; and then,
because he had promised to do as little as possible Patience, because the girl was
becoming an obsession, something you could not afford on his orderly life.
They breakfasted in a small room that Patience assumed it was some sort of
game room; It was well furnished with a large table, a great rocking horse and a
dollhouse, but Rosie was too small to appreciate.
Jenny took them breakfast on a tray and Rosie ate it all. It was a lovely and
very well educated girl. Patience's cleaned up after breakfast and drove to the
dining room where his mother and father finished breakfast.
Mevrouw ter Katte seemed rested.
- Everything is going well? - He asked -. Now we are left us with Rosie and
you have a free hour. Can you come to pick her up at half past ten? Julius told that
you might want to take a walk along the riverbank.
So, Patience put on a coat and walked briskly, enjoying the view of the river.
It was quiet, and guessed that stores and major streets were behind the house. The
next day, a little explore. For now, he was content to observe the surroundings. The
site is very different from Themelswick. No wonder I Miss Murch would have cost

both adapt to change. The girl did not understand why he had gone somewhere else
in search of peace and quiet when enjoyed all that at home.

The girl was glad to see Patience, when she returned home. Dobbs said that
nearby was a small park where you could walk to Rosie in her stroller.
- Your nana always wears a ball and play about half an hour. Rosie eat around
noon. And, unless you have something else, I will serve lunch at the same time,
miss. So you will have some free time while Rosie nap.
The day went well. The girl was happy with Patience, babbling in his mother
tongue and listening, appearing to understand, Patience replies in English. They ate
at noon and she lay down to sleep Rosie nap.
The small closed his eyes immediately and Patience sought to do. She wanted
to read a book, but he would go down to look for one. Anyway do not know where
they were. So he opened a window overlooking the garden and looked to admire
the scenery.
- He must have a lot of money - said aloud, since no one was around and any
voice, even his own, would be well received -. It is a lucky man.
- Yes, I am - said van der Beek, so close to her that she became frightened and
breathless.
- Do not ever do that - snapped her -. Had he screamed, he would have woken
Rosie.
- When you are asleep do not wake up or an earthquake - he said, smiling -.
Do you feel alone?

- No. I can not feel lonely being with Rosie.

He did not intend to return home before dark, but was glad to be back before
then Patience looked sad, but ... why should he worry about it ...?

CHAPTER 6
V an der Beek did not intend to thoroughly analyze their feelings. Only told
himself that he cared for Patience because he had torn abruptly from his quiet life
was his duty to make sure she was okay.
They were both silent, staring out the window. Then he said:
- On Saturday go to Berkshire with Marijke, Rinus and Rosie to eat with
friends. Return at about four in the afternoon so you can take the morning off. Why
do not you go shopping? I'll tell you Dobbs serve food at one, if that's okay.
- Thanks, I would like - his eyes sparkled, as well could buy a pair of summer
dresses.
Van der Beek remembered to leave his salary at the breakfast table. Suddenly,
he felt the urge to take her to one of the exquisite shops of Bond Street, but quickly
mastered.
During the rest of the week, they only saw the dinner, at night.
Patience saw them leave on Saturday morning. She enjoyed the company of
Rosie, the only bad thing was the attitude of van der Beek to her: indifferent,
almost cold and meticulously polite. So the young man had to become quiet and
avoid as much as possible, which was not difficult.
Patience off the bus in Oxford Street and went to a department store. After
careful inspection, he decided he did not need to go elsewhere.
When he returned to Oxford Street was already happy owner of a pink dress
with a flowered skirt, and several blouses. He was happy with their purchases, took
a coffee at a nearby restaurant and then boarded a bus back to Chiswick.
Dobbs received a paternal eye.

- Have you had a pleasant morning, Miss? - Asked -. If you want to eat, I can
already serve the food, everything is ready.
Dobbs poured a bowl of onion soup, mushroom tortilla that melted in your
mouth, a salad and a custard. While Dobbs served him coffee, he said:
- Mr. van der Beek told me that if you want, you can call her aunts. There is a
phone in the lobby and another in the room, Miss.
Patience dialed her aunts. The Murch said Miss cordial tone. He became
interested in their health and said he hoped everything would go well. Then he
called elderly.
They spoke briefly, informing him that he was being well cared for. After
hanging up, Patience did not know whether to go to her bedroom or they used as a
playroom. Dobbs solved the problem by presenting quietly beside her and say:
- I brought newspapers and magazines to the room, if you want to read for a
while. Mr. van der Beek arrive over five. I will serve tea at four, if that's okay.
Patience spent the afternoon reading, sleeping and eating small sandwiches
and pastries.
An hour later she heard the car arrive. Dobbs was to receive the ter Katte and
Rosie. Mevrouw ter Katte was tired and pale. Patience Rosie grabbed him while
Mijnheer ter Katte took his wife to his bedroom.
Rosie was glad to see her, sat on his lap and started talking cheerfully.
- I am glad you had fun - Patience said in response to the unintelligible chatter
of small -. Tell me what you did today.
Which both do not understand, it was not important, and had a lively
conversation between laughter. Neither realized that van der Beek had entered the

room. The doctor stood by the door, looking at them and smiling slightly. Patience
smiled listening intently to his little companion.
Then he reminded the stylish young man with his friends and had worked
hard for his attention throughout the day. She was pretty, funny and witty; also
dressed well. But he had not paid attention to Rosie. Instead, Patience was very
good with small. He frowned, saying he lost much time thinking about the girl.
- Good night, Patience.
The girl's heart leapt with joy to hear her voice.
- I'll take Rosie to her room - she replied, feigning indifference - the bathe,
and give dinner. You must be very tired - picked her to the small -. Say goodnight
to your uncle.
Patience came out with the girl almost running. Van der Beek, who was used
to the layout of the opposite sex for her company, was intrigued. Patience avoided
him like he did with it. It would be very interesting to see if I could change that ...
Rosie Patience had occupied until it was dinner time. The girl was one of the
stamped and pretty blouses that had bought skirt. It was a bun and went to the
room. Mevrouw ter Katte was sitting with her husband in one of the armchairs and
van der Beek in another. This stood to take you to Patience a drink.
Mevrouw ter Katte said:
- Sit down near me, Patience. How was your day? How is Rosie?
- Okay. Already asleep. Do you feel better?
- Yes, thank you. Rosie was very tired, right? Our friends also have children
and played a lot. Watch It's been very nice to - looked across, where his brother -.
Have you fallen sympathetic Sadie Beauchamp? It is very nice and pleasant ...

- Yes, very nice - spoke firmly, without looking away from Patience, who
remained silent, her hands folded in her lap.
They were in the middle of dinner when they called Van der Beek. Then he
announced that he would have to leave and did not know what time back. Shortly
after taking coffee, Patience said goodnight to everyone and retired to his bedroom.

Rosie woke up crying long before dawn, as seen z because of a nightmare.

The small hugged Patience, who picked her, trying to calm her and wishing she
could understand what he said little, speaking soothingly and asking him to stop
mourn.
- Calm down, small - said Patience - or wake everyone: Mom, Dad, Uncle
Julius ...
- Uncle Julius has not yet been lying - said the doctor, entering the bedroom.
He took Rosie hands of Patience and sat on the bed; He was fully dressed and
looked tired.
Seeing the look on her face, she wanted to hug him, erase that fatigue and tell
him to go to sleep as she prepared a hot drink. If the doctor was married, his wife
would do it for him. Suddenly, Patience felt a great desire to be her that woman ...
Van der Beek was talking, but she did not hear him, stunned by his discovery,
with wide eyes and mouth ajar.
- It was just a nightmare - she heard him say at last -. Now it will be fine
because I already explained everything ... today has had too many emotions.
Already half asleep.

He leaned back to Rosie and remained one minute watching the tucked
Patience.
- Sing - Rosie asked sleepily.
- Yes, sings, Patience. So before you go to sleep. Good night - his voice was
more austere than usual.

Despite his nightmare, Rosie woke at the same time. Patience dressed and
went down to the dining room. It was very sunny, so that Patience decided to take
the child for a walk after breakfast.
He went to the kitchen with Rosie when she met van der Beek, who was
leaving. It was very elegant, as always. As he passed her, he gave him good
morning.
- Today should not go to work! - Cried Patience -. It has only slept a few
hours. I will not allow ...
The expression of astonishment on his face funny doctor, silenced. I turned
red, feeling sick before I could have continued saying.
Suddenly I knew why he had spoken well ... I loved him ... The horror of her
discovery, blanched.
- Oh, heavens - Patience said, distraught.
Van der Beek watched intently, saying nothing. Rosie kissed on the cheek and
then deliberately Patience kissed on the mouth. After he left without saying a word.
Patience spent the day trying to find a way around that night, when he
returned home. It was a waste of time because he did not return. His sister told

Patience who had sent urgently to Northern Ireland operate a soldier who had a
bullet than a millimeter heart.
- I hope you do not run any danger - Marijke said sadly.

Patience is not seen again until two days later. By then I had almost finished
his second week of work, and besides, the nanny was about to leave the hospital.
The girl would not you rather than return to Themelswick, pick up their aunts and
return to the small house, then there would be no more work for her. Mr. van der
Beek leave the house, like Miss Murch. Then, Patience would try to sell the
property. It was true he had saved most of his salary and have money to complete
the pensions of their aunts for a few months.
She thought about her situation while attending the needs of small and Rosie
wore a walk. He had not seen Van der Beek that morning and his sister and her
husband were gone to the hospital to visit the nanny. Long ago they were gone and
she wondered what they were doing.
Van de Beek was in the hospital, talking to his sister and her husband.
- I think what suits you - he told his brother - is to bring nana home within a
couple of days. To stay with her sister one or two weeks until it feels right to take
over his duties again. Marijke can stay here until I have time, one or two days at
most. Then I'll take her, Patience and Rosie back to Holland. Patience will stay in
your home until the nails is completely fine.
- Yes, but maybe Patience not want to come ...
Van der Beek did not seem worried about it.

- Oh, I think it will. I invite her to lunch and I will explain. She knows that her
aunts are well on Themelswick, and also need money.
All had been speaking Dutch. But then he stood up to get a nurse in the room,
which said in English:
- Nurse: I want to talk to the manager. Is the manager available?
Van der Beek retired nurse, but soon returned. Upon arrival, said:
- Well, all settled - he looked at his watch -. I must return to the hospital, but
I'll be back in a couple of hours. I go out with Patience tonight to explain the
situation.

Patience Rosie had left with her mother and was in the playroom, having tea.
He had removed his shoes and was eating sandwiches and pastries that Dobbs had
taken while reading the newspapers.
- Why are you taking tea here? - Heard the voice of Van der Beek -. Tea is
served in the room. You are not a servant, Patience.
- No, I know. What happens is that I like this room, I feel good here, that's all
- he added courteous -. Should not reach such hasty conclusions. l looked at her
strangely and said: - But I appreciate you worry about me.
- I would go out with you tonight, Patience - the joy that produced the
invitation, vanished when he added -: We need to talk.
Patience might be in love, but had much common sense:
- If I was going to tell you no longer need me, you can do so now. Already
waiting, as they have told me that the nanny is better.

- Please do what you ask, Patience. We will leave at half past seven. And do
not make many assumptions, you could be wrong.
When she was alone again, Patience more tea was served, saying that
although he was not interested in it at least be in his company one or two hours. He
put the cup of tea and wondered what clothes should be made for the occasion.
He took her to a small well known in Walton Street restaurant called "Ma
Cuisine", which, despite its reputation and elegant clientele, he assumed the
modest wardrobe Patience would not cause her to feel uncomfortable.
When they entered the place, the girl looked around. And as they sat, he
heaved a sigh of relief that women who were there, were elegantly dressed, but
without luxury. And men, as van der Beek, wore well-cut suits. Shyly smiled the
doctor, who was watching quietly.
- This is very nice.
- It is quiet and the food is good. Do we take something while serving us?
It was a delicious meal: lobster with champagne, lamb sauce and raspberry
cream to finish. Van der Beek had a conversation light and impersonal, smiling
slightly at Patience attempts to find out what I wanted to talk to her.
When they were served coffee, he said:
- You've been a great help to Marijke, Patience, she ... we are very grateful.
The babysitter is now well enough to return to Holland, but is not yet able to work.
Do you mind staying with Marijke and Rosie until the nanny is fully recovered? If
your aunts accepted, they can stay at home during your absence Themelswick. The
Murch Miss continue caring for her and Marijke will pay the same salary you're
getting now.

He paused, but as she opened her mouth to speak, he said:

- No, do not say anything now. Think about it. You can call your aunts
morning to see if they agree. I do not want to pressure you.
Patience wanted to say that was not pressing. For her, it was a gift. But there
was something that the girl wanted to know:
- Do you also go to Holland? - He asked.
- Yes. I have one or two outstanding issues ... I think it's best to leave that
Rinus first with the nanny. Within a couple of days, I will take.
- And Basil ?
- Will he stay with Dobbs - answered -. For now, I spend more time here than
in Holland. In addition, he wants to Dobbs.
- And where I live in Holland?
- At my sister.
- You do not live there?
- No, but Holland is a small country and I'll be around.
- When do you want to go?
- First I'll take Themelswick for you to talk to your aunts and pick what you
want to take with you. I have to go to Norwich, so if we go past early morning, you
can have the day off; I'll pick you up at night.
Patience realized that everything was planned in advance. Van der Beek
seemed that he was sure she would do what he wanted. Bitterly, she felt that she
was convenient for him. First he took care of the house, then he wrote his book and

now helped his sister. It was a pity that she loved him so much because he would
always be willing to do anything he asked.
- I think everything will be fine - she said -. I'm sure my aunts not object when
I explain the situation.
He nodded seriously, hiding his amusement. I had never met a girl like her.
Her mother would have considered an outdated girl, but was very independent and
sensible. Also very intelligent.
- Then there's that. Leave early, at about eight o'clock.
- Very well.
- Now that everything is settled, do we take another cup of coffee?
It was late when they returned, but Dobbs still had not slept and offered them
coffee. Patience said goodnight, he reiterated his appreciation for dinner, hugged
Basil and went upstairs. At the top he saw van der Beek, who was leaving with
Basil . He smiled. See him again in the morning.

Rosie woke early. Patience dressed, arranged for small and brought down.
Dobbs found them in the lobby with a cheerful morning greeting and offered tea
Patience, and a glass of milk to Rosie.
- Mr. van der Beek left at four in the morning - he reported -. I had to do a
heart transplant. It will be out of the house the day.
Patience recalled that it was almost midnight w hen returned from dinner.
- Work hard - Patience said worriedly.

Dobbs agreed, thinking to himself that his employer would do well to marry a
woman like Patience. She would not prevent him from doing his job, he said, but
seek to make life easier. Since then, he and the estimated Miss Murch did what
they could in that sense, but the surgeon never paid attention to them ... What I
needed was a wife ...

Van der Beek did not return to the house all day. Patience came to Rosie to
her bed, she changed her dress and went to the room. The Katte ter were there and
Rinus stood up to offer you a drink. They had gone shopping and Marijke said:
- Do not know what we would have done without your help Patience. We
have to do everything we had planned because of you. I hope you're happy with us
in den Haag. There you will have much more free time, because we have a
wonderful housekeeper and a maid who loves Rosie, so that You have free time
every day ... there is so much to see ...
They began to talk about your home and den Haag. And later, as van der Beek
had not returned, went to eat. After the meal back to the room. Then the phone
rang. Rinus replied, and as discussed in Dutch, Patience deduced that it was who
had called van der Beek. He thought, depressed, surely called to say he could not
make the trip the next day.
- It was Julius - Rinus said after hanging -. You must stay in the hospital and
will come later. Patience, told me he expects're ready tomorrow morning at half
past eight. I'll tell you Dobbs to have breakfast ready ...
The news gave him relief.

- I'll leave Rosie arranged before leaving - he said -. She can have breakfast
with me.
Patience retired to his room shortly after to make your luggage. Dobbs was
waiting at the door of his room to tell him that he would be responsible for waking
her. Serve breakfast in the room of toys at eight. Patience thought it was nice that
someone did everything for her. She was not used to receiving many cuddles.

Jenny woke with a cup of tea. As Rosie was still asleep, rose and cream
colored dress was the most appropriate to withstand active day ahead. He combed
his hair and woke Rosie.
They had just finished breakfast when she heard the front door shut and then
the enthusiastic barking Basil . A few minutes later, Mijnheer ter Katte, true to his
promise, he went to pick up his daughter.
- Have fun - he said -. You'll be happy to see again your aunts. Julius has
already eaten. Are you ready? Can I do something to help?
- I'm ready - Patience replied and kissed the cheek of Rosie -. Be good, honey
- told the girl.
When Patience down, van der Beek was in the studio, talking on the phone.
Seeing her, did that pause to say:
- I'll be right with you.
When he hung up, the doctor took his briefcase and headed for the lobby.
Dobbs was there to open the door. Van der Beek, always so polite, Patience helped

into the car and settled at Basil in the backseat. Patience had a chance to look at it,
impeccably dressed. But there were a few lines of weariness in his face ...
He drove without speaking. Brentwood approached when she dared to ask:
- The operation was successful?
- Yes. There was a small problem, but now all is well.
- I'm glad. But it has had very little sleep you. He had not yet reached the
house, when I went to bed.
- I slept well - she did not see him smile - do not worry. Enough to not fall
asleep at the wheel.
- I did not mean that - she replied indignantly -. Work ... too and you know as he did not speak, she added -: When typing your book ... I had no idea what I
imagined you in a splendid Harley Street clinic, sitting at his desk, surrounded by
nurses and receptionists devoted to listen to nonexistent illnesses of his wealthy
patients:
He laughed mockingly.
- My dear girl, that imagination you Although I admit that my office is in
Harley Street, I confess that I only have a nurse and a receptionist. As for my
patients, I'm too busy to waste time listening to hypochondriacs.
When approaching Witham, he slowed the car.
- Had a coffee? Here's a nice little restaurant.
They went in and ordered coffee. When they were back in the car, van der
Beek asked by her aunts. Then he spoke Dutch and told him that he was,
fortunately, making time very well, as he had told a Dutch friend who had spoken
that morning. The girl gave appropriate answers as he thought about the problem

posed to her falling in love. He became depressed, as long as he thought of his

impossible love.
Themelswick had not changed. The Miss Murch way might be because the
door opened as soon as the car stopped in front of her. The housekeeper greeted
warmly.
- Coffee and my Gingerbread are waiting. The ladies rest in the room ...
Van der Beek said:
- I want to talk to Murch, Miss Patience. Enter the house and then I'll go.

The two old ladies were delighted to see her niece, and began to talk without
giving Patience chance to speak. Mrs. Perch took coffee, paused to ask how she
was Patience and Lueg or retired. When she left, entered van der Beek, who said
the sentences of rigor, had a cup of coffee and gingerbread tested before leaving
with the excuse of having affairs which meet in Norwich.
-'ll Be back at six p.m. - told Patience -. I have to go to the hospital tonight.
The doctor left, leaving her to explain to his aunts everything about his trip to
Holland.
- It's been kind enough to invite - murmured Aunt Polly, that by being a little
deaf, had misinterpreted.
Patience preferred to leave it be for no further explanation. Then he went
looking for the Miss Murch, to thank him warmly.
- Not too much work for you? - He asked, worried.

- Clara no, Patience. They are all lovely ladies, and give nothing working then watched the countenance of Patience -. I see very well. Little Rosie must have
kept you busy.
After co mer, Patience went to the people's house to pick up his passport and
one or two things to complem entar your wardrobe. The sin home, compared to the
luxurious mansion Chiswick, was depressing. Her aunts would get very sad when
they had to return. He closed the door and tried not to think about the future, but
only be happy with this, which did not cost labor. Soon he would be sitting next to
Julius and that was enough to discard everything else.

CHAPTER 7
T he two old had enjoyed a refreshing nap while Patience was in the village.
She found them more clear, chatting over a cup of tea.
- Will you come to live here with us when you get back from Holland? Asked Aunt Bessy.
It would have been cruel to explain that all would have to return to the small
house. There would be enough time to tell him when he returned. Vaguely replied
and mentioned that he had seen Mrs. Dodge.
- We sorely missed - let them know -. Would like to find a job as
housekeeper, now widowed ... seems to me to be lonely.
They were talking about Mrs. Dodge when he arrived van der Beek.
Patience went to say goodbye to Miss Murch, while the doctor talking to
elderly, as if he had nothing else to do than talk to them.
Aunts paused, what he took to leave. And after some minor delays, boarded
the car and left.
Patience felt the breath of Basil in his neck.
- Was there had tea before coming to me? I had not thought possible ... and
Basil , drank water?
The doctor who barely spoken to Patience at home, smiling replied:
- Thanks, I had tea before going to get you. And you, you've explained to
them all your aunts?
- Yes, but I'm not sure I have understood, but are happy to go to Holland. And
besides, you are happy to live in the house.

- All Right.
He said no more, but as his silence was friendly, she would not break it. Van
der Beek drove quickly, causing her to assume that wanted to arrive early to the
hospital. That did not matter to her, because just sitting beside her, she was happy.
Not entirely, of course, but that was enough, because it was better than nothing.
When they reached the outskirts of London, she said:
- Will you go to the hospital, right? Want to go there first? I can go back to
Chiswick Bus. Thus, you will not have to take, which would be a waste of time ...
- I have to go to hospital as soon as possible - replied him - but I will not be
there long, just do a quick review. You may come and wait. Do not you mind
waiting a few minutes?
- No way.
The hospital was at the center of the city.
After parking, he got out and opened the door to leave Patience.
- And Basil ?
- The care of the car.
Then the intelligent animal, was installed in the driver's seat.
The entrance hall was impressive, but the girl did not have time to look
around. When they exited the elevator, he led a series of intricate corridors.
Patience thought I would never be able to find out by herself.
He was relieved when he pushed a revolving door and van der Beek was
greeted by three people: two youthful look with white robes, and a robust woman
of middle age, dressed in nun's habit. The doctor introduced, asked if she could

wait in the office of the sister, and left the care of a young nurse, who opened a
nearby door and invited them inside.
- They will not take - he assured the nurse Patience. Affirmation that was very
optimistic as they spent three quarter of an hour before the door opened and van
der Beek, now with a white coat, entered with his three companions. It was
obvious that he had forgotten that she expected him there, then seemed surprised to
see her.
- You will not've boring, right? - He said.
- I'll wait outside - she added smiling younger doctors, who had opened the
door for her to pass.
Outside the office there was a sort of waiting room. Soon he appeared van der
Beek followed by his three companions.
They exchanged farewells and, again, Patience and van der Beek entered the
elevator and then the car where Basil gave his seat, barking satisfied.
As there was no traffic, half an hour later they crossed the front door, where
Dobbs was waiting with the information that Mijnheer and Mevrouw ter Katte had
dined, but they serve them whenever they wanted.
- Within ten minutes, Dobbs - said van der Beek -. I guess Miss Martin will
want to see Rosie - looked Patience -. Baja when you're ready - suggested -.
Within fifteen minutes?
She looked at Basil , who was led to where his dinner ready. He felt envious,
but could not do anything but go to her bedroom, grooming and check on Rosie.
After fifteen minutes down, and as there was no evidence of van der Beek,
went to the room.

- Hi - greeted cheerfully Mijnheer ter Katte -. What day has past? I will serve
you a drink. Want sherry? Sit.
As was served sherry in a large cup, the girl thought maybe they realized that
I needed. Mevrouw ter Katte begged her to sit beside her and proceeded to tell how
he had spent the day:
- Rosie has behaved very well, most of the time. Rinus has been in the
hospital to talk to the nurse; they will leave tomorrow afternoon. Julius has not told
us when we go us.
Patience took a long sip of sherry, though I knew it would cause havoc on
your empty stomach, but it felt more cheerful. Dobbs was presented to inform them
that dinner was served and it stood fast. That was in love had not affected his
appetite.
The food was excellent: cheese and soup, chicken salad and custard. And the
conversation was as good as the food. Van der Beek, apparently satisfied with the
condition of his patient, began to tell funny stories, which he thanked Patience, that
because of sherry and wine consumed at dinner, was unable to hold a serious
conversation.
Good food and wine were given a nice color, his eyes sparkled, and as he was
happy, his face took on a beauty that van der Beek did not fail to notice. He
wondered when he had reluctantly begun to realize that she was no mouse.
- Will we take coffee in the room? - He suggested and spent the rest of the
evening discussing plans for the next day Rinus.
- What about us when we leave? - Asked his sister.
- In two days, three at the latest. Tomorrow night I will tell for sure. Are they
waiting for Rinus in den Haag?

Patience So i ra goodbye to sleep. The three of them undoubtedly have many

things to discuss and would be more comfortable without it. It had been a very
tiring day, but also fun and rewarding. While preparing to go to bed, he wondered
if would greatly van der Beek when they were in Holland.

Rosie spent much of the morning with their parents, so that Patience had the
opportunity to choose the clothes of the girl and start packing. Although not know
until when would leave at night, had to be ready. In the afternoon, when Rinus and
went ter Katte, began the task of storing clothes. Mevrouw ter Katte had abundant
shopping while in London, so more bags are needed. Patience was glad to have
only one, as in the trunk of the car did not fit a pin.
Van der Beek came home just before dinner time. Then he said that would
come two days later.
During the day, Patience took care of the final details. He telephoned his
aunts and after carrying Rosie for a long walk washed hair. The little girl was
excited at the thought of returning home and Patience hoped the trip would not
prove too heavy.
Rosie had been dozing beside her, but now the heat of the port woke and
began to whimper. While waiting to board, Patience did the unthinkable to distract
her, and when we finally were on the ferry, took care of that installed in a booth
and take sandwiches and tea. The girl made the trip eating, drinking milk and
smiling pleased. After taking the small snack, the ferry sailed.
The brothers had pulled together and Patience assumed that she would remain
in the cabin with Rosie until it landed. Then he settled in the small one bed and sat

down, wanting to have something to read. Rosie fell asleep almost immediately
and did not wake when they knocked gently on the door. It was van der Beek.
- Come on board for a while - he advised -. I'll stay with Rosie. Marijke is in
the cabin next door, resting. Are you hungry? On the way we stop for tea, but you
can take another cup now, if you want. Do you have enough money?
Patience smiled warmly, glad that he had not forgotten her.
- I would go on deck, if that's okay.
Patience went and he watched her go. She was gleaming with wool dress.
After a while he returned to the very restful cabin. Finding Rosie sitting on
the lap of his uncle, hearing the story he was telling. She did not know what the
story was, because he spoke in Dutch, but should be very funny, because Rosie
could not stop laughing. There was barely time to meet the needs of the small
child, before they landed. Rosie was still cheerful and Mevrouw ter Katte, having
rested well, talked incessantly with his brother. Only Patience was sad, because the
journey would end soon, which meant it was the last time I would see van der
Beek. l had not told her that he no longer needed once returned Rosie's nanny,
but she knew he would soon have to leave.
Listening happy little voice of the girl, she was asked about her future. It
would be hard to return to the house of Themelswick and continue again his
prosaic life ... And it would be even harder for her aunts.
They passed through Belgium and then entered in the Netherlands. Dr.
slowed, and stopped at a small cafe. There they were served hot tea into glasses,
adding small biscuits. Patience, busy with Rosie, participated little in the
conversation. Van der Beek looked across the table, and said:

- It will not be long - his voice was friendly -. I know the journey is still
stressful for you. His sister said, with his faint voice:
- Tomorrow, Rosie will keep our housekeeper for a while, and you and I are
going for a walk in den Haag.

The Katte ter had a beautiful house surrounded by a garden with a tree-lined
avenue. Van der Beek stopped at the door and got out of the vehicle to help her
sister, while a woman out of the house and down some steps quant I had before l
path. Patience thought it was the housekeeper and wanted to get along with her.
The woman seemed severe, as Miss Murch, although he greeted her employer with
joy and then went to get the car Rosie. Van der Beek, who was coming down the
luggage, paused for presenting women.
- I present to Juffrouw Witte, Patience. Would you call you Miss Martin, or
Patience?
- Patience, please - both were greeted with bowed and smiled. Then the girl
out of the car and followed the housekeeper to the house. Mevrouw ter Katte was
inside. Rinus, after greeting his wife, went out to meet Patience.
- Patience, welcome to our home! Marijke tells me you've helped a lot during
the trip, so I'm very grateful - a young woman wearing a dark dress was in the back
of the hall. He called -: She's Bep, it will show you your room, which is next to
Rosie. When you have settled a bit, come drink with us before eating. In Holland
we eat early, and I dare say you have appetite.
The man kissed his daughter, said something to the housekeeper and handed
Rosie Patience.

- Bring it down a few minutes, will you? Then you can get into bed and have
a quiet evening.

Patience's room was on the second floor, next to Rosie. It was a nice, bright,
airy and beautifully furnished. Patience attended Rosie and then took his own
bedroom while arranging. The girl was pleased to see that Bep was unpacking his
suitcase and clothes hanging in the closet. Then he wondered if he had time to
change before dinner. Then take Rosie down, presumably to say goodnight before
dinner and go to bed.
It guided by the voices, crossed the lobby with Rosie and entered a large room
with a high ceiling, with its high elaborately curtained windows, a polished floor,
comfortable sofas and chairs flanked by solid mahogany tables and cabinets. The
Katte ter were there with van der Beek, but she hardly spoke and did not remain in
place for long. They hugged and kissed Rosie gave him good night and returned
with Patience small.
- Lower as is asleep - said Mevrouw ter Katte -. Do not bother to change
clothes tonight - he smiled at Patience.
Patience Rosie took them back up. He wanted to enjoy the day free hours
would be fun to go out and explore the city with the sister of the doctor.
The girl bathed small, he lay down and waited for him to sleep, what
happened in minutes, before going to his bedroom to get ready: one or two hours
with van der Beek would be sufficient reward for their active day. But he had not
yet arrived.

- Julius has gone home - explained Mevrouw ter Katte while taking sherry -.
Tomorrow have to go very early to the hospital in Amsterdam. In addition, many
friends here and wanted to visit. After all, it will be very soon.
So he would return to England before her. Patience would be at your service,
which replanteaba the question of what would happen to her aunts. It was assumed
that the return Chiswick Miss Murch and the house would be closed, but had not
yet met the six months rent. At least, the rent charged before returning to relist the
house.
- I hope Mr. van der Beek be pleased to see his friends again - Patience said.
- He loves his home; we grew up there and my husband and I go very often. A
marriage cares when he is not here. Sometimes it seems that Julius would like to
live there all the time. That will be the best home when she marries. You can come
and go easily from England, as it has to travel a lot due to work.
The unique aspect of the conversation I heard Patience was relating to
marriage it. Do Marijke meant he planned to marry, or only spoke in general
terms? Patience wanted to know, but dared not ask.
In the morning, Mevrouw ter Katte kept his Speech Word a. Patience had
already dressed and given their breakfast at Rosie, when the woman entered the
room of the girl.
- I feel fine - said as had the child in her lap - Juffrouw Witte will now be
made by Rosie for an hour or two and you and I are going together. Domus, our
gardener, take us in the car and I'll show den Haag.
They were not directly to the city, as Mevrouw ter Katte Patience told he
could go there by tram when he wanted to see the shops, the Binnenhof, the
Mauritshuis and any other museum. Instead, Domus carried them to the sea,

driving slowly to Patience could see everything: the Kurhaus, with its huge section
of shopping and entertainment center, hotels and the wide beach. At the other end
was fishers Bay fishing boats anchored behind the breakwater and ferry terminals.
There were one or two women dressed in traditional costumes consisting in black
skirts, shawls and small white caps; were mostly older women, younger preferred
as modern dresses.
Then they went to Wassenaar and stopped for coffee at the Auberge de
Kieviet, which seemed an inn, but Patience suspected that was elegant and
expensive. Then they resumed their journey Schveningen to Kijkduin where, he
told Mevrouw ter Katte, came in the summer and it was a lot quieter than
Scheveningen site. She added, heartbroken, it was time to return.
- Rinus come to lunch today, their offices are in town and unless you are in
court, always comes home.
Nearby, there were gardens. Patience became one Rosie after eating, and the
rest of the day passed quickly. She had to run down, but was careful not to go to
the room until a few minutes before the meal. Do not think it was right that the
nannies eat with the family, although he was not sure of it and there was nobody to
ask. Anyway, I do not want a drink, knowing that he would take the food. The next
day, if there was a chance, I would suggest that if it was not too much trouble, I'd
rather eat in the huge room of Rosie. Patience could argue that this would be with
the girl when she woke from her nap.

They spent three days. His routine was so similar to Chiswick Patience
sometimes forgot I was in Holland. The issue of food had been easily resolved, as

Katte ter went out to eat with friends. Mevrouw ter Katte had expressed his wish
that Patience down to eat at the dining room, but it was noted that there was no
need to give the maid Juffrouw Witte and additional work, and she preferred to be
close to Rosie. The next night the visited some old friends who stayed for dinner.
Although he had little time for her, he loved Rosie and enjoyed taking care;
the surroundings were nice and when I had time available, try shopping. He did not
dare to buy much, just the necessary things, but seeing the windows was a pleasant
pastime.
One day down the stairs with Rosie in her arms, adorned for her morning
walk when Mevrouw ter Katte left the room together with van der Beek.
- Here is Julius. He came to ll eva ros for a ride in the car.
Rosie got off the arms of the young and headed for his uncle, very happy.
Patience, standing on the top step, hoped his joy at seeing was not as evident as
small. Then he said quietly:
- Good morning, Mr. van Beek give.
- Good morning, Patience. Rather you call me Julius, after all, you are no
longer my employee.
He spoke casually, as if there were a major issue for him.
- Oh no, of course not ... well, Julius.
- That's better. Are we going?
She sat in the backseat with Rosie, making it difficult conversation. Anyway
the voice of the girl was unnecessary talk. Patience wondered where they would
go, because once he left the city plunged by a very narrow road leading to a
country lane. There were many cows and, in the distance, a windmill and the tower

of a church was visible. Was a Dutch landscape, reflected Patience. Then, the road
led to a wooded area, but with traces of water.
- Son lakes - reported Julius -. Drain into the old Rhine.
She recalled the map of Holland who had studied so assiduously before
leaving England.
- Between Aalsmeer and Alphen - aan - der - Rijn? - He dared to suggest.
- That's right.
The doctor drove along the lake, now a quiet stretch of water bordered by
trees. Julius was admitted by a road leading away next to a village formed by a
group of small houses, white walls and red roofs stood. In the center a church and a
shop were.
Julius said:
- Is Rijnten.
They continued their journey through the village, following the path until a
grove. There was a partition wall, pierced by a high wrought-iron gate was open.
He drove through the opening and down a narrow path lined with thick bushes
ending in a large area, in front of a large house. Its walls were white with blue slate
roof gable and many windows. At the end of two flights of stairs was an open door,
a window fan on it.
- Whose house is this? - Patience asked, looking through the car window.
- It's mine. Then it will belong to my son and then his. It is the family home.
He got out of the car and opened the door for Patience to bring Rosie. He put
his niece under one arm and held her other hand to the young. It was a large and

steady hand. The contact made her insides shake off the girl. He did not let go right
away, but kept shaking it as he watched so that he ask:
- What happen? Is something wrong?
- On the contrary, everything is fine. Come to the house, where coffee is
waiting for us and all occupants are willing to pamper Rosie.
They climbed the stairs and Dobbs showed up when they reached the door.
- Is Dobbs - van der Beek said, and laughed when Patience stared with open
mouth -. Is Dobbs brother! Then I'll explain. Dobbs, I present Miss Martin; Rosie
and you know it.
Dobbs or smiled broadly, picked her Rosie, and answered:
- Sure, and I'm delighted to see her again.
- You Take her to see Mrs. Dobbs, will you? We would like to have coffee in
the room.
Patience was conducted through the spacious hall and through double
mahogany doors to a large room with long narrow windows and a door to the
garden. The door was open and she entered two dogs; large furry animals carrying
the huge open mouth showing its fearsome sharp teeth.
- Son Josh and Lulabelle - said Julius -. They are shepherds, mother and son.
The animals approached her and looked at her with his yellow eyes. Patience
gave patted their heads.
- They look very fierce.
- And they are, but never hurt to theirs and will die fighting to protect. You
must not fear them, Patience.

- There is nothing like Basil ...

- No - he said laughing -. But when you come to live here, accept it as they
have accepted Tuft - drew a small spotted cat was asleep in an armchair.
- Why do you call Tuft ?
- Well, when they found was so small it looked like a lock of hair - he pointed
to a chair -. Sit, coffee does not take a minute.
He sat near her and the dogs were laid one on each side of him. Patience took
a moment to look around. It was a beautiful room, she guessed that he could be
described as magnificent. There were books and papers scattered in small tables
and vases of flowers. The furniture was old and well polished. The chairs were
covered with brocade or velvet in various shades of red, which matched the
curtains on the windows. The walls were covered with cream-colored paper. There
were several paintings in antique frames, and a great showcase.
Van der Beek, who had been watching, asked:
- Well?
- It is very beautiful. I thought your house in Chiswick was nice, but it ... now
I know what you mean when you say that this is the family home - paused -. Do
you think cum to live here forever?
He watched as she poured coffee tray that Dobbs had brought.
- Yup; rather than live most of the year in Chiswick and come here a few
months, I will live here and go to England once or twice a month. Murch Miss
Dobbs and remain in Chiswick, naturally. I have no intention of leaving my house
there.

She wanted to ask why r Rijnsten wanted to live, though he could guess. She
would marry ... I had told him that the house had passed from father to son and he
wanted a son to inherit time. Patience had never been hoping that the doctor is in
love with her, even she liked. But invaded sadness at the thought of his marriage.
What would a beautiful girl, an elegant and beautiful woman deserved to host this
beautiful old house ...
- I suppose you have many patients in the Netherlands?
- Have beds in hospitals den Haag, Rotterdam and Amsterdam. Also
occasionally seen Utrecht and Groningen - he spent his cup to serve him more
coffee -. Want to see something from home? Rosie can stay with Dobbs. I'll take
you back in time for dinner.
She would be all day in the company of Julius. There was no worry about the
future, and would deal with it at the time. Should enjoy every moment of this.
They wandered through the house together; were the dining room and a small
lounge where Patience is pictured sitting, knitting or sewing. Then they went to the
library, where there was a move in the corner that led to a small gallery staircase.
In their study had a large desk covered with papers. And by the study, a pool hall.
After visiting the interior of the house, Julius led to the gardens. A Patience
loved the mansion and gardens. They had been through another door and were at
the center of what soon would be a splendid rose garden when hasty footsteps
made them back. A girl came through the gate ... no, Patience corrected herself,
she was a woman. A very lovely woman with black hair and perfect features.
Approaching them, Patience had time to observe their clothing, a clear sign of
simplicity of haute couture.

- Julius! - The woman stopped in front of him, ignoring Patience, and threw
her arms around his neck.
Patience could not hear what the woman said, but it was obvious that he knew
Julius.
Van der Beek was separated from the young man with his inscrutable
countenance quietly.
- Hello, Sylvia, this is an unexpected pleasure. Patience, I present Mevrouw
van Teulle, she's Martin Patience.
She held out her hand that was narrowed slightly before being ignored.
- Julius, why did not you tell me you were coming? But since you are here,
we go to dinner ... tonight?
- I'll be here a short time, most of which I will spend working. I fear it will not
be possible to go out to dinner.
Mevrouw van Teule looked at Patience.
- So what's she doing here? - He asked, speaking in English.
His eyes were blue ice, but answered with cold politeness.
- Patience is with Marijke, taking care of Rosie, because his nanny is sick.
- Oh, one ... how do you say? - Looked at Patience, who formally replied.
- Nanny.
A small sound escaped his lips van der Beek, but all that was said softly:
- Rosie hungry, we go home.
- I'll stay for dinner - said Mevrouw van Teule - so you have someone to talk
to - he smiled charmingly.

- We will be happy, but I must warn you that I need you to give me
conversation. Rosie is extremely talkative.
- The girl eats with her nanny, is not it?
- No - his tone was friendly -. Rosie eats with his family. It will sit between
Patience and me. And we will give the food between the two.
- Marijke has always had very modern ideas - he said -. I personally believe
that children should remain with their nannies until they are old enough to behave
properly.
Van der Beek did not continue addressing the issue, but led his invited back to
the house and the room where offered sherry and began a polite conversation and
light, until Dobbs was to say that the food was served.
- Rosie is already seated. Mrs. Dobbs is sustaining it.
- Splendid, Dobbs. Kindly put another dish Mevrouw van Teule. He will eat
with us.
A young woman wearing a simple dress and white apron was standing next to
the chair of Rosie. Van der Beek said:
- Ah, Patience, she is Ans, one of the helpers of Mrs. Dobbs - spoke
something with the maid, who smiled, shook hands proffered young, nodding
cheerfully, and walked away.
Patience sat next to Rosie, who never stopped talking while the girl nodded,
but without understanding a word. Julius sat at the head of the table and invited her
side, facing Patience. All maintained a constant conversation, though
inconsequential.

The food, Patience thought as he fed the little, would not be what was
expected.

CHAPTER 8
V an der Beek was a perfect host. He strained to listen with apparent interest
that Mevrouw van Teule told while at the same time participating in the rather onesided conversation Rosie and Patience. Mevrouw Rosie ignored. Also ignored
dogs, none of which made any move toward her, but sat next to each other away
from the woman during the meal, without producing sounds, but directing his
yellow eyes Patience occasionally, with tongues lolling in what she considered
them friendly smiles.
Patience had no intention of saying anything for food, having no object to
compete with another woman. When Julius spoke to him kindly answered, but
refrained from making any own commentary, limited to his conversation with
Rosie, bothers, frowned at the guest of his uncle, without ceasing to speak between
bites .
- Do not never stops talking that girl? - Asked sourly Mevrouw van Teule
Patience, annoyed that he had not monopolized the attention of Julius.
- Well - he explained Patience with caution - it is still very small and has just
discovered how much fun it is to talk. It is a so happy and funny girl ...
Mevrouw van Teule shrugged his elegant shoulders.
- I guess if you make your living babysitting, you have to like - he laughed -.
It stands to reason, right?
- Yes - Patience replied coldly -. Children are lovely, but to understand them
we must spend time with them.
Patience's smile was pleasant, and van der Beek laughed. Then he bent down,
lifted Rosie from his seat, put on his knee and offered her a sweet grabbed a plate
that was on the table. Mevrouw van Teule made an impatient noise and Patience

looked at her beautiful eyes. Then he thought that woman could change if he were
to marry Julius, if you truly loved ... Though somewhat unlikely, he reflected, in a
fit of jealousy.
After dinner, said:
- Usually, Rosie's nap, is there a room where you can lie? I'll stay with her.
A Patience did not like the idea of leaving them alone, but his instinct told
him that was what he wanted Mevrouw van Teule. Although it seemed that Julius
was not of the same opinion.
- You can go to bed a little earlier he d ijo -. The take home gardener. There I
have a surprise ... a donkey to ride him.
Then he turned to Mevrouw van Teule.
- Do we forgive, Sylvia? It's the only time I have free and must return to work
in Amsterdam tonight.
She smiled lovely melancholy.
- Oh, Julius, expect us to spend some time together. When you return to
England?
- That depends on my patients - he looked Patience - .Quieres ring the bell
which is next to the fireplace, please? Dobbs will tell you where you can change
clothes Rose, I'll wait you here.
- Okay - said Patience, and said goodbye to the other woman before s parting
with Dobbs, who showed them a good fitted wardrobe hidden by a staircase.
The girl said I should scold Rosie for refusing to look at Mevrouw van Teule
and having taken the language when they took her.
But it did not.

When back on the hall, they found Julius sitting at a table, lost in thought. He
stood up to see them go.
- Girls who stick their tongue out to the guests do not deserve gifts - spoke
English, and Rosie blew a kiss and smiled.
- I was hoping no one had seen - Patience said -. I wish scold, but do not
know enough Dutch.
- Leave it to me - put Rosie on the table and said something that no tio
Patience entend. But he should not be severe, because the small kissed.
There was no indication of Mevrouw van Teule and Patience wondered what
would have spoken before she left. Van der Beek looked pleased, perhaps had
made an appointment, after all ...
He led them back through the side door, beyond the outer house, down a
corridor that ended in a high brick gate overlooking the kitchen garden, an
incredibly neat place, with rows of vegetables. There were trees, apple, pear and
plum trees. A Patience would have liked to stay there, but Julius went to another
door, which overlooked a courtyard at the other end of which was a small house,
whose chimney smoke coming. Then they saw two horses and a small donkey
toward them.
Van der Beek and Patience stopped to look at animals.
- You know riding? - Asked van der Beek.
- I do not do since my parents died. He had a pony. What are their names?
- Jess and Csar . Jess is a very gentle mare, unable to bear my weight.
Marijke mounts when you stay here.
- And Caesar 's yours?

- Yes. I thought Rosie would like to name the donkey, a few days that I have
done.
- Do not have a name?
- I found they brought to the slaughter.
- Poor little creature! You are very kind, Julius - regarded him with great
affection -. Now the donkey will be happy the rest of his life.
He made no further comment, but some sugar lumps pocket and pulled a
carrot. The horses got their sugar and Rosie, armed with carrot and safe in the arms
of his uncle, he offered the donkey.
- It's so pretty! - Patience and Rosie nodded said:
- Nice, nice, nice.
- So be called "Bonito". Here comes Jon with the chair.
The donkey had never had a saddle on its back, and neither had ridden a little
person, but did not object and stood still while Rosie sat on it and then walked
slowly around the field with his uncle aside and Patience other, followed by Jon
and horses. Then van der Beek said:
- That's enough for today, Jon. You ensllalo a while every day, will you?
Make him ride one of your children a while to come back when Rosie is used.
Then he paused to translate for Patience what he had said, spoke a few
minutes with the employee and then watched Bonito and his two companions
walked away. Rosie also watched them go and then began to mourn, for he
believed he could be Bonito home.
Patience picked her.

- Honey, Bonito has to have tea and go to bed the same as you. Soon you will
return and Uncle Julius lets you mount it - all that was said in English, but
strangely, Rosie had no difficulty understanding it.
- The worst thing is - he watched Uncle Julius - that morning back to England.
Patience turned, pressing against each other to Rosie.
- Tomorrow? I thought you'd be here longer ... only took one week ...
He stared a moment.
- Come on, come on, perhaps you will import is not here, Patience?
- No, no, of course not, why should I care? - Refused to look at him as he
spoke -. You were going to say something Dobbs and his brother.
He accepted with apparent indifference the change of subject.
- That's right. It's a really simple story. My grandmother left me to die
Chiswick House. Dobbs was her chauffeur for years and I would not fire him and
hire him. Then I hired the Miss Murch as a housekeeper. The two get along very
well ... Well, the fact is that Dobbs had a twin brother who was looking for work,
and I hired to look after the house. Soon, she married my cook; a very romantic
story, I must admit.
- What will Dobbs if you come to live here?
- I hope Murch marry the lady. They can stay for house sitters London,
because although I come live here I have to go very often to England.
She knew nothing of him, thought Patience as they walked slowly back to the
house.
He knew where he lived and what he did, but in fact did not know what kind
of person he was, how he thought, what he wanted in life, if someone loved him ...

Also, Julius did not like talking about himself. Although, what mattered to her all
that?
Do not see him again. Return to England when you no longer need the Katte
ter, and would never be crossed in the life of Julius ...
- You are very thoughtful - he observed, when they arrived at the house -.
Need a cup of tea. We'll take the room. Go to change clothes to Rosie, while I take
the dogs.
The two went back through the side door. He walked about the room was
behind the kitchen, with dogs on her heels while she went to the lobby and
wardrobe room, where he changed clothes to Rosie. Then, Patience looked in the
mirror, depressed. She could never compete with Mevrouw van Teule, and should
stop illusions. Julius never notice her.
A resolution was implemented so strictly that he decided it was not the right
time to suggest, with suitable vagueness, some ideas that had happened ...
l hinted no thought for tea, intended to please the little Rosie, although there
were also sandwiches for the elderly and a fruitcake, prepared according to the
recipe for Miss Murch.
Then Rosie went with his uncle to say goodnight to Mrs. Dobbs, leaving
Patience free to look around. It was clear that van der Beek was a very rich man.
Another good reason for her to forget it as soon as possible.

Rosie sat in the lap of Patience when they returned to den Haag in the car,
half asleep, waking occasionally to discuss the day's events. But van der Beek
silent, like Patience, who spoke only to answer the questions of the girl.
When they reached the house, Patience took Rosie to her room to take his
jacket and then back down to the girl goodbye to his parents before dinner.
Julius was about to leave. He was talking to his sister and Rinus in the lobby
but looked when she reached the foot of the stairs and down the hall to stop before
the doctor.
- It was a very nice day - he said quietly.
Then he bent and kissed Patience. No one had kissed like that before. There
was only received quick rubbing his cheek that meant nothing to her, but Julius
was something different. Rather like an electric shock, he thought pleased. Since
then, he should have much practice with women so beautiful as Sylvia van Teule,
who would have known that kiss graciously accept. But she froze, staring at his
face, mouth slightly open. It would have helped a lot to him to make some
inconsequential comment, thought, but only looked a long time and returned with
her sister.
Then he left the house. Not even said goodbye.
Patience, after the girl was saying goodbye to his parents, came back up with
Rosie to bathe her and give dinner.
- Sing me a song - asked Rosie, fragrant, after taking a bath and be
accommodated in his bed. Patience sang with rather shaky voice, because I wanted
to mourn.

- It's a shame - Marijke observed during dinner - that Julius had to return. He
had planned to stay here for a few days. I wonder why there will be returned to
Chiswick. What I've been through, Patience? There was a donkey, right? Rosie
was amused riding?
- A Lot Of. Was not afraid, and cried a lot when we returned home.
- Did you eat well?
- Yes, it's a very good girl.
- Only You stand you three?
- No, it was also a lady, Mevrouw van Teule, who stayed for lunch.
- Sylvia van Teule. Has fixed claws Julius. She is a widow and is eager to
remarry. A Rosie does not like. Will he misbehaved with her?
- No, no.
- Bah! - Said Marijke -. He does not like small children, but is very pretty and
elegant.
Patience agreed, wanting cruelly Satan take her. Although not really care.
Julius was gone and I had no interest in your future.
In the following days was not mentioned at all the doctor. Patience had erased
from his mind ... just that it tended to reappear.
She concentrated on being a good babysitter. He loved Rosie and took great
affection for Katte ter. Although not had much spare time, I had a whole day to her
when her parents took Rosie to Utrecht to visit the parents of Rinus. Since I had
some money, went shopping, thinking that this might be their only chance to buy
gifts for aunts, something appropriate for Mrs. Dodge and perhaps for Miss Murch.

It was Bijenkorf, where he spent a very pleasant hour touring the many shops,
choosing scarves for her aunts, a windmill toy for Mrs. Dodge, who liked to put
ornaments on the mantelpiece, and a bottle of cologne Boldoot for Miss Murch.
We also stopped for coffee as available all day, and then wandered through one of
the stores to look elegant clothes. I was watching an evening gown that was in a
shop window, when the shop door opened and out came Mevrouw van Teule. As
soon as I saw Patience was smiling stopped.
- Need help? - Said cheerfully -. Have the day off? - Then looked packages
Bijenkorf and his smile turned mocking -. Been shopping? Sure, you'll have to
bring gifts home. Bijenkorf is a good shop for those things, especially if you do not
have much money. Have some time? - He asked, after a pause -. Will not you join
me for a cup of coffee? I'm sick to prove clothing and need to rest a little. Nearby
there is a cafeteria.
It was hard to refuse without being rude. Patience accompanied the end of the
warehouse where a stylish caf. They sat at a table in a room with pink shades,
curtains drawn and a thick carpet.
- Pastel want? - Asked Mevrouw van Teule -. I dare not eat it - was slightly
mischievous smile -. But in your case it will not matter, you have no figure.
Patience, which had a nice and shapely body, said casually:
- Well, I need not go on a diet, but still will not take the cake, thanks.
- How did you meet Mr. van der Beek? - Asked Mevrouw van Teule -.
Perhaps through his sister.
- No, I worked for him in England.
Mevrouw van Teule eyes widened.

- For real? He said nothing. You were part of the staff of your home?
- Yup.
- Of course! - She smiled sweetly -. I find out everything about you when you
return Joules. He does not like to be away from me for a long time, so we want to
live in the Netherlands. I do not like England, and London does not interest me
much, though some of his clothing stores are excellent and Harrods is a splendid
place. I would say that you do not shop there.
- No - Patience spoke calmly, wondering how this woman could escape. Your
view wandered to a clock on the wall and said:
- Heavens! What is late! I promised Juffrouw Witte be back in time for
dinner. I'll take the tram terminal Lange Vooruit - he managed to smile and said: Thanks for the coffee.
- Go Run - said Mevrouw van Teule in a condescending tone that irritated
Patience -. It was a pleasure meeting you. I'll tell to Joules ... ie Mr. van der Beek.
Patience went, knowing that the woman was watching, criticizing his attire,
makeup and hair. He ran to the tram, but did not intend to address it. He would
have preferred not to hear what the woman had said about Julius, he would return
to her. Is it true that he did not like being far from it ?, he asked. It was hard to
know what he thought, because I never used to talk about himself.
As far enough away from the stores where I had left the other woman was
found, he spent a happy hour at the Mauritshuis, watching the Rembrandts,
Vermeeers and various pictures of other famous Dutch painters.
He forgot to eat but the tea Juffrouw Witte had prepared for him when he got
home, he made up for everything.

Love ought to have it removed appetite, reflected, while consuming

sandwiches, toast with butter and delicious cakes and pastries. Maybe he was not
in love, but infatuated. Although he knew that was not true.
He was glad that then go home and Rosie the Katte ter, because it was starting
to get depressed.

Several days later, Mevrouw ter Katte out of the room while wearing Patience
Rosie's room games after his morning walk.
- Patience, want to leave Rosie with Juffrouw Witte? I want to talk to you. It
is still too early to eat and can go to the kitchen when you leave the room Juffrouw
Witte.
Patience came back down.
- Okay, but Rosie need to do a couple of things. I'll deal with that first and
come back down ... would you mind waiting five minutes?
- Yes, yes, of course. Come to the room when you're ready.
Patience thought his days in that house were over. After switching to Rosie
took her to the kitchen and returned to the room.
Mevrouw ter Katte patted the couch.
- Watch Patience, Rinus has been in the hospital and seen the nanny. Whether
it is fully restored, only went to the hospital for an exam before returning to work.
He'll be here on Friday. Would you like to return to England on Saturday, Rinus is
responsible for buying tickets?

- I'm glad that the nanny is good. A Rosie will love her. Would not you rather
I returned to England on Friday, before it reaches the nanny? I would love to meet
you, but I wonder if it would be easier to understand if Rosie does not see us
together. So if bizarre my absence, will your nanny to comfort and give
explanations ... anyway we have been together a short time and soon forget me.
Can I tell your nanny coming back?
- Did you mean?
- Oh yeah. We understand very well - he smiled at Mevrouw ter Katte, who
seemed uneasy -. I enjoyed taking care of Rosie, and I knew it was time when I
accepted.
- Are not you moved?
- No way. I must return to my aunts house, I can not leave them alone for
long.
She felt relief in the face of his interlocutor.
- We were pleased your stay here, Patience, and are very grateful. I think it's a
good idea to go back to England before the nanny again, for the sake of Rosie. She
has you much affection.
- Yes. And she wants her nanny. He was very glad to see her again.
- Do not you? Are you going to look for another job?
- Well, for the time being. I live with my aunts and care of the house. I'm
taking some time off.
- Your aunts are in the mansion rented Julius, right?
- When returning the leave. The Murch Miss Chiswick again and I hope the
house is put up for sale as soon as you finish the six months rent.

- I am very pleased - said Mevrouw ter Katte, glad to have resolved the
situation - and now you will not entertain more. I'm sure Rosie and want dinner. I
look forward to the birth of the child, to take care of everything again. Generally, I
am very active.
- Well, just a few weeks away, right? I think expecting a boy.
- It's true. If ever you return to Holland, Patience, you must come and see us.
- Of course I will - said the girl, knowing that his chances were slim again -. I
go for Rosie.
Mevrouw ter Katte nodded.
- Rinus will purchase your ticket. Want to ask Juffrouw Witte come, please?

With Rosie clothed and asleep in her bed, Patience went to his bedroom,
where he sat down to think. I'd have to pack the next day, which would be easy
because I had bought a few things, while in den Haag. Write to her aunts in the
morning. Telefonearlas did not object because they did not hear well. He hoped the
Miss Murch did not care to have them one more night as he opened the small
house and doing some shopping. He should make a list of everything you buy and
need money. She grabbed her purse and counted the contents. I did not know if she
would pay her passage, but if I had to pay, he would still be a respectable amount.
He found a pen and paper and the task of ordering their bonds began; perhaps had
enough money to live until the house is sold or rented again.
On Friday morning everything was ready for the journey. Mijnheer ter Katte
had decided it would be easier for her to fly back and had reserved a seat on the

last flight in the morning. Thus, he explained, he could get home in the afternoon.
he himself would take her in his car at Schiphol. The man gave him an envelope
with the passage; when he opened it there was money inside, enough to pay for the
train trip to Norfolk and the trip to London from Heathrow.
- When you get home, call us so we know that everything went well, right?
His concern for her touched her.
- Yes, of course. I'll be home at teatime.
Then he retired to finish to pack and peek inside the small package Mevrouw
ter Katte had given him. It was a pendant with a gold chain; within the pendant was
a picture of Rosie. Patience felt like mourn, but had no time to do so. He returned
downstairs where everyone gathered to say goodbye. He could smile politely,
shake hands and hug Rosie, who, unaware of what was happening, kissed between
abundant giggles.
- Come back and visit, Patience - said Mevrouw ter Katte, kissing too.
- I would love to return one day - added the young.
Soon they were at Schiphol. Pati e nce goodbye to Mijnheer ter Katte and
headed for the office, without turning. He drank coffee they offered on board, read
the pamphlets inside out and tried not to look out the window to the Netherlands
who stayed behind. Not see her again, and as Julius would live there, nor would
see him.
His suitcase was the first and, at the office, merely indicate that happen. She
emerged a plethora reception and the first person he saw was van der Beek.
Unlike her, he showed no surprise, only just took the suitcase in one hand, her
arm with the other and lead her outside, toward the Bentley.

- One moment - said Patience, dominating the pleasure he had caused her
view -. I'm going home ... no need ...
- Login - van der Beek said in a tone that did not accept negative -. I wanted
to go look, but I had to make an urgent operation. Rinus told me they would travel
online. I'll take Themelswick.
He had no choice, a gentle push from behind the transaction had been
consummated, but still protested.
- I hope to be home around tea time ... no need to bother ... He was placed
beside her.
- Not nuisance. Anyway I have to go talk with Miss Murch. Put on your seat
belt, Patience.
The girl did as she asked, feeling that the situation was a little out of control,
but it was important not discuss yet. l had already left the airport, heading for the
road. It was calm, angry, and while pleased with the happiness I have seen.
On leaving the motorway at Saint Albans direction of Ware, he spoke for the
first time, breaking a long silence:
- Talk to lunch.
North of Newmarcket took a side road and stopped the car in Nlildenhall,
where there was a nice restaurant, comfortable and quiet. The food was excellent
and Patience decided to control his curiosity and enjoy the moment. There would
be time to ask questions.
But when they returned to the car, he remembered that he had said he would
give explanations as they ate, something that had not happened. Then he said
sharply:

- You were going to explain something ...

- Have not I done? - He asked innocently -. You better not tell you while I
drive, because when I tell you, I see you in the face.
She looked up and saw his profile; he was very serious. There was no point
bothering him. Anyway traveling at the speed they would be Themelswick in just
over an hour. She remained quiet, watching the landscape, while unpleasant
thoughts about Mevrouw van Teule circulating in your head.
Suddenly his joy to be with Julius faded; of course, he had not gone to
Heathrow especially to take her back ... perhaps had not said I was going there
because I had to talk to his housekeeper?
Patience smiled involuntarily as he front of the house stopped. It was obvious
that someone had devoted much work flowerbeds and the grass was neatly.
Van der Beek got out and went to open the door for her to come out.
- Go, go see your aunts - he said -. Then I go.
Then he retired to take the suitcase from the trunk. Patience ran into Miss
Murch, who left the house at the time.
- Good afternoon, Patience - said the housekeeper with kindness -. Your aunts
are in the room. I'll take tea in a few minutes.
- Thank you, Miss Murch. What is it?
- Okay, thanks. And I am delighted at the prospect of finally returning to
Chiswick.
"Well, at least one person is pleased to go" Patience thought as he entered the
room and headed to see his aunts.
Her aunts were very happy to see her.

- Dear Patience - observed Aunt Bessy - you look great and are more plump. I
always thought that you feel good to be plump. If you were pregnant would be
gorgeous ... - he looked over the shoulder of Patience -. Ah, Mr. van der Beek, I
am very glad to see him again.
Patience leaned over Aunt Polly. Had heard the comment Julius Aunt Bessy?
She hoped not.
Nothing in his attitude indicated that he had heard.
- Will it be you some day? - Asked Aunt Bessy -. We would very much like it
did - then went to Patience -. Serve tea, will you, dear? I'm sure Mr. van der Beek
will apetecer a cup.
He sat between two old and heard Patience answer questions they will
formulated: had attended many parties? Was there a good theater in den Haag?
What people had known?
She answered carefully, not to mention even once that had been working
nanny. Then Aunt Polly asked again:
- Will you stay, Mr van der Beek?
- I'm afraid not. I have to go back to Holland tonight.
Patience put his cup down.
- Forever? - He asked.
- No. This is a quick tour ... it's a personal matter.
Fear and grief Patience is again made bold:
Naturally. I found Mevrouw van den Haag Teule in. We had coffee together
and he said he would come back as soon as they could. It must be hard for you to

be apart. It is a pity that she did not like London, but of course if you live in the
Netherlands, it does not matter, right?
He looked thoughtful, with funny look.
- No, it does not matter at all - I stood -. I have to go - said goodbye to the old
and turned to the young to ask -: Come with me to the door, please Patience - when
they were alone told - Do not have time to explain anything now, but back.
- Not required - she said firmly. Having said that, did not care what happened
now -. No need to meet again.
He stood for a moment watching her face and she stared back without
hesitation, but had his hands tense.
Julius laughed and walked to his car. Patience closed the door slowly. Never
see him again.

CHAPTER 9
P atience returned to the room and poured more tea to her aunts.
- He's a lovely man - said Aunt Bessy -. It's a shame that he could not stay. No
doubt he has a very active life. Have not you said that you will return to Holland
tonight? It must be a very urgent matter.
- Very Urgent - Patience so strongly reaffirmed that the two ladies looked at
extraadas.
- You must be tired, dear - said Aunt Polly -. You have made a long journey
... It is strange to think that this morning were in Holland.
Then, Patience went looking for the Miss Murch to thank you for the tea and
tell him he was going into town.
- I have to clean the house for the return of my aunts. And takes several weeks
closed, it is necessary to ventilate and make beds.
The Murch young lady, who was in the kitchen selecting currants, disagreed
with her.
- You have here a ready room. Go to town tomorrow, if you want, but tonight
sleep comfortably here and have a good dinner before going to bed. Besides, what
your aunts think if you go immediately after coming?
So Patience took what I needed for the night and returned to the room where
your aunts recounted the events that had occurred in the village since she left. They
did not stop talking all evening, or during dinner, so that Patience was relieved
when they went to bed.

She was tired. It had been a long day and had had a terrible end ... His
discussion with Julius. No longer see him again, and over they had separated on
bad terms. Although very tired, long before sleep.
He woke up at midnight and had the luxury of wanting mourn before going
back to sleep.

After breakfast, he installed his aunts in the room. He was about to leave
when Mr. Bennett, driving a car as old as he came to the house.
- Ah, dear Patience. Do you you have to leave? I must ask you to wait a little,
because I have something to tell you. This is good news.
- Do not want to talk to my aunts? - Patience said, as he led the newcomer to
the interior -. I go to the small house, I have to clean up a bit before we return to
settle there.
- No need to do that, dear. At least for now. There is a buyer for the house.
The transaction was made on expiry of the lease time Mr. van der Beek. l has
expressed the wish that until then your aunts remain here.
- There are still several weeks ...
- That's right.
- Who is the new owner? Do you agree with the conditions? - Asked Patience.
- Yes. Soon will contact you, while Mr. van der Beek not want the house is
empty. He wants you to stay here until the house changes hands.
- And regarding Miss Murch, his housekeeper?

- He will return to his London home. Perhaps Mrs. Dodge wants to stay here
for now. I must say that I've gotten a good price for the house. If you know invest
capital, your aunts will not have financial problems for the rest of his life - he
added politely - that seems to me the most important aspect of the situation.
- Yes, yes - she replied, feeling guilty -. I'm happy for them and I do not want
that anymore. I appreciate it very much, Mr. Bennett. Do you think I look for a
house for my aunts think? I mean ... to them has never liked the small house and
now they have money may want to find something more to your liking ... There
will be time to do before we get out of here?
- Hard to say. I suggest you leave it at that for the moment ...
- Very well. Anyway, I think I'll go to town every day to ventilate the house
and clean her a bit, if we have to return to it as we seek something better.
Mr. Bennett, after considering some idea, agreed. Patience told him to go to
the room to see his aunt while she went to make coffee. In the kitchen, he asked:
- Do you think this house has been sold knew, Miss Murch? My aunts are
going to stay here until the new owner moves.
The Miss Murch put coffee in the tray before answering:
- I know. Mrs. Dodge is coming to take over all ...
- When are you going?
- Tomorrow - his stern features drew a smile.
- Dobbs rejoice - Patience said.
- Of course. I must tell you I am willing to return, I live in a civilized place
where, in addition, there is a decent butcher.

Patience did not say anything, just simply carry the tray with coffee to the
room, where he found Mr. Bennett striving to make aunts understand something of
their new situation. They listened politely, but he interrupted occasionally to talk
about something very different, so Patience intervened, saying:
- Do not worry, Mr. Bennett, I'll explain. For when we leave here, they have
become accustomed to the idea.
Then he accompanied him to the door.
- You have no idea when we visit the new owner? - She asked -. We will have
to sign some papers.
- Yes, I'm ready, just that these things take time. When contracts are made I
will bring to your aunts sign. The house is in your name, is not it?
- Yes - Patience said, nodding.
Mr. Bennett boarded his car and started the engine with caution. Patience I
waved goodbye before he entered the road. The man wore many years managing
the financial affairs of his aunts and she liked him.
Patience spent the day helping Murch lady to pack, and listening to their
advice on the best way to rule the house.
- I know it's coming Mrs. Dodge - Murch said Miss - but this is a house that
needs a lot of care.
Patience muttered something unintelligible. Mrs. Dodge, although not a great
cook and was unaware of the London customs, would be an excellent housekeeper.
Could be good for the new owner retained. The woman was widowed some years
and life had not been easy for her. Her ramshackle little house was in worse

condition than that in which Patience and aunts had lived. He would tell the new
owner when the time was right.
Who was the buyer? Would family? I hoped so, because the house was too
big for one person. Although Mr van der Beek had lived alone there, except for the
company of Miss Murch, was writing a scholarly book that required special
loneliness ... The girl started pulling the austere dresses lady's wardrobe Murch,
reminding herself that should stop thinking about him. Did not he had turned his
life? So, why should not he out of his mind too?

The next morning he went to town. The small house seemed more
uncomfortable than ever. When he entered, he felt wet, cold and airless. He toured
the small rooms quickly and decided to return to bid farewell to Miss Murch.
- Please send my regards to Dobbs - Patience said as they shook hands -. It
was very attentive to me when I was in Chiswick - fired the housekeeper waving
his hand until the taxi was out of sight.
Mrs. Dodge arrived the next morning. She knew little more than Patience
about the situation, but was thrilled to have a job, albeit temporary, for he had a
very low pension that did not give to live.
Later, armed with a big bag full of cleaners and wearing a dress that had seen
better days, was a small house in the village.
She was glad to have something to do, because that could keep your mind
away from sad thoughts. Patience opened the windows, washed the curtains and
began to clean up, determined to make the small house into a home.

She began working with energy and devoted several days to renew the small
house. He cleaned, carpets and arranged shook the small garden.
For weekends there was much to do. I still had no news of the new owner so I
could not fill the pantry or making beds, but there was a task which itself could
undertake. On the small landing had access to the attic where the girl had kept the
heavy, old trunks of her aunts when they moved into the house. These contained
various personal belongings of the elderly who had considered inappropriate or
unnecessary in the small house, but Aunt Bessy had expressed to have some photos
by hand. Patience had remembered leather frame were very heavy and contained
pictures of distant relatives, most died long ago. For some reason, Aunt Bessy
wanted to re-examine and Patience thought it was the right time to look for them.
He had done that throughout the morning, but as he climbed the wooden
staircase, noted that it was getting dark. There was no light on the landing, or in the
attic, so she returned to the kitchen for a candle and a box of matches. He heard
distant thunder coming up the stairs and listened, waiting for the next thunder was
heard even more distant. But it was not so; it came much closer.
Patience lit the candle with a trembling hand. Although she was a young
woman who is not easily frightened, thunder storm itself impressed her.
Naturally I could sit down quickly and in the relative comfort of the small
room, but it had cost him a lot of work up to the attic and also when her aunts had
returned, it would be harder to climb, as abound in advice and offers of help. Aunt
Bessy, despite his age, was able to climb the ladder if he wanted to. Patience, with
the candle in one hand, pushed the square top that led to the attic.
Surprisingly there was enough space there. Although it was also very dark.
The trunks occupied almost the entire space, and several boxes of hats and

umbrellas and walking sticks package. She carefully placed the candle on one of
the boxes of hats, and concentrated on the trunks.
Patience stifled a little cry when thunder occur too close for comfort.
As the trunks were not locked, opened the first and lifted the heavy lid. Then
he took several elaborate layers and dresses wrapped in tissue paper and found
shoes at the bottom, dated slippers as well as a number of yellow paper for notes, a
packet with fans and a box with several buttons. She saw no sign of the
photographs. Another thunder made almost dropped the lid before opening a
second trunk.
This time I was lucky, because he found the photographs. The pulled, closed
the trunk and tied the straps while deafening thunder were heard on its head.
When the roar of thunder faded, there was a respite during which he decided to go
down the stairs. The package of photographs was heavy and had trouble descent.
Suddenly, Patience froze with fear, because someone had entered the house.
The front door was locked, but had not closed the back door. Anyone could jump
near the end of the garden; after all, the house had been closed several weeks, and
though she had been coming and going in recent days, anyone could tell that she
was only there during the day. But this time he had stayed a little longer to find the
pictures.

Mr. van der Beek was standing in the lobby looking. Seeing her face pale with
fright under a thin layer of dust and cobwebs one or two, he felt a great tenderness.
- You must not leave the doors open, Patience - he said smiling.

- Do not you dare talk to me - she said sourly. - I almost scared the hell ... you
could have been anyone ...
- Exactly, but now that you know me, will you lose? - His voice calm not
hinted his feelings -. What are you doing up there?
- I was looking for ... - he moaned when a bright flash announced thunder -. I
do not like storms - said softly. - Aunt Bessy wanted to see some photos and I've
been looking for them in the attic.
He had climbed the narrow stairs and was inches from her head. It was a great
temptation to approach and kiss her, despite the cobwebs, but controlled himself.
There would be enough for that later time.
Then he spoke with the same reassuring tone he used with nervous patients:
- Give me the pictures and then down, but let me sail first, before incendies
place.
Then he disappeared face and a cautious foot replaced, followed by a leg.
- You have very nice legs - said van der Beek.
- Do not talk like that! - Another thunder sounded.
The second foot and leg appeared, but before that she could lean on the steps,
he picked her.
Van der Beek was as sensitive as any other man, despite his indifferent
attitude. So he released the moment she hit the ground, but he took some cobwebs
and feathers attached to the hair.
- Are you going to the kitchen? - He asked, took photographs and stuck
against the wall so she could pass him -. I'll close the attic.

Meanwhile, Patience dust brushed off his clothes. He also ran a trembling
hand over his face, which was a mistake because only produced a large stain on
one cheek. In the kitchen, he offered her a white handkerchief. She went to look in
the small mirror that was under his watch. Then she turned to face him.
- I am very dirty! - Exclaimed.
Then he grabbed a rag and began dusting the package of photographs. Then
he looked impersonally.
- No matter, no one sees you and me are the same.
As the dust shaking, Patience thought sadly that he was indifferent that was
dirty or clean. For a moment, he conceived evil thoughts towards Mevrouw van
Teule.
He sat calmly on the edge of the kitchen table.
- I thought you were in Holland and never come back here. We sold the house
and Miss Murch has returned to Chiswick - young inhaled deeply -. So, why are
you here?
He did not answer, just stared at her and nothing else. She blinked and closed
his eyes briefly, when lightning lit up the small room.
- You've been very kind to my aunts allowing them to stay at home, but it is
no longer necessary. I have it all ready here, I just have to pack their bags. I can
bring them tomorrow or the day after.
- For what? They prefer to be home ... - his gaze disconcerted.
- You do not understand. The new owner will want to occupy the house - she
frowned -. I think you should let me know when you are going to present.
- I am the owner - said van der Beek, quietly.

- You're ... But you do not want to live here. The Miss Murch will not like to
return and would not sympathize butcher.
- The Murch Miss no need to worry. She will stay in Chiswick, and eventually
will Dobbs a happy man.
- Oh, then forget to Miss Murch - Patience said starting to get angry -. Why
did you buy the house? You will not live in it, right?
- Of course not, it would not be convenient for my work. Your aunts live
there, Mrs. Dodge, of course.
- But ... do you want to live there my aunts? I do not understand you ...
- I'm getting married.
Patience felt her heart stopped beating. He tried to overcome and smiled.
- How well Mevrouw van Teule had told me you hated being away from her. I
hope you're happy.
Of course it would not be ... The idea that he was going to commit an
irreparable mistake that would miserable forever, made her say:
- Naturally, it does not suit you as a wife ... you will be very unhappy ...
Mouth with her hand covered her and looked horrified. Would have to eat his
words and was thinking furiously on how, when he got up from the table and stood
before her.
- I will be very happy - he said, confident - but I have no intention of
marrying Mevrouw van Teule.
- I still do not understand. Why do you want the house if you will not live in
it? Why the bought?

He took her hands in his.

- Listen to me, my love. I bought the house for your aunts; so, if properly
installed and care of someone they know, perhaps not mind leaving them alone and
logged in to marry me. Rijnsten live in, although you could come to England to
visit them whenever you want.
- Marry you? - Stammered softly.
- Marry me. Without you, life seems intolerable. Whenever I hold you in my
mind and in my heart. I think I've always loved.
Her eyes welled with tears.
- Julius, Julius oh ... - wiped her tears and said in a firm voice -: I love you
too, but what I've thought? I am ... I am a very simple girl, you know? and not
quite ready. You're very kind ...
- Friendly, helpful? - Van der Beek pressed against his massive chest -. What
nonsense is this? Do not say such things. You're beautiful, intelligent and what I
love most.
- For real? - Patience asked, looking askance.
- Really - then he kissed her gently, but when she smiled, he pressed his arms
-. You're beautiful ... - and kissed her again.
Dreams do come true ...
Patience lifted her face to him. I had no idea that a kiss was something so
delicious.

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Original Spanish text:

Como dice usted que necesita paz y tranquilidad, le sugiero que emplee a alguien,
a un administrador que lo libere de las molestias como el telfono, los vendedores,
las cuentas por pagar, el cuidado de la casa si deseara usted ausentarse algunos das

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