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The trouble with the Mulholland family, Prudence decided, was that they were all in love with the wrong people. Shed been overjoyed when Pendle, her super-cool barrister boyfriend, invited her home for the weekend to meet his family. At least she might get some reaction out of him - so far he hadnt so much as made a pass at her, after the first night when hed nearly raped her. But home turned out to be a decaying mansion in the Lake District, and family were his glamorous, scatty mother who forgot the mounting bills by throwing wild parties, and brothers, Ace, dark and forbidding, and Jack, handsome, married and only too ready to take over with Pru if Pendle didnt get a move on. It was only when she noticed the way Pendle looked at Jacks wife Maggie that it began to dawn on Pru that there was more to this weekend than met the eye. It looked like a non-stop game of changing partners...

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Jilly Cooper

PRUDENCE

For Maura McCarthy

with love

Authors Note

The idea for PRUDENCE first came to me in 1967. I wrote it as a long short story called HOUSE OF CARDS and it appeared in serial form in 19. I took the story and completely rewrote it, and the result is PRUDENCE.

Chapter One

For the twentieth time I said goodnight to Pendle and let myself into the flat. Big Ben was striking eleven. Jane, my flatmate, stretched out in front of the fire, raised a scarlet face to me through a mass of drying blonde hair.

Any progress? she asked hopefully, then answered for herself. No, obviously not you look as unpounced upon as ever.

I went over to the mirror. My curls were unruffled, my lipstick unsmudged. Boasting apart, I looked great. Why then, after twenty dates, hadnt Pendle made a pass at me?

Wed met at a party a couple of months back a ghastly What-do-you-do-for-a-living? Oh-I-bash-a-typewriter sort of party, with overhead lighting and someone dishing fruit salad from a huge bowl into our glasses. Pendle and I were the only sheep among a huge crowd of goats, but then they always say the fairest flowers grow on the foulest dung-heaps.

He was not the sort of man you noticed immediately light brown hair, a thin, expressionless face and pale grey eyes, but he had a detachment and exaggerated cool that was, in itself, a provocation. He wore a charcoal grey suit, of the most irreproachable orthodoxy, grey shirt and a pale tie, but he was tall and very thin, so his clothes looked good on him.

I was wearing my joke kit that evening. Im very sensitive to clothes. When I wear frills I become demure; in studded leather, I stride around and act butch, but when I wear my joke kit orange Bermudas with braces and a cheesecloth shirt I scintillate and tell jokes. When Pendle came over and joined our group, I rattled off three jokes in quick succession that had everyone except him falling about, so I moved off to talk to someone else.

The party was given in one of those long, high eau de nihilistic Sloane Square rooms where you always think something exciting is happening at the other end, and it never is. One of the flatmates, Marcia, had even asked her mother. Not that Ive anything against mothers in the right context, but at parties they do waste valuable hunting time. And this one was a twenty-stone do-gooder, whod set like a great pink blancmange on the sofa. Every so often unfortunate guests were clobbered to talk to her.

Eats, anyone? said another flatmate, waving a plate under our noses. Im sure youre not on a diet, Pru, youre so skinny.

Im starving, I said, spearing a sausage. I only had time to grab a sandwich-board man at lunchtime.

I do hope I dont pong, confided the flatmate. Marcia filled the bath with ice so none of us could have a bath.

Next minute Marcia rolled up with two new arrivals.

I want you to meet Eileen, she said, introducing me to a large blonde with dirty finger nails, who makes absolutely sooper jewellery. I know youd like some, Pru. And this is Clifford, our firms accountant, whos very clever with figures.

Only some figures, said Clifford, leering at my too tight Bermudas, then braying with laughter and spraying cashew nuts all over me, between the gap in his front teeth.

I asked Eileen about the sooper jewellery.

Oh please dont interrogate me, she said. Im so tired, and proceeded to describe the entire plot of a film shed seen that afternoon.

I work in Harrods, said a pale girl, but in the book department, as though that made it better.

Then they all talked about President Carter, Mrs Thatcher, Laura Ashley, and the latest biography by Antonia Fraser, which everyone seemed to have read except me. I know one should try to look vivacious at parties when ones stuck with boring people. Attractive men are always supposed to think what fun you look and come over and introduce themselves; but the man in the charcoal grey suit was showing no signs of approaching me, and any minute Id be buried alive in cashew nuts. The flatmate came round with the sausages. I drew her aside.

Whos the man in the grey suit?

Her face brightened. Oh, isnt he lovely? Hes called Pendle, Pendle Mulholland.

I bet he made that up.

Hes quite capable of it, she said. Marcia invited him. She says hes absolutely brilliant. Evidently he was called to the Bar younger than anyone else in years.

He ought to be called to the bar more often, I said crossly. He hasnt touched his drink. It might make him more jolly.

Im a trier at parties, so I chatted up all the draggy men and danced around to the record player, but I was conscious all the time of this Pendle man watching me like a cat.

Perhaps the fruit salad was more potent than Id thought, because I finally went up to him and said, Why dont you have another drink and look a bit more jolly?

There isnt any whisky, he said, and the local wines a bit too vigorous for me, although its done wonders for that plant. He pointed to a mauve chrysanthemum in a pot on the table. It was quite dead when I arrived.

I giggled and took another sip at my drink.

I cant place the tangy flavour, I said.

Vim probably. Marcia mixed it in the wash basin. You must have the constitution of an ox, he added as I drained the glass.

Im after the cherry, I said. I hear youre a solicitor.

Barrister.

I never know the difference.

I talk more in court.

What did you do today?

Defended a wife-basher.

Goodness, how exciting. Did you get him off?

Naturally.

How?

By proving his wife was utterly impossible.

Was she?

Shouldnt think so. That isnt the point, he said. My job was to get him off.

Defending the wicked for the sake of worldly gain, I said. I examined his cold, fleshless face with its beautiful bone-structure, and strange, grey, unblinking, deep-set eyes. He must look stunning in a wig Robespierre, the charcoal grey incorruptible.

I bet youre absolutely lethal in court, I said.

He gave a thin smile, and told me about a drugs case in which hed been prosecuting the week before. I found it riveting. I was also fascinated how detached he was.

Then a diversion was caused by one of Marcias young men who had mistakenly thought it was fancy dress and had turned up as a goat in a furry coat and pink udders. I had had enough to drink by then to think it terribly funny and started crying with laughter. Looking up suddenly, I saw Pendle absolutely devouring me with his eyes.

Are you taking me for A levels? I said, groping for a tissue. Didnt your mother ever teach you it was rude to stare?

Im sorry. Youre extraordinarily like someone I used to know.

My boss doesnt like solicitors, I said. He says but for them hed have had a perfectly amicable divorce.

They all say that. What do you do?

Im a copywriter. I sit in an office all day thinking what to put. Then when I finally put it down Rodney, my boss, comes along, changes it all, and pretends it was his idea in the first place. Hes been away all week shooting.

Grouse? asked Pendle.

No. Butter commercials in Devon.

Id obviously been hogging the most attractive man in the room for too long because Marcia came up and asked Pendle if he was all right. Bloody rude, I thought. Then she asked me if I was going to the Old Girls reunion in Pavilion Road. I said I wasnt. Had I seen anything of old Piggy Hesketh. I said I hadnt. Then I admired her dress, because I couldnt think of anything else to say.

Laura Ashley, of course, she said smugly.

Red-faced flatmates were now staggering in under piles of plates towards a table at the other end of the room.

Theres eats whenever you need them, she said.

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