Legend Of Lexandros

Dallas stubbed out her cigarette. ‘Why? Because you can’t afford it?’

Charles twisted his hands together. ‘I can afford another house, Dallas. But I have no intention of wasting money for no reason.’

Dallas shrugged. ‘All right, then. What if I tell you that those are my conditions for our marriage?’

Charles’s mouth dropped open, and then he hastily closed it. ‘You can’t be serious, Dallas. Have you been drinking by any chance?’ he asked suspiciously. ‘This isn’t at all like you.’

‘How do you know what I’m like? You never bother to find out. You merely sit staring at my television all evening, then eat your supper and go.’

‘Dallas!’

‘Well, it’s true. I must have been sitting with my eyes closed before, but they’re open now. It’s no good, Charles. We’re young. We deserve a bit of freedom, of time to be alone together, and if we’re living with your mother she’ll always be around, wanting you to help her into bed, or into the bath, or into her clothes! It’s no good. We need a home of our own. I’m quite willing to continue working until such time as we have everything we need.’

‘After our marriage, you will not work,’ said Charles firmly. ‘I wouldn’t dream of it.’ His tone changed. ‘Dallas, darling Dallas, be reasonable. The house at Maidenhead is so big. If you like we needn’t even live with Mother. We could have the house equally divided into two flats.’

Dallas hesitated. ‘I don’t know,’ she began, wondering whether she was being unreasonable, and all because of Jane!

‘Think about it, then,’ said Charles, looking hopefully at her. ‘It would break Mother’s heart if she thought she was causing trouble between us.’

Dallas wondered if this were true. Mrs. Jennings was too closely involved with her son to allow him to leave her very easily.

‘All right,’ she said now, and Charles leaned forward and switched off the television, looking round gently at her.

‘Come here,’ he said softly, drawing her towards him, and she allowed him to pull her into his arms and put his soft mouth against hers.

* * *

Much later in the evening Dallas was worried again, and she could tell from Charles’s expression that she was annoying him.

‘For goodness’ sake, Dallas,’ he said. ‘It’s eleven-fifteen, that’s all. Jane will be home very shortly!’

‘But, Charles,’ she began awkwardly, ‘can’t you try and understand? Paris Stavros isn’t the kind of boy to be content with dating Jane for nothing. Everyone can see he only dates her for kicks. What if she allows him to … well …’

Charles lifted his jacket from the back of the couch, and shook his head. ‘If Jane gets herself into trouble, she’ll have to get herself out of it,’ he replied coldly.

Dallas stared at him disbelievingly. ‘Don’t be so callous,’ she cried. ‘Jane is only a baby!’

‘Well, don’t expect me to mother her when she comes to live with us,’ remarked Charles. ‘She’ll soon be shown the door if she misbehaves in Maidenhead. There are too many people there who know me—–’

‘What!’ Dallas put her hands on her hips. ‘What have you got to do with it? Surely you’re not going to tell me that your reputation stands in any danger of being smirched!’

‘Don’t get het-up.’ Charles decided to take a different line. ‘All right, Dallas, all right. I’ll have a word with her when she comes.’

‘No, don’t do that,’ exclaimed Dallas, shaking her head. ‘You’re only likely to antagonise her into further trouble. I can deal with her, or at least, I’ll try.’

Charles put an arm around her shoulders. ‘I’m sorry if I seem unfeeling, but you seem to have all the responsibilities and it’s not fair.’

‘I am the eldest,’ Dallas answered.

Charles was buttoning his overcoat against the cold night air when Jane breezed into the flat, shedding her suede coat and knee-length boots in the hallway.

‘Hello, you two,’ she called. She usually attempted to be friendly towards Charles, Dallas had to concede.

Charles thrust his hands deeply into his overcoat pockets.

‘Do you know you’ve had your sister half out of her mind with worry?’ he asked, in a low angry voice.

Jane rubbed her nose and looked at Dallas. ‘Oh, really? I’m sorry, Dallas. You know how time flies when you’re having a good time!’

Charles grunted, and Dallas said: ‘Charles!’ warningly, but he went on: ‘No, we don’t. We’ve been waiting for your arrival since ten-thirty. I presume that’s a reasonable time to expect a seventeen-year-old home.’

Jane shrugged, her face flushed. ‘Can’t Dallas catechise me herself?’ she asked cheekily, resenting his tone.

Charles stiffened. ‘Now you listen to me, young woman,’ he began, but Dallas shook her head.

‘Now, Charles, please. I can handle this.’

‘Obviously you can’t, or she wouldn’t talk to you like that,’ said Charles angrily. ‘You’d better change your ways, Jane, before Dallas and I are married, or you may find yourself without a roof over your head!’

Jane stared at him angrily. ‘All right. I’m quite capable of taking care of myself. I’ll keep the flat on. Get someone to share it with me.’

Dallas inwardly groaned at the worsening situation, breaking up the argument before it came to blows.

‘Go on, Charles,’ she said. ‘I’ve told you, I can handle this.’

Charles turned and marched out of the room, followed rather more slowly by Dallas. She hardly noticed the kiss he gave her, so intent was she upon returning to the lounge to have it out again with Jane.

But when she returned, Jane was in the bedroom undressing, and she said, before Dallas could speak:

‘Oh, don’t start again. I know, I know what you’re going to say. But it’s no good. I won’t give him up.’

Dallas shrugged. ‘All right.’

Jane looked strangely at her. ‘What am I supposed to glean from that remark?’

‘Exactly what you like.’ Dallas stretched wearily. ‘I’m sick of this whole business. Where did you go this evening, just out of interest?’

‘To a club run by a friend of Paris’s—a Greek. We danced a lot, and had a few cokes. It was a good evening.’

‘Do you drink alcohol?’ Dallas’s question was soft and undemanding, despite its pointedness.

Jane flushed. ‘No, of course not. I’m under age.’

‘Would that stop you?’

‘Oh, Dallas, stop it! I’m tired.’

‘You have a nerve!’ Dallas turned away. ‘Anyway, why don’t you bring him here sometimes? If I met him myself, maybe I wouldn’t feel so concerned.’