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“I’m sorry. What would you like?”
“Water will be fine, thank you. But don’t let me stop you.”
Seb checked the wine list. “I’ll have a glass of Merlot,” he said.
“As a banker,” said Priya, “you’d approve of how well this place is run. Most of the courses are simple and easy to prepare, so when you return to your table at the end of each act, they can serve you quickly.”
“I can see why you’re an analyst.”
“And you head up the property division of Farthings, which must be quite a responsibility for someone—”
“—of my age? As you well know, banking is a young man’s game. Most of my colleagues are burnt out by forty.”
“Some at thirty.”
“And it still can’t be easy for a woman to make headway in the City.”
“One or two of the banks are slowly coming around to accepting that it’s just possible a woman might be as bright as a man. However, most of the older establishments are still living in the dark ages. Which school you went to, or who your father is, often outranks ability or qualifications. Hambros is less Neanderthal than most, but they still don’t have a woman on the board, which is also true of every other major bank in the City, including Farthings.”
Three bells rang.
“Does that mean the players are about to come out onto the pitch?”
“As you’re a regular theatregoer, you’ll know that’s the three-minute bell.”
Seb followed her out of the restaurant and into the auditorium as she seemed to know exactly where she was going. He wasn’t surprised when they were shown to the best seats in the house.
From the moment the curtain rose and the little swans fluttered out onto the stage, Seb was transported into another world. He was captivated by the dancers’ skills and artistry, and just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, the prima ballerina made her entrance, and he knew he would be returning again and again. When the curtain fell at the end of the second act and the applause had died down, Priya led him back to the restaurant.
“Well, what do you think?” she asked as they sat down.
“I was spellbound,” he said, looking directly at her. “And I enjoyed Margot Fonteyn’s performance as well.”
Priya laughed. “My father first took me to the ballet when I was seven years old. Like all little girls, I left the theatre wanting to be one of the four cygnets, and it’s been an unbroken love affair ever since.”
“I had the same feeling when my father first took me to Stratford to see Paul Robeson in Othello,” Seb said as a lamb chop was placed in front of him.
“How fortunate you are.” Seb looked puzzled. “You’ll now be able to see all the great ballets for the first time. Mind you, starting with Fonteyn won’t make it easy for those who follow her.”
“My father once told me,” said Seb, “that he wished he’d never read a word of Shakespeare until he was thirty. Then he could have seen all thirty-seven plays without knowing the endings. I now realize exactly what he meant.”
“I just don’t get to the theatre enough.”
“I did invite you to The Merchant of Venice, but—”
“I had something on that night. But I can now get out of it, so I’d love to go with you. Assuming you haven’t offered the ticket to someone else.”
“I’m sorry, but two of my friends were desperate to see Olivier, so…”
“I understand,” said Priya.
“But I turned them down.”
“Why?”
“They both have hairy legs.”
Priya burst out laughing.
