〃They always slam doors？〃 Linc asked； his heart still thumping。
〃Yes； yes it seems so。〃 Her hand went back to his shoulder； the nails caressing his neck。 〃Sorry。〃
〃Nothing to be sorry about。 How about dinner？〃
She hesitated。 〃If you bring Casey。〃
〃No。 Just you。〃
〃Linc； I think it's best no；〃 she told him。 〃We're not in danger now。 Let's just say good…bye now。〃
〃Dinner。 Eight。 I'll call for you。 You pick the restaurant。 Shanghai food。〃
She shook her head。 〃No。 It's too heady already。 Sorry。〃
〃I'll call for you at eight。〃 Bartlett kissed her lightly； then went to the door。 She took down his raincoat and held it out for him。 〃Thanks；〃 he said gently。 〃No danger； Orlanda。 Everything's going to e up roses。 See you at eight。 Okay？〃
〃It's best not。〃
〃Maybe。〃 He smiled down at her strangely。 〃That'd be joss … karma。 We must remember the gods； huh？〃 She did not answer。 〃I'll be here at eight。〃
She closed the door behind him； went slowly to the chair and sat； deep in thought； wondering if she had scared him off； petrified that she had。 Wondering if he really would be back at eight and if he did； how to keep him off； how to puppet him until he was mad with desire； mad enough to marry her。
Her stomach twisted uneasily。 I have to be fast； she thought。 Casey holds him in thrall； she's wrapped her coils around him and my only way is good cooking and home and loving； loving loving loving and everything that Casey is not。 But no pillow。 That's the way Casey's trapped him。 I have to do the same。
Then he'll be mine。
Orlanda felt weak。 Everything had gone perfectly； she decided。 Then again she remembered what Gornt had said。 〃It's the law of the ages that every man has to be trapped into marriage； trapped by his own lust or possessiveness or avarice or money or fear or laziness or whatever but trapped。 And no man ever willingly marries his mistress。〃
Yes。 Quillan's right again； she thought。 But he's wrong about me。 I'm not going to settle for half the prize。 I'm going to try for all of it。 I'm going to have not only the Jag and this apartment and all it contains but a house in California and； most of all； American wealth； away from Asia； where I'll no longer be Eurasian but a woman like any other； beautiful； carefree and loving。
Oh I'll make him the best wife a man could ever have。 I'll minister to his every need； whatever he wants I'll do for him。 I felt his strength and I'll be good for him； wonderful for him。
〃He's gone？〃 Ah Fat wandered noiselessly into the room； automatically tidying as she talked the Shanghai dialect。 〃Good； very good。 Shall I make some tea？ You must be tired。 Some tea； heya？〃
〃No。 Yes； yes make some； Ah Fat。〃
〃Make some tea！ Work work work！〃 The old woman shuffled to the kitchen。 She wore black baggy pants and white smock and her hair was in a single long braid that hung down her back。 She had looked after Orlanda ever since she was born。 〃I took a good look at him downstairs； when you and he arrived。 For an uncivilized person he's quite presentable；〃 she said speculatively。
〃Oh？ I didn't see you。 Where were you？〃
〃Down by the stairs；〃 Ah Fat cackled。 〃Eeeee； I took good care to hide but I wanted to look at him。 Huh！ You send your poor old slave out into the wet with my poor old bones when what does it matter if I'm here or not？ Who's going to get you sweetmeats and tea or drinks in bed when you've finished your labors； heya？〃
〃Oh shut up！ Shut up！〃
〃Don't shut up your poor old Mother！ She knows how to look after you！ Ah yes； Little Empress； but it was quite clear on both of you the yang and the yin were ready to join battle。 You two looked as happy as cats in a barrel of fish！ But there was no need for me to leave！〃
〃Foreign devils are different； Ah Fat。 I wanted him here alone。 Foreign devils are shy。 Now make the tea and keep quiet or I'll send you out again！〃
〃Is he going to be the new Master？〃 Ah Fat called out hopefully。 〃It's about time you had a Master； not good for a person not to have a Steaming Stalk at the Jade Gate。 Your Gate'll shrivel up and bee as dry as dust from the little use it gets！ Oh； I forgot to tell you two pieces of news。 The Werewolves are supposed to be Macao foreigners； they'll strike again before the new moon。 That's what the rumor is。 Everyone swears it's the truth。 And the other's that； well； Old Cougher Tok at the fish stall says this foreign devil from the Golden Mountain's got more gold than Eunuch Tung！〃 Tung was a legendary eunuch at the Imperial Court in the Forbidden City of Peking whose lust for gold was so immense that all China could not satisfy it； he was hated so much that the next emperor heaped his ill…gotten gains on him until the weight of the gold crushed him to death。 〃You're not getting younger； Little Mother！ We should be serious。 Is he going to be the one？〃
〃I hope so；〃 Orlanda said slowly。
Oh yes； she thought fervently； faint with anxiety； knowing that Linc Bartlett was the single most important opportunity of her life。 Abruptly she was petrified again that she had overplayed her game and that he would not e back。 She burst into tears。
Eight floors below； Bartlett crossed the small foyer and went outside to join the half a dozen people waiting impatiently for a taxi。 The torrent was steady now and it gushed off the concrete overhang to join the flood that swirled in a small river down Kotewall Road； overflowing the gutters； the storm drains long since choked； carrying with it stones and mud and vegetation that came off the high banks and slopes above。 Cars and trucks grinding cautiously up or down the steep road splashed through the whirlpools and eddies； windshield wipers clicking； windows fogged。
Across the road the land rose steeply and Bartlett saw the multitude of rivulets cascading down the high concrete embankments that held the earth in。 Weeds grew out of cracks。 Part of a sodden clump fell away to join more debris and stones and mud。 One side of the embankment was a walled garage and； up the slope； a half…hidden ornate Chinese mansion with a green tiled roof and dragons on its gables。 Beside it was scaffolding of a building site and excavations for a high rise。 Beside that was another apartment block that vanished into the overcast。
So much building； Bartlett told himself critically。 Maybe we should get into construction here。 Too many people chasing too little land means profit； huge profit。 And amortized over three years … Jesus！
A taxi swirled up； careless of the puddles。 Passengers got out and others； grumbling； got in。 A Chinese couple came out of the entrance； shoved past him and the others to the head of the line … a loud chattering matron with a huge umbrella； an expensive raincoat over her chong…sam； her husband meek and mild alongside her。 Screw you； baby； Bartlett thought； you're not going to take my turn。 He moved into a better position。 His watch read 10：35。
What next； he asked himself。 Don't let Orlanda distract you！
Struan's or Gornt？
Today's skirmish day； tomorrow … Friday … tomorrow's the ball…breaker； the weekend's for regrouping； Monday's the final assault and by 3：00 p。m。 we should have a victor。
Whom do I want to win？ Dunross or Gornt？
That Gornt's a lucky man … was a lucky man； he thought； bemused。 Jesus； Orlanda's something else。 Would I have quit her if I'd been him？ Sure。 Sure I would。 Well maybe not … nothing happened。 But I'd've married her the moment I could and not sent our child packing to Portugal … that Gornt's a no…good son of a bitch。 Or goddamn clever。 Which？
She laid it out nice and clean … just like Casey did but different though the result's the same。 Now everything's plicated； or simple。 Which？
Do I want to marry her？ No。
Do I want to let her drop？ No。
Do I want to bed her？ Sure。 So mount a campaign； maneuver her into bed without mitments。 Don't play the game of life according to female rules； all's fair in war and war。 What's love anyway？ It's like Casey said； sex's only a part of it。
Casey。 What about her？ Not long to wait for Casey now。 And then； is it bed or marriage bells or good…bye or what？ Goddamned if I want to get married again。 The one time turned out lousy。 That's strange； I haven't thought a