Page 112 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

know him?'

'He's Malcolm and Elaine Darcy's son,' I began, almost going on to say, 'You
know Malcolm and Elaine, darling. They came over when we lived in
Buckingham - '

'Who in the - '

'They're friends of my parents. I used to play with him in the paddling pool.'

'Yes, I bet you did, you dirty little bitch,' he growled. 'Do you want to come

and have supper?'

Inner poise, I told myself, inner poise.

'Come on, Bridge,' he said, leaning towards me seductively. 'I need to have a
serious discussion about your blouse. It's extremely thin. Almost, when you
examine it, thin to the point of transparency. Has it ever occurred to you that

your blouse might be suffering from . . . bulimia?'

'I've got to meet someone,' I whispered desperately.

'Come on, Bridge.'

'No,' I said with a firmness that rather surprised me.

'Shame,' he said softly. 'See you Monday,' and gave me a look so dirty I felt

like throwing myself after him shouting, 'Shag me! Shag me!'

11 p.m. Just called Jude and told her about Daniel incident, also about Malcolm
and Elaine Darcy's son, whom Mum and Una had tried to get me off with at the
Turkey Curry Buffet, turning up at the party looking rather attractive.