Page 180 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

'Let me in,' I said.

' I told you, I'm on the phone.'

'Let me in.'

'What?' He was playing for time I could tell.

'Press the buzzer, Daniel,' I said.

Isn't it funny how you can detect someone's presence, even though you can't
see, hear or otherwise discern them? Oh of course I'd checked the cupboards on
the way up the stairs and there was no one in any of them. But I knew there was
a woman in Daniel's house. Maybe it was a slight smell . . . something about the

way Daniel was behaving. Whatever it was, I just knew.

We stood there warily at opposite sides of the sitting room. I was just
desperate to start running around opening and dosing all the cupboards like my

mother and ringing 1471 to see if there was a number stored from America.

'What have you got on?' he said. I had forgotten about Janine's outfit in the
excitement.

'A bridesmaid's dress,' I said, haughtily.

'Would you like a drink?' said Daniel. I thought fast. I needed to get him into
the kitchen so I could go through all the cupboards.

'A cup of tea, please.'

'Are you all right?' he said.

'Yes! Fine!' I trilled. 'Marvellous time at the party. Only one dressed as a tart,
had to put on a bridesmaid dress, Mark Darcy was there with Natasha, that's a

nice shirt your wearing . . .' I stopped, out of breath, realizing I had turned (there