Page 285 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

'That was Mark Darcy,' said Dad when he came back. My heart leaped into

my mouth as I tried to control my features. 'He's in Albufeira. Apparently some
sort of deal's been done with . . . with the filthy wop . . . and they've recovered
some of the money. I think The Gables may be saved . . . '

At this a loud cheer went up from us all and Geoffrey launched into 'For He's

a Jolly Good Fellow.' I waited for Una to make some remark about me but none
was forthcoming. Typical. The minute I decide I like Mark Darcy, everyone
immediately stops trying to fix me up with him.

'Is that too milky for you, Cohn?' said Una, passing Dad a mug of tea
decorated with apricot floral frieze.

'I don't know . . . I don't understand why . . . I don't know what to think,' Dad
said worriedly.

'Look, there's absolutely no need to worry,' said Una, with an unusual air of
calmness and control, which suddenly made me see her as the mummy I'd never
really had. 'It's because I've put a bit too much milk in. I'll just tip a bit out and
top it up with hot water.'

When finally got away from scene of mayhem, drove far too fast on way back
to London, smoking fags all the way as act of mindless rebellion.