an eau de nil duchesse satin and pulled a face. ‘I don’t see why not. I’ll see what I can dig out.’
Jane was still panting slightly when Suzy got back from the lav.
‘Did you get your frock?’ The look on her face. No wonder she’d been gone so long.
‘I think so.’
‘Larry’s a bit of a gent, all things considered.’
Gent? That was gents, was it?
Larry slipped back into the room with an old dress box with drawings of Harrods all over it. Strips of the patterned cardboard were missing where countless chunks of Sellotape had been ripped away. He winked at Jane.
‘You’ll knock him dead.’ It was hard to breathe in the tight blue velvet as he looked her up and down.
Goldie was suddenly back in the room. Anxious. And picky. The speciality model gowns had a very nice mark-up but then they were a big investment to start with. Since Green’s – like everyone else in the London rag trade – had been caught napping by the New Look back in ’47, Lawrence and Goldie took no chances. They either bought Paris designs or stole them (having paid their ‘caution’ to see the collections). The results – the ‘Monsieur Lawrence’ Collection – were put together in the workroom by the senior cutters and machinists and usually found their way to the very smartest madam shops and department stores but it never said Green’s on the label. It was a miracle Debenham and Freebody had got wind at all. Good suppliers were a closely guarded secret. That was where Lawrence’s canny little window display came in. The queen bee of Wigmore Street had spotted it on her way to buy from a rival supplier and finally twigged where all these elegant little numbers were coming from.
The model gown buyer at Debenham and Freebody, after two decades of buying – daywear, junior fashions, after six, evening, model gowns and finally speciality model gowns (own secretary; office with a window; Paris four times a year) – was finding it harder and harder to work up any enthusiasm for this season’s colours, or whether Paris said duchesse satin or beading or hand-cut lace or panne velvet or organza.
But she liked the twins gimmick. So much so that she gave both girls her card. One of the house models in Wigmore Street was leaving to get married – silly little fool. She hadn’t really wanted to give up her job – ten pounds a week and a nice staff discount – but the fiancé insisted that they could both manage on an under-manager’s salary. Not in Ferragamo slingbacks they couldn’t.
She liked a few of the gowns and placed quite a big order after a long chat with Lawrence insisting on some exclusive colours and fabrics. One of her regular suppliers had gone broke and she needed them delivered by mid March (which was asking a lot) and she wanted them ‘exclusive to London W1’ but Larry wouldn’t play. What would Dickins and Jones say?
Jane had been enjoying herself when the morning began. She’d got the turns down to a fine art (parquet was much smoother than lino) and she’d worked out a nice repertoire of looks: Surprised, Shy, Playful and Seductive (the imaginary Johnny Hullavington played a big part in Seductive). But after the umpteenth twirl she was getting hot, sweaty and tired. She had rough red friction patches on her ribs from rubbing up against sweaty whalebones, her back ached and there was a blister starting on each heel from walking in the cheap dyed-to-match satin stilettos, all of which were at least two sizes too big. Suzy gave her some Elastoplast from her kit bag but it had rubbed away and kept sticking to her nylons and twisting the seams.
Suzy and Jane hung up the last of their dirty hot frocks, smoothed their hair and eased back into their suits. The Debenham and Freebody lady was still finalising petticoat fabrics with Goldie when the girls left. Thirty bob had sounded reasonable three hours ago but now she’d actually done the job she didn’t quite see why Suzy should get double. Still, there was the frock in the box. She had been afraid Larry would palm her off with some misfit in chartreuse Charmaine but he turned out to be a bit of a gent after all: cherry-red velvet copied from an original Givenchy toile. The bows were a bit last season but they were only tacked on.
Larry saw them to the door, feeling