'Well I've come now, whatever anybody says, I've come and we'll be together, won't we! Oh I'm so glad, my child, my dear dear child!'

Then the three of them were all talking at once, hugging each other and crying and laughing and wailing with joy. What had seemed so utterly impossible had now come to pa.s.s. When they were a little calmer, and Anna had suggested eating something and Bran had declared he was so happy he would never eat anything ever again, Edward took something out of his pocket and pa.s.sed it to Bran.

Bran took it solemnly, looked at it, then gave a little cry of 'oh!'

Edward said, 'It's yours.'

Bran nodded his head and was about to put it away when Anna reached out for it and took it. 'What is it?'

'It's a stone,' said Edward.

'Yes, but what does it mean?'

Bran retrieved it and put it in his pocket.

Edward said, 'It is the stone which shattered my window on that day, the day that was supposed to be the day before my wedding.'

'You - Bran, you did that, you broke that window?'

'Yes,' said Bran calmly. 'Somebody had to start something.'

'How naughty - but oh how -'

'How magnificently bold,' said Edward.

'But did that do anything to you, make you suddenly change your mind? It might have done.'

'It upset me very much and-'

'Upset you very much forsooth! You knew, but you did nothing! It was really Marian who saved you! May I see the stone?'

Bran produced it and gave it to his mother who studied it and gave it to Edward. The stone was beautiful, dark, rounded, streaked with white and green stripes. As Edward took the stone in his hand his face twisted for a second. He returned it to Bran who put it away again with a proprietary air.

'Where did it come from?' said Edward. 'I couldn't make it out.'

'From a lovely beach in Brittany,' said Bran. 'Oh do let us go there, Maman, don't you think-'

'Oh, we'll go everywhere,' said Edward. 'Until your school term begins, you know - but always now we'll all go together to lovely places-'

'Oh school, yes - actually I'm looking forward to that,' he said with dignity.

Bran had run away. They could hear him mumbling and sobbing and singing like a bird upstairs. They, downstairs, were also sobbing, sitting on the sofa and embracing each other and having fits of hysterical laughter.

Edward said, 'We must sober up, we must work it all out, lay it all out, see the picture of what has happened.'

'Yes, yes, but now we have time-'

'You didn't feel guilty? You know you were the creator of it all!'

'At first it was pure anguish, I just didn't know what would happen, or what I had done, what sort of thing I had done-'

'Indeed, dear girl, of course, I could not approach you after that, I didn't know at all how much you might have remembered - or intended- it might have been like a rape - or just what you wanted. I thought sometimes that what you wanted was-'

'What?'

'That I should not have remembered anything, anything that mattered, that really happened, on that night, and that it would all simply have vanished into black forgetfulness. Perhaps it all hung upon your telling me a certain lie.'

'Yes. I told you that I was pregnant - I didn't want anyone to know that it was impossible for Lewen to have a child. We had kept it absolutely quiet because we didn't know what to do. We discussed it, we thought of adopting, but I wasn't sure, it was such a gamble.'

'You were looking for a thoroughbred!'

'Yes, Edward! Of course I had to stick it out, to wait and see if anything was going to happen and what that happening would be like, there might have been nothing at all. I was in such a state, I was fighting against time. And then Lewen went into a coma-'

'You remember Doctor Sandon, he was your doctor, he was ours also. I overheard him talking to my father-'

'You mean that you found out - ?'

'No, not really, I scarcely took it in at the time. I only thought about it on that evening, when you invited me in for drinks and -'

'So you - Edward, you were an angel!'

'Let us say a gentleman. Actually, I guessed from the start that I was somehow being made use of. But I was so much in love with you, I would have done anything - though I didn't really know what had happened till the next day - then I started to think! And, well, I had to think for a long time!'

'And you have been thinking ever since? Oh Edward-'

'Before you went to France you went to Ireland.'

'How did you know that?'

'I went to Trinity College, Dublin, and said I was a scholar of Irish history and asked to see the genealogy of the Lewen Dunarvens up to date, and there was Lewen and the date of Bran's birth.'

'Oh my dear! How thorough! Yes, and Bran was born in Ireland. That was safer. When did you go?'

'Soon after Bran was born. Then you stayed in France. But-well - I've wondered why exactly you did it - it wasn't for me. You told me a lie.'

'Yes, I told you I was pregnant. I loved Lewen so much, he was such a great man, we wanted a child so much, but then he was beginning to be ill, then very ill, and the doctor told me, but not him, that he would never be able to beget a child, and I so much wanted there to be a child, and then when he went to the hospital-'

'No one knew that I came and spent that night with you.'

'No one. I wasn't sure whether or not you had taken it in at all-'

'Oh, I took it in!'

'You were so extremely drunk.'

'You made me extremely drunk!'

'Then I told Lewen I was pregnant with his child - and he was so happy - and then of course I told the others.'

'Oh G.o.d - I loved Lewen so much - And Bran?'

'I think Bran has some sort of second sight.'

'He is like me. He looks like a Cornishman. I saw that in the churchyard. How much of all this has he worked out I wonder? Anyway enough to break my window.'

'Yes, and it was the photographs -'

'The photographs?'

'Yes, I kept so many to punish myself. I thought I had kept them from him. I realised he had found out something when he stopped asking questions. And then here - the stuff I brought with me - I couldn't stop him from rummaging in the loft, and then when he met Jackson, they went up there together-'

'Jackson?'

'Yes,-'

'Jackson mended the window which Bran broke. We talked about things. I think Jackson has second sight as well. He's a very strange chap, far stranger than people think. And he keeps his mouth shut.'

'Bran loves him, so do I.'

'Yes, and as Bran said, somebody has to start something.'

Tuan was alone. It was evening. He had sent Rosalind back to her flat. It was not that they had had some immediate quarrel. Rosalind would come back the next day. It was just that Tuan was suddenly gripped by fierce, terrible anguish. He felt a pain as if he were being cut in two. He thought I am under a curse, I cannot marry! He had lost track of the day, of the time. Between the moment when he had taken off his shirt and some other moment somewhere in the afternoon he had been in paradise, no, that scarcely described it, a kind of total change as if some quite alien rays were transforming his body and because his body and his mind were one. Perhaps like someone undergoing, still conscious, a very serious operation by a wonderful surgeon whom he trusted utterly, and all the time his eyes were open. Some intense golden light was falling upon him, penetrating, transforming, dissolving inside his body. Of course, Rosalind had been there. Her pain, her joy. He recalled them getting up at last and eating a little and drinking a little and laughing strange crazy laughter and shedding lovely tears. He remembered saying softly 'oh, oh, oh,' and going on saying it. It had all happened, and it was true. It was later in the afternoon, or was it already evening, that the pain had come on. Tuan had never been in a hospital, but he thought he knew what it was now, he recognised that particular anguish, which he had kept from Rosalind. They had managed to put on their clothes, and they were crying, only their tears were like soft arrows falling into a pool. Tuan, standing upright, soon to be doubled up with anguish, told her, 'You must go, you must go now, but you will come back tomorrow morning-'

When she had gone and he was alone with his pain, he thought suddenly, she will not come, she will be killed, she will be run over, I shall never see her again. However this, though it was somewhere and hurtful, was not the great pain which overcame him as he left the closed door and knelt down, and then prostrated himself on the floor. Why had he sent her away? Moreover, how had she ever come? But oh the pain, he was overtaken, const.i.tuted, it was this which made him into some other thing, some broken form of being. And yet he also knew that he could not even die, he had thus to live. I am ill, he thought as he lay on the floor, I am a different thing, I should lie quiet, but I cannot, will this last forever? Will there ever be reason again? The word 'reason' seemed to glow above him like a red-hot poker, so close it was to searing him. He could not later remember how long he lay there with his face upon the floor, or if his face were simply being burnt away by the pain of the heat or was it the heat of the pain.

He sat up at last, still sitting on the floor, and drawing his hands rapidly again and again over his face. He thought, and this perhaps was 'reason' at last, I cannot marry this girl! Tilting himself over he began to crawl, then to kneel, at last holding onto the edge of a chair, he stood up, then sat down upon the sofa. He spent some time simply breathing deeply. He found himself wishing that he might eat or drink, but it was impossible. Should he go to bed? Impossible. What time was it? Did that matter? His watch had come off somewhere. Was it not rather dark? He managed to stand up and stagger to the wall and put a light on. He walked back to the sofa and sat down again. He was aware of his more quiet breathing, some presence of reason, or was it reason itself. He wondered if he could eat and drink. He went out into the kitchen and sat down. An open bottle of wine and a wine-gla.s.s stood before him. Why was that there? Oh of course. He drank a little wine, then a lot of water. He returned to the other room where he found his watch which was lying on the sofa. It was eleven o'clock. What time had it been when he had sent her away? Had she felt the beginning of his horror, and run away in fear? No, he concluded, he had been rational and loving when he sent her, and she had understood - but could she really understand? That could not be, she had gone away quietly just to please him.

He got up and went to his bedroom and looked at his bed. Had they been there, in that chaos? If only he could put his mind in order. He went back to the kitchen and sat down and drank some more wine, he could not eat. He thought, what does all that struggling and confusion amount to? It amounts to this. I cannot marry a woman who is not Jewish. My father did, but I cannot. Why is that? I know why but I cannot think or tell it at this time. Indeed I cannot marry any woman. My father's sufferings, my grandfather, my grandmother, the whole of that indelible sorrow, all that is forever, I must carry, not sharing it with any other being. Oh my G.o.d, my G.o.d - The door bell rang. Tuan thought it is Rosalind, how terrible. He moved out into the sitting room and stood there trembling. The bell rang again. He thought, it is her, I must not go to the door. The bell rang a third time. He went to the door and opened it. Jackson came in.

NINE.

Dearest Benet, do forgive me! You will, won't you? You must! I never really wanted to marry Edward, he was very reticent and awkward with me, sometimes it was as if he were just doing it to please you! I did care for Edward, but rather as a sister, no not really as a sister, I was sort of sorry for him, or perhaps it was really all because of Hatting! Anyway, I did not feel properly in place in the English country scene! It was all, what was happening to me, becoming increasingly unreal! I am so sorry, I keep on saying that, I prostrate myself (that's a saying of Cantor's!), I mean I am truly very sorry for the confusion which I brought about, not that it was very long, thank heavens! In the end it was Jackson who really helped us out (I don't know how much you know), I ran away from Edward in that awful way because I had become so sure that I did not want to marry him and I did want to marry Cantor, I was with Cantor in Australia, you know, all the reality was with him, and Edward was just make-believe, and then Cantor turned up before the wedding and he was so n.o.ble, he carried that message (you know) and carried it in his mouth like a dog and pushed it through the door at Penn at night, it was a real romantic rescue! Then there was a bit of confusion when I felt sort of guilty and I wanted to think and Cantor and I were apart, and I wanted to discuss things with Ros and Tuan and then Jackson came and he brought me to Cantor, and Cantor and I fell into each other's arms, and it was suddenly heaven! Jackson was wonderful, Cantor now calls him his brother! We are going to be married very very soon, with a lovely wedding, we have bought a lovely house in Sydney, and we are often out on his brother's huge sheep farm, and we are to have a cottage out in the Bush! We go riding ever so often. His brother and wife are angels - the brother runs a very large business, not just farming, and Cantor helps (and I may be a secretary!). They are half Norwegian you know (well why should you know!) and Cantor is going to buy us a house in Norway too, and that will be easier for you to come and see us, and of course we'll visit England too. I have written to Ros, but got no reply, no doubt because I hadn't sent her my address! But I have sent her one now and you too can see the address above. By the way, Mamma is thrilled and may be coming over! Oh dearest Benet, you have been so kind to me during years - forgive me my trespa.s.ses! - Much much love from your devoted Marian.

Benet, now in the drawing room at Penndean, read Marian's letter through twice. It made him utterly miserable. This misery was, he was aware, totally selfish. He believed, did he not, that Marian would probably be happy, perhaps very happy, with her Norwegian-Australian. 'Visit England' - was that likely? There would be the house in Norway. Perhaps he might come on business! Surely Benet was glad for Marian, whom he had for so long treated as a much-loved daughter. Now he had meddled in her life, and she had shaken herself free. Well, she had always loved horses when she was a girl! But what also now disturbed him, paining him so, was Jackson. Perhaps he might have consoled himself by reflecting that Jackson had no right to interfere with the problems of others and might even, in doing so, make all sorts of serious mistakes. Jackson, a servant, should not, leaving his post, have run away to sort out chaotic love affairs, and in doing so dabble in impertinent deceptions! So, Rosalind and Marian, and even the upright Tuan, had deceived him! Why had not Jackson come straight to him, Benet, when he had discovered Marian with Tuan? Were they all laughing about it, making a fool of everyone, making a fool of Benet? No wonder Jackson dared not now show his face. He would vanish - perhaps leave England, become a butler to Cantor, or else simply disappear in London, careful not at any point to touch the circle of Benet and his friends! Herein Benet was conscious of a particular painful 'loss of face' - they knew that we would never speak of Jackson now! Owen had already made a fool of him. But perhaps Owen was right, perhaps Jackson had killed himself out of pique, or of grief. This was conceivable, but surely not likely. He hates me now, Benet thought. Why, oh why, had I written that horrible letter! Everyone would now regard me with embarra.s.sment, with politeness, with pity. They used to say, 'Where is Jackson?' Now they would avoid the subject, perhaps, avoid Benet. But even all this was not that which hurt him the most deeply. He felt as if he had ruthlessly shot down a beautiful incomparable bird, fatally wounded a gentle affectionate animal - no, not quite that. He had just wantonly missed a chance, and simply, carelessly, lost the affections of a most valuable friend.

It was morning. The sun was shining. He left the drawing room and wandered to his study. His work on Heidegger lay there neglected, unfinished, the sheets covered with his handwriting, piled in confusion. He thought, as he put the sheets roughly together, this is a sort of nemesis. Looking randomly at what he had written, he thought: I am indeed rushing in where angels fear to tread! Sitting down he scanned half a page. No good, just no b.l.o.o.d.y good! He sighed and picked up the poems of Holderlin, which had always accompanied him upon his journey into Heidegger. 'Wo aber Gefahr ist, wachst das Rettende auch.' 'But where danger is, rescue is ready too.' He closed the book quickly which he had opened at random. Not for me, he thought. And he thought then of late words of Heidegger: 'Nur ein Gott kann uns retten'. 'Only a G.o.d can save us'. Was he not then in despair? Benet got up and went into the library. Who can be my companions, he thought, in the years to come? He felt the presence of Uncle Tim, and in a vivid picture recalled that scene, Tim at the door at Tara, and visible over his shoulder, Jackson. It was the first time he had seen Jackson clearly by daylight. Uncle Tim knew at once. But what did he know, and what was it now that Benet was yearning for? He recalled the tears which he and Jackson had shed when Tim was dying. Now near to tears again, he wandered around the library, caressing the books.

The telephone rang. Benet cursed. Of course he did not dare to switch it off in case there were some good news or some kind of miracle. He lifted the receiver.

'Oh Benet - h.e.l.lo!'

It was Edward.

'How kind of you to ring up.'

'I've got some news.'

'What?'

'I'm getting married!'

'Oh - good heavens - who - ?'

'You'll be surprised!'

'Oh - ?'

'I am marrying Anna Dunarven!'

'You - marrying Anna - oh Edward, how - how splendid - I -'

'Yes, you are surprised, but it is really so, and we are to be married very soon, just as soon as possible, not anything grand, just quickly in a Register Office, and a party of course soon after at Hatting-'

'Edward, I am so happy for you! And for Anna! What absolutely marvellous news - !'

'Listen, we're at Hatting now. I wonder if we could come over and see you?'

'You mean-'

'Now, immediately - is that possible? We'll drive over, we won't keep you long, we just want you to be the first to know-'

'Yes, yes, dear Edward, come over at once, of course!'

Benet put down the receiver. He sat down shuddering in the nearest chair. He leaned forward holding his head in his hands. His head was full of sudden clattering chaos. Edward marrying Anna? How could that be? Surely Edward had not seen Anna for years, he had nothing to do with her, after all he was a child, was he not, when Anna left after Lewen died? No, not a child, but very young. Were there secret meetings in France, was he her lover there? Surely not. He took Marian instead, took her as a second best - perhaps Marian found out and that was what the last-minute message meant - but was she not already tied up with Cantor? Then Edward must have gone back to courting Anna - But when I talked to Anna when we met at the house she never mentioned Edward, nor did Edward ever mention her. Oh how confusing!

'But how wonderful!' said Benet.

They were sitting in the sunshine on the terrace, where the little plants which had so cheerfully pressed themselves up between the paving stones were now wilting in the perpetual sunshine. Edward and Anna were side by side on a old long teak seat, and Benet was sitting opposite to them, with his back to the sun, upon a wicker chair. In the distance Bran was capering between the Wellingtonias, perhaps hoping that his gaiety might be visible. Benet wondered - what does he think about it? Anna was wearing a green dress streaked with red and a big white straw hat. Edward had doffed his linen jacket and had laid it across his knees, and had opened the neck of his shirt. They were, it seemed, dazed in some sort of ecstasy, leaning their shoulders together, holding hands, frequently looking at each other and laughing. It was as if they could scarcely hear what Benet was saying! In fact, taken by surprise, Benet was finding it difficult to say anything suitable.

'So,' he said, 'were you meeting in France?'

'Oh sometimes,' said Edward, who was doing more of the talking, 'but in England too, and of course Anna was travelling-'

'Oh - where were you going to?'

'I used to go to Ireland.'

'Oh of course - and you saw Edward-'

'Oh in London,' said Edward, 'but also in other places - Anyway now-'

'Now, of course you know-'