"What else?"

"She doesn't seem to be enjoying herself."

"Quite right," said David, "Rosaleen's rather stupid. She's scared. She always has been rather scared. She drifts into things and then doesn't always has been rather scared. She drifts into things and then doesn't know what it's all about. Shall I tell you about Rosaleen?" know what it's all about. Shall I tell you about Rosaleen?"

"If you like," said Lynn politely.

"I do like. She started by being stage-struck and drifted on to the stage. She wasn't any good, of course. She got into a third-rate touring stage. She wasn't any good, of course. She got into a third-rate touring company that was going out to South Africa. She liked the sound of company that was going out to South Africa. She liked the sound of South Africa. The company got stranded in Cape Town. Then she South Africa. The company got stranded in Cape Town. Then she drifted into marriage with a Government official from Nigeria. She drifted into marriage with a Government official from Nigeria. She didn't like Nigeria - and I don't think she liked her husband much. If didn't like Nigeria - and I don't think she liked her husband much. If he'd been a hearty sort of fellow who drank and beat her, it would have he'd been a hearty sort of fellow who drank and beat her, it would have been all right. But he was rather an intellectual man who kept a large been all right. But he was rather an intellectual man who kept a large library in the wilds and who liked to talk metaphysics. So she drifted library in the wilds and who liked to talk metaphysics. So she drifted back to Cape Town again. The fellow behaved very well and gave her back to Cape Town again. The fellow behaved very well and gave her an adequate allowance. He might have given her a divorce, but again an adequate allowance. He might have given her a divorce, but again he might not for he was a Catholic, but anyway he rather fortunately he might not for he was a Catholic, but anyway he rather fortunately died of fever, and Rosaleen got a small pension. Then the war started died of fever, and Rosaleen got a small pension. Then the war started and she drifted on to a boat for South America. She didn't like South and she drifted on to a boat for South America. She didn't like South America very much, so she drifted on to another boat and there she America very much, so she drifted on to another boat and there she met Gordon Cloade and told him all about her sad life. So they got met Gordon Cloade and told him all about her sad life. So they got married in New York and lived happily for a fortnight, and a little later married in New York and lived happily for a fortnight, and a little later he was killed by a bomb and she was left a large house, a lot of he was killed by a bomb and she was left a large house, a lot of expensive jewellery, and an immense income." expensive jewellery, and an immense income."

"It's nice that the story has such a happy ending," said Lynn.

"Yes," said David Hunter. "Possessing no intellect at all, Rosaleen has always been a lucky girl - which is just as well. Gordon Cloade was a always been a lucky girl - which is just as well. Gordon Cloade was a strong old man. He was sixty-two. He might easily have lived for twenty strong old man. He was sixty-two. He might easily have lived for twenty years. He might have lived even longer. That wouldn't have been much years. He might have lived even longer. That wouldn't have been much fun for Rosaleen, would it? She was twenty-four when she married him. fun for Rosaleen, would it? She was twenty-four when she married him. She's only twenty-six now." She's only twenty-six now."

"She looks even younger," said Lynn.

David looked across the table. Rosaleen Cloade was crumbling her bread. She looked like a nervous child. bread. She looked like a nervous child.

"Yes," he said thoughtfully. "She does. Complete absence of thought, I suppose." suppose."

"Poor thing," said Lynn suddenly.

David frowned.

"Why the pity?" he said sharply. "I'll look after Rosaleen."

"I expect you will."

He scowled.

"Any one who tries to do down Rosaleen has got me to deal with! And I know a good many ways of making war - some of them not strictly know a good many ways of making war - some of them not strictly orthodox." orthodox."

"Am I going to hear your life history now?" asked Lynn coldly.

"A very abridged edition." He smiled. "When the war broke out I saw no reason why I should fight for England. I'm Irish. But like all the Irish, no reason why I should fight for England. I'm Irish. But like all the Irish, I like fighting. The Commandos had an irresistible fascination for me. I I like fighting. The Commandos had an irresistible fascination for me. I had some fun but unfortunately I got knocked out with a bad leg had some fun but unfortunately I got knocked out with a bad leg wound. Then I went to Canada and did a job of training fellows there. I wound. Then I went to Canada and did a job of training fellows there. I was at a loose end when I got Rosaleen's wire from New York saying was at a loose end when I got Rosaleen's wire from New York saying she was getting married! She didn't actually announce that there she was getting married! She didn't actually announce that there would be pickings, but I'm quite sharp at reading between the lines. I would be pickings, but I'm quite sharp at reading between the lines. I flew there, tacked myself on to the happy pair and came back with flew there, tacked myself on to the happy pair and came back with them to London. And now -" he smiled insolently at her - "Home is the them to London. And now -" he smiled insolently at her - "Home is the sailor, home from the sea. That's you! And the Hunter home from the sailor, home from the sea. That's you! And the Hunter home from the Hill. What's the matter?" Hill. What's the matter?"

"Nothing," said Lynn.

She got up with the others. As they went into the drawing-room, Rowley said to her: "You seemed to be getting on quite well with David Rowley said to her: "You seemed to be getting on quite well with David Hunter. What were you talking about?" Hunter. What were you talking about?"

"Nothing particular," said Lynn.

Chapter 5.

"David, when are we going back to London? When are we going to America?" America?"

Across the breakfast table, David Hunter gave Rosaleen a quick surprised glance. surprised glance.

"There's no hurry, is there? What's wrong with this place?"

He gave a swift appreciative glance round the room where they were breakfasting. breakfasting.

Furrowbank was built on the side of a hill and from the windows one had an unbroken panorama of sleepy English countryside. On the had an unbroken panorama of sleepy English countryside. On the slope of the lawn thousands of daffodils had been planted. They were slope of the lawn thousands of daffodils had been planted. They were nearly over now, but a sheet of golden bloom still remained. nearly over now, but a sheet of golden bloom still remained.

Crumbling the toast on her plate, Rosaleen murmured: "You said we'd go to America - soon. As soon as it could be managed."

"Yes - but actually it isn't managed so easily. There's priority. Neither you nor I have any business reasons to put forward. Things are always you nor I have any business reasons to put forward. Things are always difficult after a war." difficult after a war."

He felt faintly irritated with himself as he spoke. The reasons he advanced, though genuine enough, had the sound of excuses. He advanced, though genuine enough, had the sound of excuses. He wondered if they sounded that way to the girl who sat opposite him. wondered if they sounded that way to the girl who sat opposite him. And why was she suddenly so keen to go to America? And why was she suddenly so keen to go to America?

Rosaleen murmured: "You said we'd only be here for a short time. You didn't say we were going to live here." didn't say we were going to live here."

"What's wrong with Warmsley Vale - and Furrowbank? Come now?"

"Nothing. It's them - all of them!"

"The Cloades?"

"Yes."

"That's just what I get a kick out of," said David. "I like seeing their smug faces eaten up with envy and malice. Don't grudge me my fun, smug faces eaten up with envy and malice. Don't grudge me my fun, Rosaleen." Rosaleen."

She said in a low troubled voice: "I wish you didn't feel like that. I don't like it."

"Have some spirit, girl. We've been pushed around enough, you and I. The Cloades have lived soft - soft. Lived on big brother Gordon. Little The Cloades have lived soft - soft. Lived on big brother Gordon. Little fleas on a big flea. I hate their kind - I always have." fleas on a big flea. I hate their kind - I always have."

She said, shocked: "I don't like hating people. It's wicked."

"Don't you think they hate you? Have they been kind to you - friendly?"

She said doubtfully: "They haven't been unkind. They haven't done me any harm."

"But they'd like to, babyface. They'd like to." He laughed recklessly. "If they weren't so careful of their own skins, you'd be found with a knife they weren't so careful of their own skins, you'd be found with a knife in your back one fine morning." in your back one fine morning."

She shivered.

"Don't say such dreadful things."

"Well - perhaps not a knife. Strychnine in the soup."

She stared at him, her mouth tremulous.

"You're joking..."

He became serious again.

"Don't worry, Rosaleen. I'll look after you. They've got me to deal with."

She said, stumbling over the words, "If it's true what you say - about their hating us - hating me - why don't we go to London? We'd be safe their hating us - hating me - why don't we go to London? We'd be safe there - away from them all." there - away from them all."

"The country's good for you, my girl. You know it makes you ill being in London." London."

"That was when the bombs were there - the bombs." She shivered, closed her eyes. "I'll never forget - never..." closed her eyes. "I'll never forget - never..."

"Yes, you will." He took her gently by the shoulders, shook her slightly.

"Snap out of it, Rosaleen. You were badly shocked, but it's over now. There are no more bombs. Don't think about it. Don't remember. The There are no more bombs. Don't think about it. Don't remember. The doctor said country air and a country life for a long time to come. doctor said country air and a country life for a long time to come. That's why I want to keep you away from London." That's why I want to keep you away from London."

"Is that really why? Is it, David? I thought - perhaps -"

"What did you think?"

Rosaleen said slowly: "I thought perhaps it was because of her you wanted to be here..."

"Her?"

"You know the one I mean. The girl the other night. The one who was in the Wrens." the Wrens."

His face was suddenly black and stern.

"Lynn? Lynn Marchmont?"

"She means something to you, David."

"Lynn Marchmont? She's Rowley's girl. Good old stay-at-home Rowley. That bovine slow-witted good-looking ox." That bovine slow-witted good-looking ox."

"I watched you talking to her the other night."

"Oh, for Heaven's sake, Rosaleen."

"And you've seen her since, haven't you?"

"I met her near the farm the other morning when I was out riding."

"And you'll meet her again."

"Of course I'll always be meeting her! This is a tiny place. You can't go two steps without falling over a Cloade. But if you think I've fallen for two steps without falling over a Cloade. But if you think I've fallen for Lynn Marchmont, you're wrong. She's a proud stuckup unpleasant girl Lynn Marchmont, you're wrong. She's a proud stuckup unpleasant girl without a civil tongue in her head. I wish old Rowley joy of her. No, without a civil tongue in her head. I wish old Rowley joy of her. No, Rosaleen, my girl, she's not my type." Rosaleen, my girl, she's not my type."

She said doubtfully, "Are you sure, David?"

"Of course I'm sure."

She said half-timidly: "I know you don't like my laying out the cards... But they come true, they do indeed. There was a girl bringing trouble and sorrow - a girl they do indeed. There was a girl bringing trouble and sorrow - a girl would come from over the sea. There was a dark stranger, too, coming would come from over the sea. There was a dark stranger, too, coming into our lives, and bringing danger with him. There was the death card, into our lives, and bringing danger with him. There was the death card, and -" and -"

"You and your dark strangers!" David laughed. "What a ma.s.s of superst.i.tion you are. Don't have any dealings with a dark stranger, superst.i.tion you are. Don't have any dealings with a dark stranger, that's my advice to you." that's my advice to you."

He strolled out of the house laughing, but when he was away from the house, his face clouded over and he frowned to himself murmuring: house, his face clouded over and he frowned to himself murmuring: "Bad luck to you, Lynn. Coming home from abroad and upsetting the apple cart." apple cart."

For he realised that at this very moment he was deliberately making a course on which he might hope to meet the girl he had just course on which he might hope to meet the girl he had just apostrophised so savagely. apostrophised so savagely.

Rosaleen watched him stroll away across the garden and out through the small gate that gave on to a public footpath across the fields. Then the small gate that gave on to a public footpath across the fields. Then she went up to her bedroom and looked through the clothes in her she went up to her bedroom and looked through the clothes in her wardrobe. She always enjoyed touching and feeling her new mink wardrobe. She always enjoyed touching and feeling her new mink coat. To think she should own a coat like that - she could never quite coat. To think she should own a coat like that - she could never quite get over the wonder of it. She was in her bedroom when the get over the wonder of it. She was in her bedroom when the parlourmaid came up to tell her that Mrs Marchmont had called. parlourmaid came up to tell her that Mrs Marchmont had called.

Adela was sitting in the drawing-room with her lips set tightly together and her heart beating at twice its usual speed. She had been steeling and her heart beating at twice its usual speed. She had been steeling herself for several days to make an appeal to Rosaleen but true to her herself for several days to make an appeal to Rosaleen but true to her nature had procrastinated. nature had procrastinated.

She had also been bewildered by finding that Lynn's att.i.tude had unaccountably changed and that she was now rigidly opposed to her unaccountably changed and that she was now rigidly opposed to her mother seeking relief from her anxieties by asking Gordon's widow for mother seeking relief from her anxieties by asking Gordon's widow for a loan. a loan.

However another letter from the Bank Manager that morning had driven Mrs Marchmont into positive action. She could delay no longer. driven Mrs Marchmont into positive action. She could delay no longer. Lynn had gone out early, and Mrs Marchmont had caught sight of Lynn had gone out early, and Mrs Marchmont had caught sight of David Hunter walking along the footpath - so the coast was clear. She David Hunter walking along the footpath - so the coast was clear. She particularly wanted to get Rosaleen alone, without David, rightly particularly wanted to get Rosaleen alone, without David, rightly judging that Rosaleen alone would be a far easier proposition. judging that Rosaleen alone would be a far easier proposition.

Nevertheless she felt dreadfully nervous as she waited in the sunny drawing-room, though she felt slightly better when Rosaleen came in drawing-room, though she felt slightly better when Rosaleen came in with what Mrs Marchmont always thought of as her "half-witted look" with what Mrs Marchmont always thought of as her "half-witted look" more than usually marked. more than usually marked.

"I wonder," thought Adela to herself, "if the blast did it or if she was always like that?" always like that?"

Rosaleen stammered.

"Oh, g-g-ood morning. Is there anything? Do sit down."

"Such a lovely morning," said Mrs Marchmont brightly. "All my early tulips are out. Are yours?" tulips are out. Are yours?"

The girl stared at her vacantly.

"I don't know."

What was one to do, thought Adela, with someone who didn't talk gardening or dogs - those standbyes of rural conversation. gardening or dogs - those standbyes of rural conversation.

Aloud she said, unable to help the tinge of acidity that crept into her tone: tone: "Of course you have so many gardeners - they attend to all that."

"I believe we're shorthanded. Old Mullard wants two more men, he says. But there seems a terrible shortage still of labour." says. But there seems a terrible shortage still of labour."

The words came out with a kind of glib parrot-like delivery - rather like a child who repeats what it has heard a grownup person say. a child who repeats what it has heard a grownup person say.

Yes, she was like a child. Was that, Adela wondered, her charm? Was that what had attracted that hard-headed shrewd business man, that what had attracted that hard-headed shrewd business man, Gordon Cloade, and blinded him to her stupidity and her lack of Gordon Cloade, and blinded him to her stupidity and her lack of breeding? After all, it couldn't only be looks. Plenty of good-looking breeding? After all, it couldn't only be looks. Plenty of good-looking women had angled unsuccessfully to attract him. women had angled unsuccessfully to attract him.

But childishness, to a man of sixty-two, might be an attraction. Was it, could it be, real - or was it a pose - a pose that had paid and so had could it be, real - or was it a pose - a pose that had paid and so had become second nature? become second nature?

Rosaleen was saying, "David's out, I'm afraid..." and the words recalled Mrs Marchmont to herself. David might return. Now was her recalled Mrs Marchmont to herself. David might return. Now was her chance and she must not neglect it. The words stuck in her throat but chance and she must not neglect it. The words stuck in her throat but she got them out. she got them out.

"I wonder - if you would help me?"

"Help you?"

Rosaleen looked surprised, uncomprehending.

"I - things are very difficult - you see, Gordon's death has made a great difference to us all." difference to us all."