"I'll pick you up at six and we can drive up the coast for dinner."

Julia sent Willie to straighten up the lab. "You're sure you don't want me to stay up here?" he asked quietly, a careful eye on Barnabas, who was standing by the fireplace.

"I can handle it, Willie."

"Stop whispering about me," Barnabas said without turning.

Willie needed no further urging, and took off to the bas.e.m.e.nt, hoping to avoid the anger he heard in that voice. "We weren't whispering, Barnabas," Julia said. "We're just concerned -"

"Of course. So you found Quentin and tracked me down to Collinsport. You are not my keeper, Doctor."

Julia's jaw tightened. He knew how much she hated for him to call her that. "At the moment, you appear to need one." Julia seldom lost her temper with this man, but something snapped at his attack. "Why I've put up with your moods, your temper, I have no idea."

He looked up at her. "Oh, come now, Julia. We both know the reason," he said harshly.34.

Julia paled and turned away. As a psychiatrist, Julia could be logical about Barnabas' attack. He was hurting and was lashing out at those closest to him. But as a woman in love with Barnabas Collins, she felt as if he had slapped her. She had forgotten how quickly he could turn on someone. But it would be different this time. No matter how much it hurt her, she would force him to work through the rage and anger now, not allow it to build until they were a danger to everyone around him.

Julia's stricken expression pierced Barnabas' rage-clouded brain. "Forgive me, Julia. That was unfair of me." He turned back to the fire. "I suppose I should be grate ful for what you all did this evening. I just can't seem to care any longer."

"Why did you destroy the lab?"

"What do I have to look forward to if I'm cured, Julia?"

"Would you prefer to continue as you are?" she asked him.

"No," he said at last. "No, of course not."

"Then I'll continue my work. I'm sure that once you're cured you'll see everything more clearly."

His smile was a faint echo of others she had known. "I don't deserve your friendship, Julia, but I am glad that you are my friend." He came to stand before her, taking her hand. "It would be very easy for me now to say what you want to hear, but it wouldn't be fair to you."

"I know, Barnabas. I've learned to accept it." She watched him moved restlessly around the room. "It might help you to talk about her, Barnabas. I'm a good listener." She smiled. "It's a prerequisite for being a psychiatrist."

For several minutes, she thought he was going to ignore the offer. Then he began to speak. Softly, quietly. "There are so many things. This house. So much about it reminds me of our brief time together. We were married in this room, with only my mother and Ben Stokes in attendance. The arguments. I remember the day she arrived.

I wasn't expecting her to come here with Josette's aunt. When I opened the door and saw her, I was happy that she had come. But I forced myself to push it away. To push her away. For her sake."

"For her sake?"

"Yes. There was no future possible for us. I had chosen to marry Josette, and I did love her, Julia." He began telling her about those months on Martinique, about his decision and the reasons for it.

Julia sat until dawn, listening, hoping that it would prove a catharsis. A rooster's crow made Barnabas look up.

"Thank you, Julia. I'll see you this evening."

She watched him leave the room, then went to check on Willie's progress in the lab.

Julia told the family about Angelique's death, and of its effect on Barnabas. "So if he seems a bit-preoccupied or moody, you'll know why."

"Poor Barnabas," Carolyn sighed. "His luck with women is atrocious."

"Really, Carolyn."

"It's true, Mother. He was in love with Vicki, she married Jeff Clark and left; then Maggie left for Europe with Sebastian Shaw; and now Angelique."

Elizabeth frowned at Julia. "Will he be alright?"

"I think so, Elizabeth. I stayed up all night, letting him talk about her. I'm hoping it helped. Speaking of Maggie, have you heard from her lately?"

"As a matter of fact, I have. I received a letter yesterday. She and Sebastian have gone their separate ways, and she's returning to Collinsport."

David's eyes lit up. "Is she going to be my governess?" Since Prof. Stokes sudden decision last week to take Hallie to Europe until the fall and then put her in a private school in New York, he was lonely. During the winter, he and Hallie had gone through35.

three governesses - simply because the women weren't Maggie.

"If she wants the job, yes."

"Uncle Roger might not agree. He was livid when she ran off with Sebastian."

"Roger will adjust," Elizabeth said with confidence.

Barnabas' depression had not lightened that evening, as Julia had hoped. If anything, it was worse. He submitted to her tests, but said almost nothing. She found him near dawn in what had once been the master bedroom.

"Julia, I want you to do something for me."

"If I can," she said. She had learned from experience that giving Barnabas carte blanche could be dangerous.

"Go to Little Windward. See if the portrait of Angelique is there."

"And - if it is?"

"Bring it here."

She understood. "You're going to hang it here in this room, aren't you?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes. Yes, it does matter. You turned the other room into a - shrine to Josette. Now you plan to repeat that - making this one into a shrine to Angelique. it's unhealthy to -"

"Will you do as I ask? I could simply send Willie -"

He was determined to have that portrait, she realized. Knowing the impossibility of arguing against his intractability, Julia said, "No. I'll go, Barnabas."

The house at Little Windward had been closed since before Sky Rumsen's death, and dust covers lent the rooms an eerie air. The portrait was in its place, and as she looked at the blond woman's beautiful face, she said, "If only you knew what your death was doing to him. You hated that shrine to Josette even more than I. And now he's doing the same thing all over again be-

cause of you. Dare I go back and tell him that the portrait was gone? No, she decided. He wouldn't believe me. I have to take it to him.

Willie finished hanging the portrait over the mantle as Julia watched. "I don't know, Julia. You think maybe he's goin' crazy?" he asked.