She was awoken early one morning by the doorbell ringing hard and continuously. Pulling on a wrap, she approached cautiously and switched on the speaker.

‘Who is it?’

‘Jarvis.’

She couldn’t move. Wild thoughts raced through her head, but then he said quietly, ‘Please, Meryl, let me in.’ And she opened it at once.

He looked so ill, she thought. So changed.

His pallor had a grey tinge and he looked drained by weariness and strain, but that wasn’t the change. What really altered him was the hesitancy in his eyes, as though all his confidence had fled.

She stood back for him to pass her, trying not to feel anything. Jarvis was right about that. It was better to stay safe. But she couldn’t stop her heart aching for him.

He seemed to be having trouble speaking. Whatever he wanted to say, it wasn’t easy. But when had he ever found anything easy?

‘You look as if you’ve had a bad journey,’ she said, giving him time. ‘I’ll get you some coffee.’

While the coffee perked she returned to her room and returned in trousers and sweater. She served the coffee on a low table by the couch and glanced around for him. He was looking at a niche where the bags he’d sent after her were standing. She’d dumped them there and never had the heart to touch them.

He turned to her and his look made her heart miss a beat. His eyes were defenceless, as never before.

‘I came to say I’m sorry.’

Throw yourself into his arms, said her heart. But-

No, said hard learned caution. Why this all of a sudden?

‘Why?’ Just the one word was all she could manage.

‘I learned the truth. Steen’s collection was on television, plus something about his wife, and how you brought them together.’

‘I see.’ The faint flickering hope died. Jarvis was a conscientious man where facts were concerned.

‘I should have trusted you. In my heart I always knew I could.’

‘No, you didn’t,’ she said with a sad smile. ‘You say that now when it’s easy-I’m sorry-’ he’d winced ‘-I didn’t mean that unkindly, it’s just that-’

‘I know. It’s easy when you have the facts. It’s when you don’t have them that you need blind faith and trust. And I didn’t come through for you, did I?’

‘Jarvis, please-it doesn’t matter. I’m glad you know the truth. It was nice of you to come all this way to tell me yourself.’

‘I had another reason. There’s something you have to know. It’ll be in the newspapers soon, but I wanted to be the one to tell you. You’re the only person who’ll really understand.’

She returned to the sofa and indicated for him to sit in a facing chair while she poured the coffee. ‘What’s happened?’

‘The workmen came across something in that passage that links your room to mine. You mentioned one day that it seemed oddly narrow, and you were right. There’s a false wall, with a tiny room behind it. You’ll scarcely believe what we found there.’

‘What?’

‘Marguerite.’

Meryl stared. ‘But-she ran away.’

‘That’s what we thought, because she vanished suddenly. So did the steward and her maid. But they were all there. They’ve been there for six hundred years. No-’ he said quickly when Meryl gave a little shudder, ‘oddly enough it wasn’t particularly unpleasant. After all this time they were little more than dust. The clothes lasted better. She was wearing the pearls she has on in her portrait.’

‘But how did it happen?’

‘It seems Giles wasn’t the grieving husband we all thought. He wanted her money all for himself, but he didn’t want to share with her. He murdered her, and the steward, and her maid, to make it look convincing. Then he walled them up, and spread the story of how she’d deserted him.

‘To make it convincing he put the Vendanne pearls in there as well, probably because it was the one place nobody could find them. He must have meant to retrieve them later, when the fuss had died down, but he died too soon and nobody knew they were there.’

‘Poor Marguerite,’ Meryl murmured.

‘Yes. Harry doesn’t think she was ever really in love with the steward at all. That was just a lie to explain her disappearance. She was probably faithful and devoted to her husband, but he just wanted to take, not give.’ There was a pause before Jarvis added, ‘I’m afraid that may be a characteristic of the Larnes.’

Meryl gave a wan smile. ‘That I should ever hear you being sentimental!’

‘It comes too close for comfort. I resented your generosity because I saw you as an interloper. I thought I was guarding my heritage from an invader, but actually I was just selfishly refusing to share. Everything you did, getting to know everyone, finding the outlet for the knitting, was all because you wanted to give and become part of us. And I rejected you because-’ he shuddered ‘-I think I was jealous. You took what I thought of as mine and made it yours, not with money, but by winning their love.’

‘You had nothing to be jealous of, Jarvis. I didn’t want to deprive you of anything. I fell in love with Larne from the first moment.’

‘Only with Larne?’

‘No,’ she said with a sigh. ‘I fell in love with you. But that’s old history now. I couldn’t really get through to you. We had our moments-’ she smiled as certain memories came back to her ‘-but you were always fighting me.’

‘I want to make amends.’

He spoke gently, and laid his hand on hers, almost pleading. But they weren’t the words she needed to hear.

‘Amends? That sounds like something out of the business relationship. Still, I guess that was all we really had, wasn’t it?’

He winced. ‘I only meant that I wanted to put things right between us.’

‘But what is “right”, where we’re concerned? We were all wrong from the start.’

‘But it could be different now. Do you remember I once said I couldn’t feel really married to you while I had nothing to give? I told you we found the jewels. Their value is incredible. If I’d had them before-’

‘You wouldn’t have needed me,’ Meryl broke in wryly.

‘That’s not what I’m trying to say.’

‘If you’d had them before, we’d never have met.’

‘Somehow we’d have met. We were meant to, and with the value of those jewels I could have looked you in the eye from the start.’

She searched his face, trying to find in it something she desperately needed.

‘Oh, Jarvis,’ she said sadly at last. ‘If you’d ever really loved me, you could have looked me in the eye at any time, money or no money. OK, you’re rich now, and you think that makes a difference. Shall I tell you something about rich men that’ll surprise you? They’re ten a penny. I’ve hardly known any other kind, and I don’t give that for them!’ She snapped her fingers.

‘You were different. You were worth more as a man. You weren’t sleek and superficial like the others. I wanted to give to you, not to control you, but to do something for you and know I’d made a difference for good in your life. And if you’d loved me just a little, you’d have known how to take from me without your pride being offended, and that would have been all I asked. But because you didn’t have any money-’ she put a world of loathing and contempt into the word ‘-you couldn’t value yourself and you couldn’t value me. And now you’ve got a pile of cash and you think it makes everything all right?’

He rose quickly, slamming one fist into the other hand. ‘I can’t follow you when you talk like this. I just thought that the barriers were down between us at last.’

‘Oh, yes. Benedict was a barrier, and money was a barrier, and now they’re both down. I see that.’

‘And it’s not enough?’

‘Of course it’s not enough. I wanted you to love me enough to surmount the barriers. Having them come down isn’t the same.’

‘I don’t know how to tell you how much I love you,’ he stammered. ‘I thought you’d know.’

‘Some things have to be said. But at the right time. For us the time will never be right.’

He took hold of her. ‘We can make it right,’ he said desperately, ‘if you’ll only come home with me.’

‘I can’t, it’s too late,’ she cried in anguish. ‘If you knew how much I wanted it to be my home, but you wouldn’t let me inside-not where it really matters.’

He groaned. ‘I know it’s my fault, but things have changed-’

‘Yes, things-not you. “Let invaders tremble.” You do make me tremble because I know I have to watch for the boiling oil.’ She touched his face. ‘It’ll always be there, in the back of my mind, if not yours. I’ll never be anything but an invader.’

‘I came to ask you for another chance,’ he said sombrely. ‘But how can I ask for your love? I haven’t done much to deserve it, have I?’

‘Jarvis, you don’t deserve love, or earn it. It just happens, and you have to learn how to take it.’

‘Come home and teach me,’ he pleaded.

She shook her head. ‘Once I thought I could, but that was in my arrogant days when I thought I could do anything, just because I was Meryl Winters. But you showed me that the money was all I had, and it wasn’t enough. Let’s do what you said, and leave it there. We were never meant to be.’

He had no way to persuade her. If she couldn’t find the words, how could he? He could only stand in silence as she slipped off his mother’s ring and handed it to him. After that there was nothing to do but leave.

For anything except designing Benedict was a disorganised man, and it took the combined efforts of his staff, his wife and Meryl to have everything ready for the departure to Paris a week later. Meryl was glad. It saved having to think.

They reached the airport in more than good time for the Paris flight. Meryl was surprised that Benedict and Amanda had insisted on setting out a clear hour before they needed to, but she went along with it. What did anything matter?