“Yes, that is so.”

“You can’t go alone,” said Uncle Peter, frowning.

“I’ve thought of that. There is a young woman at the Mission. Her name is Kitty. I took quite a fancy to her. I thought I would employ her as a maid and take her with me.”

“A girl from the Mission!” cried Uncle Peter. “What sort of girl?”

“She’s had a hard life. She came up to London from the country. She had a job as maid or something. The master of the house was offensive and the mistress turned her out. Frances is looking for a good situation for her.”

“You want to be careful whom you employ,” said Uncle Peter.

“I am being very careful. I like Kitty. Frances says she is a good girl.”

“Frances is apt to have a rose-coloured view of her inmates.”

“I think Frances is very shrewd,” said Aunt Amaryllis.

“In any case, I’ve made up my mind,” I told them. “I shall go down to the Mission and put this proposition to Kitty and Frances. And if they are agreeable I shall employ her. I’ll get some clothes for her. I think she would like to go to the country for a while.”

Aunt Amaryllis nodded, with tears in her eyes.

I went that very day to the Mission and put my proposition first to Frances.

She was delighted with it. “Just what Kitty needs,” she said. “She took a great fancy to you from the day she saw you. I’ll send for her. She’s peeling potatoes in the kitchen.”

Kitty arrived and when I told her what I had in mind, her delight was a joy to see.

“It will be very quiet where I’m going,” I warned her. “Just a little cottage on the edge of an estate which was once mine. There won’t be any other servants.”

“When do we leave, Miss Cadorson?” asked Kitty.

Frances embraced us both—a rare demonstration for her.

“You’ve made a good choice,” she said.

And in spite of what lay before me my spirits lifted a little.

Kitty and I travelled part of the way on the railway, which was a novelty to us both. It seemed so wonderful to travel in such an exciting fashion, but of course the railways were encroaching all over the countryside at this time. It was a great innovation, but nothing could be wholly good, it seemed, and many stagecoach drivers were being deprived of their livelihoods. I had heard many a sad story of their fates from Frances and Peterkin.

We stayed at night at an inn at Exeter and there heard from the landlord that the railways would in time be the end of the old coaching inns.

We travelled the rest of the way by coach which dropped us in the town. Mr. and Mrs. Tamblin were there to meet us for they had been warned of my coming. They both greeted me warmly and I introduced Kitty as my maid. She was very demure and I could see how excited she was. She had told me on the night before that she had never had such an exciting adventure in her life and had never thought to travel in a real train. She stood at the window of the inn and inhaled the fresh country air.

I felt very pleased that I had been able to do something to make her so happy. Mrs. Tamblin told me that she had had certain things taken out of store and put into Croft Cottage, so it could be lived in right away. Then I could decide what other things I wanted. She herself would come along with me to the storage warehouse and explain everything to me. But first we were going to spend a night with them. We could start sorting everything out in the morning. She knew how tired and hungry we must be after that long journey.

“And you travelled on the train!” she cried, looking at us with wonder. I think she thought we had taken our lives in our hands to travel in such a strange contraption.

The Tamblins’ carriage had been waiting for us and in a short time we arrived at their house. I was ushered into my bedroom and Kitty was to sleep in a little dressing room attached to it.

“Now you wash the journey off you and then come down to eat. I’ll go and see that they get it on the table.”

So I did.

Kitty was given a meal in the kitchen and I sat down with the Tamblins.

“It is good to see you back,” said Mrs. Tamblin. “I was hoping you might come when orders were sent to see about the repairs to Croft Cottage.”

“Is it now in good order?”

“In perfect order. It’s a pleasant little place,” said Mrs. Tamblin.

“Your mother did well to buy it,” added her husband.

“Do you think I shall find a buyer quickly?”

“Property is not going all that quickly now and it is rather remote. A lot depends on luck.”

“Perhaps you will like it so much you’ll change your mind about selling,” said Mrs. Tamblin.

I was silent.

“I was wondering,” she went on, “how you’d feel about being so close to Cador.”

“I don’t know … yet.”

“What a change in that place! Isaacs is very worried about the way things are going. I saw Mrs. Penlock the other day. She was near to tears.”

“It’s going downhill fast, I think,” said Mr. Tamblin. “Even a big estate can’t stand up to that sort of thing.”

“What sort of thing?”

“I don’t exactly know. There are rumours. Mortgages and so on … changing things. They’re spending money like water. And there’s nothing done to the farms nor to the house itself. You have to keep your eye on those sorts of places. People forget how old they are. A little crack … and in no time it’s a big crack … and my goodness, then there’s trouble. You’ve got to be on the watch all the time.”

“I should have thought Bob Carter would have seen to things.” I wanted to ask what Rolf was doing about it, but could not bring myself to mention his name.

“Bob Carter? Oh, he’s not there now.”

“Not there? Where is he then?”

“He went over to the Manor.”

“Why?”

“After the marriage, of course.”

“But I should have thought …”

“Apparently he never got on with Luke Tregern.”

“Did he have to? Luke was at the Manor, Bob at Cador.”

They looked at me in astonishment.

“Oh, I suppose you haven’t heard about the marriage.”

“I heard something in London.”

“So you know then,” said Mrs. Tamblin. “You could have knocked me down with a feather. Of course, being as she is, perhaps it fits. My goodness, it was a bad day for Cador when she took over.”

“You just can’t do it,” said Mr. Tamblin. “You have to be brought up to that sort of thing … managing a place like that. You can’t take everything out and put nothing back.”

“But I should have thought Mr. Hanson …”

“He’s sitting pretty, of course. The difference in those two estates! We used to say that Cador was the giant and the Manor the dwarf. It’s a bit different now.”

I repeated: “But I should have thought …”

Mr. Tamblin said: “It is clear you haven’t heard. That woman, Maria Cadorson, as she claims to be, married Luke Tregern.”

Understanding dawned in me in a blinding flash. I felt suddenly deliriously happy.

“I thought … that it was Mr. Hanson who had married her,” I stammered.

“Mr. Hanson! Marry that woman! You must be joking,” said Mrs. Tamblin.

“I heard it in London. Someone said it was ‘the chap from the Manor’ and I immediately thought …”

Mrs. Tamblin laughed. “Not in a month of Sundays could I see that coming about. No, it was Luke Tregern for her, from the moment she got here. She just went for him. He knew which side his bread was buttered.”

“He was always sly,” said Mr. Tamblin. “He always had an eye for the main chance.”

“Mr. Hanson always said he was a good manager.”

“That was when he was managing someone else’s estate. Now he’s gone wild. He’s mortgaged the place up to the hilt, so I heard. He doesn’t work through me. I suppose he doesn’t want me to know too much. I’m too near. But these things get round. Oh, it was a sad day when that woman came to Cornwall.”

I was not listening. I was savouring the fact that Rolf had not married her.

I lay in bed that night unable to sleep. I was here, where I had begun to feel I belonged. And I had misjudged Rolf. I had thought he would do anything to get possession of Cador.

And all the time it was Luke Tregern!

How happy I was that I had come back.

I longed to see Rolf.

The next day we went to the cottage. It looked charming. The workmen had done a good job and Mrs. Tamblin had arranged some things as she thought I should like them.

There were two bedrooms and she had bought beds and put those in because she had thought I would not come alone. She had selected a few items of furniture from those stored and had put curtains up at the windows.

I thanked her warmly for all she had done.

“At least,” she said, “it’s habitable. I don’t know how long you’ll stay, but if you’re going to sell the place you want to have it looking like a home. And you can sell the bits and pieces with the place if you want to.”

“You think of everything, Mrs. Tamblin.”

I felt as though I were walking on air. I thought: I shall see him again and if he really cares for me … this time I shall not be foolish.

Kitty worked hard to get the house as I wanted it. Mrs. Tamblin hovered dispensing little scraps of gossip, little realizing how important they were to me.

Mr. Hanson was away, she told me. He was often nowadays. Mrs. Tamblin had an idea that he deplored the changes. There were conflicts between Luke Tregern and Bob Carter about the land, and it made for an uneasy situation. Mr. Hanson left all the haggling to Bob; it was as though he could not bear to deal with his ex-manager.

During the first afternoon Mrs. Penlock called. It was good to see her and she was quite emotional at our meeting.