I awoke with a start. The moon was still visible and in the room in my half awakened state I seemed to see the dark shape of a woman.

I knew it was Alice. She did not speak yet she was telling me something. ” You must not go from here. You must stay. I cannot rest.

You can help me. You must help us all. “

I was trembling all over. I sat up in bed. Now I saw what had startled me. When I had packed I had left the door of the cupboard open, and what appeared to be the ghost of Alice was only her riding habit.

I was late up next morning because when I had slept I had done so deeply, and it was Kitty banging on the door with my hot water who awakened me. She could not get in and dearly she wondered what was wrong.

I leaped out of bed and unlocked the door.

” Anything wrong, Miss?” she asked.

” No,” I answered sharply, and she waited a few seconds for my explanation ‘of the locked door.

I was certainly not going to give it to her, and she was so full of last night’s ball that she was not as interested as she would have been had there been nothing else to absorb her.

” Wasn’t it lovely. Miss? I watched from my room. They danced on the lawn in the moonlight. My dear life, I never saw such a sight. It was like it used to be when the mistress was here. You look tired, Miss.

Did they keep you awake? “

” Yes,” I said, ” they did.”

” Oh, well, it’s all over now. Mr. Polgrey’s already having the plants taken back. Fussing over them like a hen with her chicks, he be. The hall do look a sorry mess this morning, I can tell ‘ee. It’s going to take Daisy and me all day to get it cleared up, you see.”

I yawned and she put my hot water by the hip bath and went out. In five minutes’ time she was back again.

I was half clothed, and wrapped a towel about me to shield myself from her too inquisitive eyes.

” It’s Master,” she said. ” He’s asking for you. Wants to see you right away. In the punch room. He said,” Tell Miss Leigh it is most urgent. “

” ” Oh,” I said.

“Most urgent, Miss,” Kitty repeated, and I nodded.

I finished washing and dressed quickly. I guessed what this meant.

Very likely there would be some complaint. I would be given my notice because I was inefficient in some way. I began to think of Miss Jansen, and I wondered whether something of this nature had happened in her case. ” Here one day and gone the next.” Some trumped-up case against her. What if he should trump up a case against me?

That man is quite unscrupulous! I thought.

Well, I would be first. I would tell of my decision to leave, before he had a chance to dismiss me.

I went down to the punch room prepared for battle.

He was wearing a blue riding jacket and he did not look as though he had been up half the night.

” Good morning. Miss Leigh,” he said, and to my astonishment he smiled.

I did not return the smile. ” Good morning,” I said. ” I g have already packed my bags and should like to leave as soon as possible.”

” Miss Leigh!” His voice was reproachful, and I felt an absurd joy rising within me. I was saying to myself: He doesn’t want you to go.

He’s not asking you to go. He’s actually going to apologise.

I heard myself say in a high, prim voice, which I should have hated in anyone else as self righteous and priggish: ” I consider it the only course open to me after ” He cut in: ” After my outrageous conduct of last night. Miss Leigh, I am going to ask you to forget that. I fear the excitement of the moment overcame me. I forgot with whom I was dancing. I have asked you to overlook my depravity on this occasion, and to say generously I am sure you are generous, Miss Leigh we will draw a veil over that unpleasant little incident and go on as we were before.”

I had a notion that he was mocking me but I was suddenly so happy that I did not care.

I was not going. The letter to Phillida need not be posted. I was not to leave in disgrace.

I inclined my head and I said: ” I accept your apology, Mr. TreMellyn.

We will forget this unpleasant and unfortunate incident. “

Then I turned and went out of the room.

I found that I was taking the stairs three at a time; my feet were almost dancing as they had been unable to resist dancing last night in the solarium.

The incident was over. I was going to stay. The whole house seemed to warm to me. I knew in that moment that if I had to leave this place I should be quite desolate.

I had always been given to self-analysis and I said to myself, Why this elation? Why would you be so wretched if you had to leave Mount I had the answer ready: Because there is some secret here. Because I want to solve it. Because I want to help those two bewildered children; for Alvean is as bewildered as poor little Gillyflower.

But perhaps that was not the only reason. Perhaps I was a little more than interested in the Master of the house.

Perhaps had I been wise I should have recognised the danger signals.

But I was not wise. Women in my position rarely are.

That day Alvean and I took our riding lesson as usual. It went off well and the only remarkable thing about it was that I wore the new riding habit. It was different from the other, for it consisted of the tightly fitting dress of light-weight material and with it was a jacket, tailored almost like a man’s.

I was delighted that Alvean showed no sign of fear after her small mishap of the day before, and I said that in a few days’ time we might attempt a little jumping.

We arrived back at the house and I went to my room to change before tea.

I took off the jacket, thinking of the shock these things had given me in the night, and I laughed at my fears, for I was in very high spirits that day. I slipped out of the dress with some difficulty (Alice had been just that little bit more slender than I), put on my grey cotton—Aunt Adelaide had warned me that it was advisable not to wear the same dress two days running-and was about to hang up the riding habit in the cupboard when I felt something in the pocket of the coat.

I thrust in my hand in surprise, for I was sure I had had my hands in the pockets before this and nothing had been there.

There was nothing actually in the pocket now but there was something beneath the silk lining. I laid the jacket on the bed and examining it soon discovered the concealed pocket. I merely had to unhook it and there it was; in it was a book, a small diary.

My heart beat very fast as I took it out because I knew that this belonged to Alice.

I hesitated for a moment but I could not resist the impulse to look inside. Indeed I felt in that moment that it was my duty to look inside.

On the fly leaf was written in a rather childish hand ” Alice TreMellyn.” I looked at the date. It was the previous year so I knew that she had written in that diary during the last year of her life.

I turned the leaves. If I had expected a revelation of character I was soon disappointed. Alice had merely used this n as a record for her appointments. There was nothing in this book to make me understand her more.

I looked at the entries. ” Mount Widden to tea.”

” The Trelanders to dine.”

” C to Penzance.”

” C due back.”

Still it was written in Alice’s handwriting and that made it exciting to me.

I turned to the last entry in the book. It was under the twentieth of August. I looked back to July. Under the fourteenth was written: ” Treslyns and Trelanders to dine at M.M.”

” See dressmaker about blue satin.”

” Do not forget to see Polgrey about flowers.”

” Send Gilly to dressmaker.”

” Take Alvean for fitting.”

” If Jeweller has not sent brooch by sixteenth go to see him.” And on the sixteenth: ” Brooch not returned must go along tomorrow morning. Must have it for dinner party at Trelanders on eighteenth.”

It all sounded very trivial. What I had believed might be a great discovery was nothing very much. I put the book back into the pocket and went along to have tea in the schoolroom.

While Alvean and I were reading together a sudden thought struck me. I didn’t know the exact date of Alice’s death but it must have been soon after she was writing those trivial things in her diary. How odd that she should have thought it worth while to make those entries when she was planning to leave her husband and daughter for another man.

It suddenly became imperative to know the exact date of her death.

Alvean had had tea with her father because several people had come to pay duty calls and compliment Connan on last night’s ball.

Thus I was free to go out alone. So I made my way down to Mellyn village and to the churchyard where I presumed Alice’s remains would have been buried.

I had not seen much of the village before as I had had little opportunity of going so far except when we went to church on Sunday, so it was an interesting tour of exploration.

I ran almost all the way downhill and was very soon in the village. I reminded myself that it would be a different matter toiling uphill on my way back.

The village in the valley nestled about the old church, the grey tower of which was half covered in ivy. There was a pleasant little village green and a few grey stone houses clustered round it among which was a row of very ancient cottages which I guessed were of the same age as the church. I promised myself that I would make a closer examination of the village later. In the meantime I was most eager to find Alice’s grave.

I went through the lych gate and into the churchyard. It was very quiet there at this time of the day. I felt I was surrounded by the stillness of death and I almost wished that I had brought Alvean with me. She could have pointed out her mother’s grave.