“I?”

” But why not? I think we should show proper respect to the dead.”

” I have no mourning clothes.”

” My dear life, I’ll find a bonnet for ‘ee. I’ll give ‘ee a black band to sew on your cloak. Reckon that ‘ud be all right if we were just at the grave.

“Twouldn’t do for ‘ee to go into the church like, but then ‘(wouldn’t be right either … you being the governess here, and them having so many friends as will attend to fill Mellyn Church to the full.”

So it was agreed that I should accompany Mrs. Polgrey to the churchyard.

I was present when Sir Thomas’s body was lowered into the tomb.

It was an impressive ceremony, for the funeral had been a magnificent one in accordance with the Treslyn’s rank in the duchy. Crowds attended, but Mrs. Polgrey and I hovered only in the distance. I was glad of this; she deplored it.

It was enough for me to see the widow in flowing black draperies yet looking as beautiful as she ever had. Her lovely face was just visible among the flowing black, which seemed to become her even as green and mauve had on the night of the Christmas ball.

She moved with grace and she looked even more slender in her black than in the brilliant colours I had seen her wear, intensely feminine and appealing.

Connan was there, and I thought how elegant and distinguished he looked; I tried to fathom the expression on his face that I might discover his feelings. But he was determined to hide those feelings from the world; and I thought, in the circumstances, that was Just as well.

I watched the hearse with the large waving black plumes and I saw the coffin, carried by six bearers and covered with velvet palls of deep purple and black, taken into the church. I saw the banks of flowers and the mourners in their deathly black, the only colour being the white handkerchiefs which the women held to their eyes—and they had wide black borders.

A cold wind had swept the mists away and the winter sun shone brightly on the gilt of the coffin as it was lowered into the grave.

There was a deep silence in the churchyard, broken only by the sudden cry of gulls.

It was over and the mourners, Connan, Celestine and Peter among them, went back to their carriages which wound their way to Treslyn Hall.

Mrs. Polgrey and I returned to Mount Mellyn, where she insisted on the usual cup of tea and its accompaniment.

We sat drinking, and her eyes glittered. I knew she was finding it difficult to restrain her tongue. But ‘she said nothing of the effect this death might have on us all at Mount Mellyn. So great was her respect for the dead.

Sir Thomas was not forgotten. I heard his name mentioned often during the next few weeks. Mrs. Polgrey shook her head significantly when the Treslyns were mentioned, but her eyes were sharp and full of warning.

Daisy and Kitty were less discreet. When they brought my water in the mornings they would linger. I was a little cunning, I think. I longed to know what people were saying but I did n not want to ask, yet I managed to draw them out without, I hoped, seeming to do so.

It was true they did not need a lot of encouragement.

” I saw Lady Treslyn yesterday,” Daisy told me, one morning. ” Her didn’t look like a widow, in spite of the weeds.”

” Oh? In what way?”

” Don’tee ask me. Miss. She was quite pale and not smiling, but I could see something in her face … if you do get my meaning.”

” I’m afraid I don’t.”

” Kit were with me. She said the same. Like as though she were waiting and content because she wouldn’t have to wait long. A year though.

Seems a long time to me. “

” A year? What for?” I asked, although I knew very well what for.

Daisy looked at me and giggled.

“” Twon’t do for them to be seeing too much of each other for a bit, will it, Miss. After all, him dying here. almost on our doorstep.

“Twould seem as though they’d almost willed him to it.”

” Oh, Daisy, that’s absurd. How could anybody?”

” Well, that’s what you can’t say till you know, ‘twould seem.”

The conversation was getting dangerous. I dismissed her with ” I must hurry. I see I’m rather late.”

When she had gone, I thought: So there is talk about them. They are saying he was willed to die.

As long as that’s all they say, that won’t do much harm.

I wondered how careful they were being. I remembered hearing Phillida say that people in love behaved like ostriches. They buried their heads in the sand and thought, because they saw no one, no one saw them.

But they were not two inexperienced lovers.

No, I thought bitterly, it is clear that both are very experienced.

They knew the people among whom they lived. They would be careful.

It was later that day, when I was in the woods, that I heard the sound of horses’ hoofs walking nearby and then I heard Lady Treslyn say : ” Connan. Oh, Connan! ” They had met then . and to meet as near the house as this was surely foolish.

In the woods their voices carried. The trees hid me, but snatches of their conversation came to me.

“Linda! You shouldn’t have come.”

” I know … I know….” Her voice fell and I could not hear the rest.

” To send that message …” That was Connan. I could hear him more clearly than her, perhaps because I knew his voice so well. ” Your messenger will have been seen by some of the servants. You know how they gossip.”

” I know, but …”

“When did this come … ?”

” This morning. I had to show it to you right away.”

” It’s the first?”

” No, there was one two days ago. That’s why I had to see you, Connan.

No matter what . I’m frightened. “

” It’s mischief,” he said. ” Ignore it. Forget it.”

” Read it,” she cried. ” Read it.”

There was a short silence. Then Connan spoke. ” I see. There’s only one thing to be done….”

The horses had begun to move. In a few seconds they might come past the spot where I was. I hurried away through the trees.

I was very uneasy.

That day Connan left Mount Mellyn.

” Called away to Penzance,” Mrs. Polgrey told me. ” He said he was unsure how long he would be away.”

I wondered if his sudden departure had anything to do with the disquieting news which Lady Treslyn had brought to him that morning in the woods.

Several days passed. Alvean and I resumed our lessons and Gilly too came to the schoolroom.

I would give Gilly some small task while I worked with Alvean, such as trying to make letters in a tray of sand, or on a slate, or counting beads on an abacus. She was contented to do this and I believed that she was happy in my company, that from me she drew a certain comfort which had its roots in security. She had trusted Alice and she was transferring that trust to me.

Alvean had rebelled at first but I had pointed out the need to be kind to those less fortunate than ourselves, and at length I had worked on her sympathy so that she accepted Gilly’s presence, although a little sullenly. But I had noticed that now and then she would throw a glance at the child, and I was sure that at least she was very interested in her.

Connan had been away a week and it was a cold February morning when Mrs. Polgrey came into the schoolroom. I was very surprised to see her, for she rarely interrupted lessons; she was holding two letters in her hand and I could see that she was excited.

She made no excuses for her intrusion and said: “I have heard from the Master. He wants you to take Miss Alvean down to Penzance at once. Here is a letter for you. No doubt he explains more fully in that.”

She handed me the letter and I was afraid that she would see that my hand shook a little as I opened it.

My dear Miss Leigh, I read, I will be here for a few weeks, I think, and I am sure you will agree that it would be very desirable for Alvean to join me here. I do not think she should miss her lessons, so I am asking you to bring her and be prepared to stay for a week or so.

Perhaps you could be ready to leave tomorrow. Get Billy Trehay to drive you to the station for the 2. 30 train. Connan TreMellyn I knew that the colour had rushed to my face. I hoped I had not betrayed the extreme joy which took possession of me.

I said: ” Alvean, we are to join your father tomorrow.”

Alvean leapt up and threw herself into my arms, a most unusual display, but it moved me deeply to realise how much she cared for him.

This helped me to regain my own composure. I said:

” That is for tomorrow. To-day we will continue with our lessons.”

” But, Miss, there’s our packing to do.”

” We have this afternoon for that,” I said primly. ” Now, let us return to our work.”

I turned to Mrs. Polgrey.

“Yes,” I said, “Mr. TreMellyn wishes me to take Alvean to him.”

She nodded. I could see that she thought it very strange, and this was because he had never before shown such interest in the child.

” And you’re leaving tomorrow.”

” Yes. Billy Trehay is to be given instructions to drive us to the station in time for the 2.30 train.”

She nodded.

When she had gone I sat down in a daze. I could not concentrate more than Alvean could. It was some time before I remembered GiUy. She was looking at me with that blank expression in her eyes which I had dreamed of banishing.

Gilly understood more than one realised.

She knew that we were going away and that she would be left behind.

I could scarcely wait to begin my packing. Alvean and I had luncheon together in the schoolroom but neither of us was interested in’ food, and immediately after the meal we went to our rooms to do the packing.