‘Well, it sounds like you’re well out of that house,’ Annie said with finality. ‘From what you say, he’s a real control freak. Those poor children of his.’ She shook her head.

‘It’s like they’re scared of what will happen if they stand up to him,’ Cat said. ‘Which is weird, because Henry is totally not a wimp. If you spent any time with him, you’d know he’s got opinions of his own. But when it comes to his father, he just gives in. It’s like their father has some terrible hold on them.’

Her father rolled his eyes. ‘Spare us the melodrama, Cat. You’re still pretending you’re the heroine in one of those books of yours. The Tilneys are just another screwed-up family who need to find some grace.’ And so they left it, seeing exhaustion had caught up with Cat, who was more than glad to fall into her own bed, where to her surprise she slept like the dead.

Of course, the whole story had to be retold when Susie Allen came round for coffee in the morning. ‘OK,’ Susie said. ‘Let me run this past you again. He came back from London with some cock-and-bull story about a trip to rellies in the South of France that he’d completely forgotten?’

‘That’s what Ellie said. I never actually spoke to him after he came back.’

‘Extraordinary. I can just about see how you might forget you were going to Nice, but that’s no excuse to throw Cat out of the house before dawn. Thank heavens you’re home safe, Cat. With a man like that, you could have had a lucky escape.’

‘Don’t encourage her,’ Richard said as he passed through the kitchen on his way to conduct a funeral.

‘He was always very keen on you and Mr Allen,’ Cat said. ‘He talked about inviting you to Northanger.’

Susie snorted, ‘He can whistle for that. I wouldn’t set foot within a mile of any house of his.’

‘What did he want with Susie and Andrew?’ Annie wondered.

‘I don’t know. But he talks about money a lot. I think he spends a lot of time working out how much people are worth. In cash, I mean, not what they’re really worth,’ Cat said sadly. ‘Maybe he realised how skint we are, and that’s why he was so keen to get rid of me.’

‘That’s incredibly depressing,’ Susie said.

‘All the more reason to be glad you won’t have to have anything to do with the Tilneys from hereon.’ Annie’s voice was firm. But as she stood up to make more tea, she missed the fleeting look of regret that crossed her daughter’s face.

The support of family and friends surrounded Cat and supported her over the coming days. But in spite of their love and concern, she remained pale and drawn and more prone to long walks alone than she had been before her trip to Edinburgh. It wasn’t her treatment at the hands of the General that bothered her; she had accepted that as incomprehensible and of little use in the imaginative fantasies she liked to engage in and she had put it behind her. But she could not manage that feat when it came to Henry.

What wounded her heart and bruised her self-esteem was that she had heard nothing from him. Surely he must have heard what had happened by now? How could he turn his back on all that had started to blossom between them? If he was really incapable of standing up for what he wanted, it was probably as well to find that out now, she supposed. But still. No excuse or explanation could ease her pain.

Cat had sat down to email Ellie several times, but she couldn’t find a place to start. In the end, she used the excuse of returning her hundred pounds to write a brief note thanking her for her hospitality at Northanger and hoping they could find a way to continue their collaboration, whether digitally or face-to-face. She considered every word carefully, mindful that his sister might show it to Henry. Cat was not hopeful of a response, however.

Seeing what she was about, her mother sighed. ‘You and James have both had a pretty torrid summer of it. Strange relationships, made and ended so soon. But that’s part of being young, I suppose. Better luck next time for both of you.’

‘Maybe Ellie and I can still be friends.’ She licked the envelope and closed it. ‘She’s really lovely, Mum.’

‘I wouldn’t bank on it, not unless her father falls under a bus. I wish you had something to take your mind off all this. At least poor James has his work. It’s about time you started thinking about your future, Cat. You’ll be eighteen before you know it and your child benefit will run out. We’re not loaded like your Edinburgh pals. You’ll either have to go to college or get a job. Have you given it any thought?’

Cat sighed. Like she could think about the future when her life was in ruins. ‘Me and Ellie have a plan. We’re going to do children’s books. She’s a really brilliant illustrator, and you know how good I am at making up stories for the kids.’

She was too busy staring out of the window to catch her mother’s look of gentle compassion. ‘That’s probably not on the cards now, sweetheart.’

‘I know.’

‘Do you remember a while back we talked about you training as a nanny?’

Listlessly, Cat nodded. ‘Yeah, but I don’t have the right qualifications.’

‘That might not be such a problem,’ Annie said. ‘While you were gone, I made some enquiries. And there’s a college in the North East where they train girls with non-traditional educational backgrounds. You come out of it with a proper childcare qualification. And if you got in, you could stay with James. What do you think?’

‘Whatever,’ Cat said. ‘I probably wouldn’t get in.’

‘Let me go and get the bumf. I put it upstairs somewhere.’

Cat watched her mother leave the room with indulgent affection. Annie always wanted to make it better, even if she didn’t understand what the problem really was. Cat filled the kettle and leaned against the worktop while she waited for it to boil. Vaguely, she heard the gravel in the drive crunch in the background. Her father was back sooner than she’d expected. Maybe she could get him to give her a driving lesson. She’d need to be able to drive if she was going to be a nanny.

But the back door didn’t open. Instead, there was a tentative knock which was not followed by a friend or parishioner walking straight in. Perhaps it was a parcel. Cat pushed off from the worktop and crossed to the door.

It wasn’t a delivery of any kind. Standing on the kitchen doorstep was the last person she’d expected to see. Cat’s hand flew to her mouth. ‘You!’ she exclaimed.

31


 Henry pushed his thick blond hair back from his forehead and gazed intently at Cat, an anxious expression on his face. He looked crumpled, like a man who has spent too long without a break in the driver’s seat. A faint shadow of stubble shaded his jawline. A poor attempt at a smile lifted one corner of his mouth. ‘Hi, Cat,’ he said.

For a moment, she thought her heart would explode in an incendiary mix of shock and delight. ‘Henry.’ The single word was all she could manage.

‘I’ve come to apologise. Will you talk to me?’

She stepped back and waved him into the kitchen. Henry walked in, giving the room a keen appraisal and smiling at what he saw. He turned to face her. ‘The way my family has treated you – and your brother too, indirectly – appals me. I’m ashamed to be a Tilney right now.’

Before either could say another word, Annie bounced back into the room waving a thin bundle of papers. ‘I found it. Heaven knows why, but I put it in with the Mothers’ Union agenda.’ She stopped in her tracks and surveyed the young people in the kitchen. ‘Who’s this, Cat?’

Henry stepped forward and offered his hand, more hesitantly than Cat had ever seen before. ‘Mrs Morland? I’m Henry Tilney. I’ve come to apologise for the terrible way my father treated your daughter. I wanted to do it in person so you would be in no doubt how serious I am. And of course, I wanted to be sure that Cat had got home safe and well.’

Annie, open-hearted as her daughter, shook his hand. ‘Take your coat off and sit down. If you’ve driven from Scotland you’ll be desperate for a decent cup of tea. You get nothing but sweepings in those motorway café cuppas. Cat, fetch down the tins. Henry won’t say no to some home baking, will you?’

Looking somewhat taken aback, Henry shrugged off his creased suit jacket and sat down at the kitchen table. Cat set down the cake tins and pulled out a chair to face him. ‘Thank you,’ he said. ‘Your generosity makes me even more ashamed.’

Annie poured boiling water into three mugs. ‘You’re not your father, though, are you? What kind of person blames the child for the sins of the father?’

‘That’s kind of you to say so.’

‘Our children’s friends are always welcome here, Henry. Perhaps one day we’ll get to meet your sister?’

‘I’m sure she’d be delighted.’

‘How was your drive?’ Annie asked, handing out the mugs of tea and offering milk from the plastic bottle. And still Cat said nothing, apparently struck dumb by the arrival of the son of her persecutor.

‘Tedious,’ Henry said. ‘But I came as soon as I heard what had happened.’ He looked at Cat. ‘I didn’t get back on Tuesday night as I’d hoped. I had to go straight back to Edinburgh to pick up some case papers for the next day. So I only found out what had happened when I got back last night. As soon as I heard, I phoned my father in Nice and got some answers from him. Then I got straight in the car and set off.’ He sipped his tea and gave a little smile. ‘Slept in the car, I’m afraid. Sorry I look like a vagrant.’ They sat in silence for a moment while Henry drank tea and wolfed cake.

Cat – anxious, agitated, pink-cheeked and bright-eyed – was so changed from the apathetic creature of a few minutes before that a far less astute judge than her mother would have suspected she was more than pleased to see Henry. When he drained his cup and beamed his thanks at Annie, she said, ‘Cat, why don’t you and Henry walk over to the Allens’? I’m sure Susie would be thrilled to see him.’