“Oh come,” he said with a laugh. “There are others.”

“You are a very modest man, Roger,” said Mrs. Ellington almost fondly.

“It must be very exciting when diamonds are discovered,” I said.

“Yes, and it can create chaos. Diamonds … gold … we’ve had our share of both. People begin to think they are lying in the ground just waiting to be picked up.”

“Once they are found there is a great deal of work to be done on them, I suppose,” said Lilias. “When people talk of diamond discoveries I do believe they think of bracelets and rings just waiting to be worn.”

“That’s true. And for every find there are hundreds of disappointments. I’m glad to say I have been one of the lucky ones.”

“Do you actually live in the town of Kimberley?” I asked.

“Yes. I have quite a large house … well, it’s adequate. I must say that since my wife died I have thought of moving. But … well … I have had to travel a great deal and have just not got round to it.”

There was a brief silence of respect for the death of his wife which he had spoken of with some feeling. He bit his lips and smiled brightly at us, and Miss Ellington said quickly: “It must be very interesting to be in a new country. Here, everything is so ancient.”

“Well, I would hardly call Africa new,” said Mr. Lestrange. “But here you have so much to remind you of a not-so-distant past. For instance your Norman churches and some of the houses.”

“The climate must be very different from here,” said Lilias.

“It is. But ours in Kimberley is healthy … so we are told.”

“One only has to look at you to see that,” said Mrs. Ellington.

“Are you staying long in England?” I asked.

“Until my business is completed. I am tempted to make it last a long time. You’ve no idea how they spoil me here.”

“We enjoy having you,” said Mrs. Ellington, “don’t we, Myra?”

Miss Ellington agreed, with real feeling, I thought.

“It makes a change in our simple life,” went on Mrs. Ellington. “My husband’s friends stay from time to time.” She raised her eyes to the ceiling. “But on this occasion Myra and I are finding it most enjoyable and we shall do our best to make you extend your visit, Roger.”

I could not help noticing Myra Ellington. She had changed since he came in. Her spaniel’s eyes strayed often to him. She is attracted by him, I thought.

As for him, he was different from anyone I had ever known. I wondered about him. He came from South Africa. Had he been born there or was he one of the men who had gone out from home in search of diamonds? He was not what I would imagine an Afrikaner … which would mean that he was of Dutch origin. His name suggested he might be French. I believed that when the Dutch agriculturists who were Boers settled in South Africa, they were joined by some Huguenots who were in flight from France. But he did not look French either.

However, since his arrival the tea party was turning out to be more interesting than I had thought it would be. Instead of the expected conversation of village affairs, we were given an interesting insight into a world of which hitherto I had known nothing.

Mrs. Ellington allowed Roger Lestrange to dominate the conversation, which surprised me; but she, like her daughter, was clearly very attracted by him.

He was a vivid talker and obviously enjoyed his attentive audience. He touched briefly on the beauty of the scenery, often rugged, majestic, awe-inspiring; he talked of the animals —lions, leopards, panthers, giraffes, buffalo, rhinoceros and hyenas; and as I listened I felt I was there in a new world, far away from all the fears and nightmares which seemed to be constantly with me.

“It sounds like paradise,” said Myra Ellington.

“There is another side to it,” he said ruefully. “You can see a lion descending on a beautiful deer—the poor creature’s terror when it realises its fate. That is nature. Every animal must fend for itself. They go in fear of their lives. One moment they are running along, exulting in the joys of being alive and free. They do not see the powerful enemy waiting for the moment to spring. Suddenly they are powerless. Death is facing them.”

“It sounds awful,” said Myra, shivering.

“It’s nature.”

“Thank goodness we are not like the animals in the jungle,” said Lilias.

“People find themselves facing dangers sometimes,” I could not help saying.

Roger Lestrange was looking intently at me. “How right you are, Miss Grey. We are all in a jungle of sorts. Ours is different, of course … but the dangers are there.”

“What a morbid conversation!” cried Mrs. Ellington. “Mr. Ellington will be returning home tomorrow. I am sure you will be pleased, Roger. Then you won’t have to see so much of us tiresome females.”

“They are far from tiresome! I promise I shall try to see more and more of their delightful company.”

It was not long before the conversation turned back to Africa and I learned more about that country during that tea party than I had known before.

Roger Lestrange said he could see trouble coming. The Boers resented British rule in South Africa. There had been discontent since the British came in as far back as 1814. They were far too eager to give privileges to the black races since they had brought in emancipation of slavery. This had crippled the farmers for it deprived them of free labour.

He talked of Cecil Rhodes who had founded the state of Rhodesia and had wanted British rule all over Africa; of how he had shared that dream with a man called Leander Starr Jameson who, two years before, had been engaged in the famous raid which had ended in disaster for him.

We all remembered hearing of the Jameson Raid, but had either forgotten or never really known what it was all about.

“Jameson was a hothead,” said Roger Lestrange. “That was surprising because he was a doctor. He was born in your city. You did say you came from Edinburgh? He studied medicine there and came out to practise in Kimberley where he became friendly with Cecil Rhodes. There was a good deal of trouble between the Uitlander party (those are the people settled there who are not Boers—mostly English) and the Boer government.

The President was Stephanus Johannes Paulus Kruger, usually known as Paul Kruger. You must have heard of him.”

“We have heard of him most certainly,” said Mrs. Ellington grimly. “There was all that trouble about the letter sent by the German Kaiser congratulating him.”

“Ah, yes, that was about the Jameson Raid. Rhodes and Jameson had planned together to surprise the Boers west of Johannesburg. Rhodes then decided that the plan could not succeed and called the whole thing off. But, as I said, Jameson was a hothead; he thought he could act alone and win—so he decided to carry on. When he arrived at Krugersdorp just west of Johannesburg he was surprised by a strong force of Boers, was overwhelmed and taken captive. The Jameson Raid was therefore a failure and responsibility for it was disowned by Rhodes and the British government. It was a complete disaster.”

“And nearly resulted in war between us and Germany,” said Mrs. Ellington. “Mr. Ellington was horrified at the prospect. It was a near thing. We felt we had to put that horrid Kaiser in his place.”

“However,” went on Roger Lestrange, “the British government decided that what was happening in South Africa was not worth a war with Germany and so allowed the trouble to blow over.”

“I should have liked to teach those arrogant Germans a lesson,” said Mrs. Ellington.

“The situation is explosive,” went on Roger Lestrange. “Rhodes and Kruger are very watchful of each other. The Jameson Raid may not have succeeded in what it was meant to do, but it is not forgotten.”

“I should like to see South Africa,” said Myra Ellington.

Roger Lestrange smiled at her. “Perhaps one day you will.”

Mrs. Ellington evidently felt that for too long the conversation had been out of her control and I could see she was determined to change it.

She talked about the village and the fete which was some weeks off but needed a lot of planning.

“I wonder if you will be with us then, Miss Grey,” she said.

“Diana’s plans are a little uncertain just now,” Lilias told her.

“But of course. Well, if you are … I wondered if you would take over one of the stalls?”

“I am sure I should like that,” I told her.

“And you will help, too, Roger?”

“I don’t think I should make a very good stall holder.”

“Oh, we’d find something for you to do.”

“Is there a possibility of your being here?” asked Myra.

“I am not sure how long my business will take. But I must not continue to encroach on the hospitality I have received in this house.”

“Oh, nonsense,” cried Mrs. Ellington. “It’s a pleasure to have you.”

“So kind … but I am afraid sometimes that I am imposing.”

“Nonsense. I would not hear of your leaving and going to some hotel. My husband would be most displeased … and so would I.”

He smiled at Lilias and me. “You see what a wonderful hostess I have. I consider myself most fortunate to be here.” He included us all in his smile.

Lilias was glancing at her watch. It was five-thirty, I saw from my own. I knew that visits with Mrs. Ellington were usually on village business and given a limited time.

And now it was clearly the time for us to depart.

We thanked Mrs. Ellington and said goodbye.

Mr. Lestrange, with Myra Ellington, accompanied us out to the dogcart.