I’ve had two reasonably good finds, and I’m a beginner as yet, so it is not bad.

By the way, you’ll be interested to hear this. Do you remember that old sundowner? He turned up again. Not to work. That’s not his line.

But just to do a bit of fossicking and prowl round and see if there was anything he could lay his hands on. He was found dead outside the camp, looking as if he’d been in a fight.

It was a bit awkward for a time. You see, some of them had heard what he had done to our property, and they all looked to me. That seemed natural enough. They reckoned I wouldn’t have let him get away with what he did to my family.

It’s a bit of a mystery. I reckon one of the men found him stealing and finished him off. We’ve got some here, as you can imagine, who wouldn’t think twice about it. However, there he was, just outside the camp . dead.

A lot of questions were asked, and of course, I knew they were looking at me. But the fellow had made himself unpopular in other quarters. They haven’t found out who did it, but they’ve dropped inquiries now. They found something on him little bits of opal, but nobody’s claimed them. It was obvious that the rogue had stolen them. Well, he got what was coming to him. Rough justice, really.

Well, that’s life out here. In the raw, you might say. But just imagine the joy of finding that stone tucked away in some crack or cavity. Isn’t it a marvel that a mixture of sand and water and a few other elements-can crystallize into a thing of such beauty? Forgive me. I’m apt to run on when I get on to this subject.

Now to the serious business. Carmel, I am waiting for you to come back. I’m going to find that precious stone and it’s going to make our future-yours and mine. We’ll have a wonderful life. I shall expiate my sin of leaving you forlorn in wicked Suez and expunge myself of guilt for ever more. How’s that for a dramatic declaration?

I know that you and I were meant for each other. I only have to find that stone, the one which will astonish the world and make our fortune. Then I shall wait no longer. I shall pack up my tools and board the first ship for home. Write to me soon.

Your loving millionaire-to-be, James.

I let the letter fall from my hands. It brought him back so vividly.

Dear James! I wondered if he would find his dream. And if he came back . ? There was something about James which suggested that, once he had made up his mind, he would not lightly relinquish his desire. He was obviously enduring a life of hardship now.

Then I thought of the sundowner, of James’s anger when he discovered that the man had returned to the property, and with what rage he had ordered him off. And then the outcome.

Suppose when that man came to the camp James had discovered him there?

And the man had died. He had an evil reputation. I knew how great James’s wrath would have been.

Could it be possible? Could he have fought with the man?

Had James told me all?

And, for some reason, I found I was thinking of Lucian.

I was spending the weekend at the Emmersons’ cottage. Dorothy and I had travelled down together on the Friday afternoon.

“How I look forward to these weekends,” she said.

“Sometimes I think I enjoy the place more because I don’t see it as often as I should like.”

“You couldn’t possibly be here all the time, I suppose?”

“There’s Lawrence’s work.”

“He’d be well looked after in Town. I suppose you could spend a little more time here.”

“I know that he’s well looked after, but I like to be there to make sure.”

I smiled at her affectionately.

“And Lawrence certainly appreciates that.”

She was a little thoughtful.

“He is the best man in the world. Well, there is no need for me to tell you that.”

Sometimes I wondered what she would have felt if Lawrence married. It would change her position considerably. On the other hand, if she considered it was for his good, she would waive all other considerations, I was sure. But I did believe that she had considered me for the role and I fancied I detected an expectancy in her that weekend. I wondered whether there was a certain telepathy between the brother and sister, or even whether they had discussed the matter though I thought that hardly likely.

We had said we would go for a ride and have lunch out.

“I expect he wants to show you another of his pet inns,” said Dorothy.

She was asked to accompany us but said she had not the time. She had promised to look out some jumble for the church sale, and she wanted to take it over to Mrs. Want age and with her put a price on some of the goods they already had.

So Lawrence and I set out. We went to our favourite spot, the ruined castle, and there we tethered our horses and climbed the slope to the battlements.

Lawrence did not hesitate and when we had seated our selves, came straight to the point.

“Carmel, I know I am some years older than you, but I think you are quite fond of me and Dorothy as well, of course.”

He pulled up a blade of grass and, studying it, went on: “Well, we get along, don’t we, the three of us? These weekends have been very happy for me. I don’t think I H have ever been so happy before. I love you.

I know that it is not very long since we caught up with each other, but there was that incident. “

I was not surprised, of course, but I was a little at a loss.

I should have been prepared, but I hesitated, and he continued: “We could be married soon … just as soon as you are ready. We have the London place and this to step into.”

“Lawrence,” I said quickly, “I don’t think I want to be married … not just yet. Everything seems to have happened so quickly since I came home.”

“Of course. I understand that. You need time. Of course you do. Well, there is no great hurry. I don’t want you to go back to Australia and forget all about us.”

“I shan’t do that, I assure you. It is just that I should like to go on as we are … for a time.”

“Then we shall. Why not? It’s very pleasant. Then the idea is not too absurd to you? My age … ?”

“Oh, Lawrence,” I cried.

“That would not matter in the least. It’s not so much, after all. It is just that I am … unready.”

“I understand. I feel that I have known you for a long time. Your father and I were good friends … long before I met you. He talked about you a great deal. He was very proud of his daughter. Then we met and we had our little adventure. You see, it doesn’t seem such a short acquaintance to me.”

“You and Dorothy have been so good to me. I can’t tell you how much you have both done for me. I was very wretched and you were a comfort on the ship … Then, having me here so often and being my very good friends.”

He took my hand and pressed it.

“You are getting over it gradually. I know you never will-quite- but it has faded a little, hasn’t it?

The grief is not quite so intense. “

“I have been so fortunate in my friends. Elsie, Gertie, the Hysons, you and Dorothy.”

“It is a great joy to us that we have been able to help. We both love you dearly, Carmel.”

“Thank you, Lawrence,” I said.

“And I love you both. But you see, marriage … it’s such an undertaking. It is something I should have to think about. I am so unsure…”

“Of course, of course. Let us put it aside for the moment. I shall ask you again when you have had time to discover how you really feel.”

He took my hand and helped me to rise and, as I stood beside him, he kissed my cheek.

“Oh Lawrence,” I said.

“Thank you. You are so good and kind. I know I could be happy with you … and Dorothy … but…”

“Of course, I understand.”

He took my arm and we went to the horses.

We lunched in a quaint old inn, the origins of which he described enthusiastically, and then we rode back.

Dorothy was home, waiting for us, and I was sure she knew that he had asked me. I had the impression that she was waiting for an announcement and was disappointed when it was not made.

Genie’s wedding preparations were going on apace.

Between them, she and Aunt Beatrice had found the house and were now in the process of furnishing it. It was about ten minutes’ walk from the Hyson establishment, situated in a tree-lined street, had a small but pleasant garden and that essential nursery.

I was often called upon to help choose some piece of furniture or to give my opinion on some new plan; and I must say, I was caught up in the general excitement.

I had thought a great deal about Lawrence’s proposal. I smiled to recall it. I could remember every word. It was just what I would have expected it to be-dignified, gallant not exactly what one would call passionate. It was characteristic of Lawrence.

I did think about it very seriously. I was sure that I did not want to go back to Australia. My life was not there among the opal fields of Lightning Ridge or some such place. Much as I loved Elsie, I had always subconsciously felt that England was home. If Toby had been there, it would not have mattered where I was. That would have been where I wanted to be. Perhaps that was an indication. I wanted to be where the people I loved most were. If I had loved James enough to marry him, it would not have mattered where I lived.

There came an invitation to the Grange and I felt that excitement which this never failed to bring.

Lucian continued to puzzle me, although I saw less of that strange, brooding mood which came to him very briefly from time to time. There was an added interest now. I had made a habit of going to see Bridget when I was there. She always seemed pleased to see me.