Midsummer's Eve

"So soon? Helena is being married in August and I promised to be at her wedding.”

"We're not going till September, so why not? We'll have to get back soon. There'll be certain things to see to. We must be back by next summer. Then we'll start planning that season for you. I want to talk to Amaryllis about it. She'll help a lot. She'll have everything ready when we embark on the project.”

"I don't look forward to it.”

"A necessary evil. But this wedding of Helena's ...”

"I must stay for it, Mama. She expects it.”

"You and she have become greater friends even than you were before. I'm glad. I always felt Helena needed a good friend beside her.”

"She has her John now. She dotes on him. She is quite different.”

"Yes, I have noticed. But this wedding in August ... As we're going away for a long time it might be a little difficult.”

"Mama, it is not only that. It's this Cresswell matter. I have become quite friendly with them and I feel I know them very well. I stayed with them for a week-end ... Helena, Peterkin and I. I felt so happy with them. There's a son ... Joe. It's awful for him. He was going into Parliament and now he has lost his chance. They are shutting themselves away in Surrey and when they come back to Town I did want them to know that I don't believe all this rubbish ..." I trailed off. "Well, there's that ... and Helena's wedding.”

"I see," said my father, "that you want to stay in London.”

He looked at my mother. She was thoughtful for a while. Then she said: "Why not?

You could stay with the Lansdons and help Helena with her preparations." She glanced at my father. "We could go back and do everything that has to be done and on our way to Tilbury come and collect Annora and then we could all go off together. How's that?' "It needs a bit of consideration," said my father. "Is that what you'd like to do, Annora?”

"Well, I do miss Cador and Jacco and you two, but ...”

"It's only a little while longer," my mother put in. "If you come back with us you'll be wondering what's happening here. You stay, Annora. I'm sure it can all be worked out satisfactorily.”

So it was decided that I was to stay in London. My parents would go back to Cador and make their preparations for departure to Australia. Then they, with Jacco, would pick me up in London and I would leave with my family for the trip.

Helena was delighted; and I had to admit that this was what I wanted. I had a strong feeling that I must be on the spot for whatever happened next.

Something did happen soon. I was walking in the Park with Peterkin. The Cresswell affair had drawn us closer together and I had discovered a depth in Peterkin's character which I had not know was there before. He cared deeply about the Cresswells and often we talked about the tragedy which had befallen the family.

He saw a great deal of Frances.

He said: "She is the one who is able to cope with it more than the others because she is more of a realist. Her life in the East End has made her so. She can stand aloof from it and look in as an outsider - while one part of her is deeply concerned for those she loves. She says it has ruined her father's career in one direction. He will have to leave politics, but that is not the end. In Surrey they refuse to believe the story. Everyone in that village is rallying round him. I think that must be a great consolation.”

We were talking thus as we walked along, passing the Achilles Statue and going across to Kensington Gardens, and as we were approaching the Round Pond we saw a young man coming towards us.

My heart leaped for it was Joe Cresswell.

"Joe," I cried and ran towards him holding out my hands.

He took them, held them firmly and smiled at me.

Peter was beside us. "Joe! How good to meet you! So you are back in London.”

Joe said he was here only for a short while.

"You're staying in St. James's Street?”

"Yes. I steal in and out like a thief," he said. "Though there aren't now so many people hanging about looking at the house as though they are expecting some monster to emerge.”

"Where are you going now?" asked Peterkin.

"Aimlessly wandering ... just thinking.”

"Oh, Joe," I cried. "I'm glad we've seen you. We've thought so much about you.”

"Thanks for your letter.”

"Let's sit down here," said Peterkin, indicating a bench under an oak tree. "It's easier to talk sitting.”

So we sat.

"Joe, have you any plans?" asked Peterkin.

He shook his head. "There doesn't seem to be anything. Parliament is off as far as I'm concerned.”

"It wasn't all that much of a safe seat," consoled Peterkin.

"I was going to make it safe.”

"And now?”

"My father is on the board of several companies. There will be opportunities ... when I am ready.”

"Oh Joe," I said and touched his hands. He took mine and gripped it hard.

"You know," he said, "this was a put-up job.”

"What do you mean?" asked Peterkin.

"That business with my father-it was all staged.”

"By whom?”

"That's what I have to find out. Someone arranged the accident and that there should be a brawl and the police called in.”

"Why?”