Midsummer's Eve

"A wonderful experience," my father agreed. "But I often ask myself what has been happening at home during our absence.”

"I suppose you have a good man there," said Gregory.

"Excellent. We couldn't have left otherwise. He's been in complete charge many times ... but never quite so long.”

"It will be summer there now," said my mother nostalgically.

My father smiled at her. "Oh, I know you can't wait to get back.”

"What about you, Helena?" asked my mother.

"I ... I don't know. I shall have to make plans.”

"You won't want to wait here for Matthew. You'd better come back to Cador with us.”

"Yes ... I'd like that.”

"Annora doesn't want to part with Jonnie, you know," said my mother smiling at me.

"I admit it," I said.

Helena smiled but I could see she was uneasy at the prospect of having to face life in England. Here she had been lulled into a certain ieace. She had her baby and she was with us.

My father said: "I think we might make arrangements to leave at ;he end of June.

That will give us time to see a little more. Greg, here is Stillman's Creek?”

"Stillman's Creek? Oh, that would be up north. Halfway to Brisbane, I think.”

"Have you ever been there?”

"No. But I've heard of it. A fellow called Stillman came out here and got hold of the land for next to nothing. I don't know what happened to him. Droughts are a bigger problem up there than even down here. Are you interested in the place?”

"I just heard it mentioned and wondered if you knew it. I'd like to do a little more sailing before we go.”

"Do it soon. We get some fierce winds next month.”

"That would be fine," said Jacco.

"Could be too much of a good thing," Gregory commented.

The conversation turned to what was happening in the property and when we left the table Gregory followed my father to the stables. I saw that they were talking earnestly.

I guessed that our giving a definite time for our departure had made Gregory more determined to thrash out the matter of buying the property.

When they came back to the house I went to my parents' bedroom. It was the only place where we could talk in privacy; and both Jacco and I often went there to do this.

Jacco was already there and I expect he had the same idea as I had.

"Did you really mean we were going in June?" asked Jacco.

"Yes," replied my father. "Most definitely. We shouldn't have stayed so long but for Helena and her baby.”

"What's going to happen to her when we get back?" asked my mother.

"We did say she could come with us," I reminded them.

"It'll work out," said Jacco.

"Yes," I agreed. "She'll come home with us and then we'll decide.”

"Well, let's make the most of the time left to us," said my father.

"What about sailing tomorrow?" suggested Jacco.

"All right. Just the family, eh? Would you like that, Annora?”

"Just the family. Yes. Helena won't want to come.”

"The four of us then," said my mother.

"Have you decided to sell the property to Gregory?" I asked my father.

"Yes, I think I have. It seems the reasonable thing to do. He's made an excellent job of it. All I had to begin with was a very small patch. His father was a great help to me. I was doing quite well before I left because I had some experience of the country during my servitude. I certainly chose the right man in his father; and his son is such another.”

"He's a very masterful man," added my mother. "Just the sort who will get on and make something of his life.”

"I'll have to put it into motion right away," said my father. "These things take a little time.”

"Can he afford to buy?" asked Jacco.

"My dear chap, I shan't be hard on him.”

"So you would sever all ties with Australia?" I asked.

"Well, my dear child, what do we want with it? Cador takes all my time. And it is going to take all Jacco's. We don't want property on the other side of the world.

I don't know why I hung on to it for so long. This visit has been of the utmost interest, but would any one of us want to come again? Think of all the discomfort of the voyage ... and we do miss certain amenities, don't we?”

"That is an indisputable fact," said my mother. "I think it is an excellent idea to hand it over to Gregory who is really superb in his way, and in his right element.”

"He's a pioneer by nature. He'll get a good bargain and he deserves it. I told him I'd give him my decision within a few days. I think he knows what the answer will be. And then ... it's home for us.”

"And tomorrow we go sailing," I said.

"There are a few places I want to see," said my father. "But I can do that while we clinch the deal.”

I went to bed that night with a feeling of relief. This strange experience was almost over. Soon we should be leaving the property to Gregory Donnelly-and that was what he wanted; we should be returning home to England which in spite of weak noblemen, aspiring politicians with grudges and prosperous brothel-keepers, least home!

was at I had no idea when I awoke that morning that this was to be one of the strangest and most tragic days of my life.

I was awakened by Helena who stood by my bed.