The pool of St Branok

"She comes from Cornwall, too. We're neighbors," said my mother.

Helena looked very sad. She, of course, remembered Gervaise as a friend of Jonnie's. Gervaise knew this. I was to discover that he was very sensitive to the feelings of others.

He held out his hand to me. "Shall we dance?" And we were away.

"I couldn't believe my eyes," he said. "At first I wasn't sure. It's a long time ago. You've grown up since then."

"You too are older."

"An inevitable process, I'm afraid."

"But you haven't changed much."

"Nor have you ... now that I am seeing you at close quarters."

He smiled at me, very friendly and with a hint of admiration in his face. I felt my spirits rising and the faint depression, which memory had brought, was fading.

"You have grown taller," I said.

"And so have you."

"Well, you would expect that, wouldn't you? I was about thirteen years old I think."

"Time passes. I liked that little girl very much. I am sure I am going to like the grown version as well ... perhaps even better."

"Don't make rash judgments."

"Somehow I think this is going to be one of my more sober ones. It will be rather fun to find out if I am right."

"Tell me about yourself. Are you still digging?"

"No. I don't think I have the aptitude for that kind of work."

"You seemed enthusiastic."

"Oh, that was special ... that eerie pool and all the talk about those bells. By the way, have the bells been heard again?"

"Not recently. I used to think that people fancied they heard them, but when I thought I did myself ..."

"It's a good story. I was awfully sorry about ..."

"Jonnie?"

He nodded. "I'm afraid seeing me must have brought it back."

"Well, I suppose it has to be brought back every now and then ... but it isn't as bad as it was in the beginning."

"Poor old Jonnie. He was made for martyrdom."

"You did not go to the war, I suppose."

"Not much in my line. I'm not the heroic type."

"I often wonder what good it did in the end."

"Ah, that's the question. But at the time it seemed the right thing to do."

"Do you remember Miss Gilmore ... Grace Gilmore?"

"Oh yes, I do. She was a rather striking lady as far as I remember."

"She married Jonnie."

"Did she really?"

"Yes, she went out as one of Miss Nightingale's nurses. They found each other out there and were married. She is here in London now. We see a great deal of her now she is a member of the family."

"I thought she was a most unusual person."

"Yes, I suppose she is."

"Tell me about yourself."

"There's little to tell. You know what it is like at Cador. Well, that is my life, with occasional visits to London."

"Where are you staying now?"

"With Aunt Helena ... Jonnie's mother. She's bringing me out."

"I see."

"Are you often invited to occasions like this?"

"Frequently. They have to keep up the quota of young men to provide partners and escorts for the debutantes, and if one is not too old, maimed, or in any way afflicted, and one's family is up to a certain level in the social scale ... one is invited. The sexes must be evenly balanced—so here I am.

"And do you enjoy the role?"

"I am enjoying it immensely at this moment."

"It is pleasant to renew old acquaintances."

"Well, not always. Sometimes it can be alarming. Just imagine being confronted by one of the skeletons which have crept out of the cupboard."

"Are there many in your cupboard?"

"It is inevitable that such a worthless character as I should collect a few. You now ... you have a life of virtue behind you. You are an innocent maiden just setting off into life's devious paths. That is different."

I shivered faintly. It was inevitable that meeting him should revive old memories and his references to skeletons in the cupboard made me uneasy.

He did not notice and we had just passed our group. Morwenna was still sitting out and as she could not manage animated conversation was looking bored and uneasy.

I said: "Will you do me a favor?"

"Even unto one half of my kingdom."

"I shall not be as demanding as that. I want you to return me to my family and dance with Miss Pencarron."

"Is that the young lady sitting there?"

"Yes. She is rather nervous. She is terrified that she is going to be a failure."

"Which of course is the easiest way of becoming one."

"I know. That's why I don't care."

"You are asking a great deal."

"Why? She is a charming girl, and she has been taught to dance. She won't tread on your toes ... too much."

"I would endure a stampede to please you. But you are still asking a great deal because I have to abandon the pleasure of your company, and I have a better idea. Leave this to me."

As we went on dancing he was scanning the groups of people as we sped by. Suddenly he halted.

"Philip," he called. "Philip, this is Miss Hanson. What are you doing here standing partnerless? Is that the way to do your duty? Miss Hanson, this is Philip Martin."

He bowed. "Pleased to make your acquaintance."