Time for Silence

“I think that Monsieur Bourdon will know how to look after himself.”

“So do I, but we should like to hear.”

“Robert, tell me about yourself.”

“Well…it’s a hard life at first, but I’m getting used to it. We do a lot of riding, which I enjoy, as you can guess, and one gets used to the long day and the shouting and the orders that have to be obeyed instantly. One doesn’t dislike it. There’s some wonderful comradeship, and it’s a good feeling when you drop into bed absolutely worn out, to sleep and sleep until reveille.”

“Are you longing to be home, Robert?”

“For a lot of reasons, yes. But we’ve got to fight this war and win it. If we all stayed at home, we’d never do that.”

“How long leave have you got?”

“Three days more. I’ve had two at home and the rest I’m spending in London.”

“Oh…good.”

“My sister and mother came up with me. They’re here now. My father had to stay behind. There’s so much work to do.”

“Does he mind your coming here?”

“You know how he is. He always sees the point and wants to do what the family wants. And of course, my mother and Annabelinda said we should spend the time in London to see you and your family.”

“I’m so glad you’re here.”

“It’s so long since I’ve seen you. It was last Christmas. Just think of that. We’ve never been away from each other so long before.”

“I don’t believe we have. How are you going to spend your leave now that you’re here?”

“With you…and…”

“With Annabelinda, your mother and the rest of us.”

“I daresay they’ll want to be off into town.”

“What a lovely prospect!”

He caught my hand and looked into my face. “Do you really mean that, Lucinda?”

“Of course I do.”

“You’ve changed a little.”

“In what way?”

“Grown up.”

“We’re doing that all the time.”

“By more than a year, I mean. I suppose it’s the war and all you must have seen on that awful journey. I heard about the baby.”

“Oh, yes. You must see Edward.”

“It must have been a terrible experience, seeing that woman dying….And it was wonderful of you to care about the baby.”

“I knew you’d understand.”

“There was nothing else you could have done. I hear he’s a fine little fellow.”

“And did you hear about Andrée Latour?”

“Yes, Annabelinda told me. She said Major Merrivale was wonderful.”

“Yes, he was.”

“I wish I’d been the one, Lucinda.”

“Well, you were in training, weren’t you, and I suppose Uncle Gerald thought he would do it very well…which he did.”

“It must have been extraordinary…the whole thing…and you just out of school.”

“I’m home now and things seem more or less normal. Miss Carruthers, one of the mistresses from the school, came with us. She’s acting as governess to me now.”

“Well, you’re only fifteen, of course.”

He sighed, and I said, “You seem to find that regrettable.”

“Well,” he admitted, “I wish you were a little older. Seventeen, say.”

“Seventeen? Is that such a ripe old age?”

“It’s an age when you can start thinking about the future.”

“I suppose one can start thinking about the future at any time.”

“I mean making plans…reasonable plans.”

I looked puzzled and he went on. “Never mind. We’ll talk about all that later. What would you like to do? Go to a theater? A pity we can’t go riding. We wouldn’t want to go in the Row. I’d like to gallop over fields.”

“We could do a little walking in the park. Just as we used to.”

“That would be fun. Could we get away from everyone?”

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” he said.

“I think that as this is your leave, you should choose.”

Annabelinda had come into the room. She kissed me fondly.

“I thought I’d let my big brother give you a surprise before letting you know we were here. What do you think of him?”

“I think he looks very well, and it is wonderful to see him.”

“I knew you’d think that. Lucinda’s a great admirer of yours, Robert.”

“The admiration is mutual.”

Annabelinda laughed. She was in good spirits.

Her mother came in. She looked very elegant; she was remarkably like her daughter. She swept me into her embrace.

“Dear Lucinda! How wonderful to see you!”

My mother was with her.

“Isn’t it a lovely surprise to see Robert?” she said.

I agreed that it was.

“I’m so glad you came here,” she added to Robert.

“Oh, I wanted to see you all.”

“And particularly his dear Lucinda,” added Annabelinda.

“Robert was just saying what he would like to do,” I said. “I told him he must make the decisions as it is his leave.”

“And only three days of it,” added my mother.

“Never mind,” said Robert. “I’ll make the most of it.”

We went into luncheon.

Annabelinda asked after Miss Carruthers and Andrée Latour.

“Miss Carruthers is a stickler for conventions,” explained my mother. “She dines with us on certain occasions, but I fancy she does so with a certain reluctance. She is very much aware of her place—and I really think prefers to eat alone. As for Andrée, she is in the nursery with Edward during the day, but very often dines with us.”

“And is it all working out well with this baby?” asked Aunt Belinda.

“Wonderfully. We wouldn’t be without him.”

“How cozy!” said Aunt Belinda. “But then you were always a cozy person, Lucie.”