We'll meet again

He said: "I am glad you are here, Violetta. I've always had a feeling that you might go back to your parents' home.”

"I want to be here. If there is news of Jowan, it would come to his grandmother first, I suppose, so I should know at once. Then Dorabella is here... and Tristan, of course. And now there is work for me to do here.”

"We've been through some bad times, Violetta.”

"We have indeed. Gordon, how is your mother? Is there any change?”

"No... not really. Some days she is better than others. I think she will not change. And if she did recover her sanity, she would remember what she had done... and what she had tried to do to that child. It doesn't really bear thinking of.”

His hand was lying on the table and I reached over and touched it. His grasped mine firmly.

"You understand, Violetta. You more than any.”

"I should not have mentioned it.”

"It makes no difference. It is there all the time, whether one mentions it or not.”

"And you come here regularly. We should have gone to another town...not Bodmin.”

"Well, this is the nearest and we must not let these things affect us.

They are part of one's life.”

He changed the subject. "What do you think of Captain Brent?”

"Oh... a charming man.”

"I mean this business of visiting men at the Priory?”

"Well, I suppose they feel it is necessary. They have been through terrible experiences and the doctors are not sure whether or not they need some psychiatric treatment.”

"I think there is something else.”

"Such as what?”

"I think we may be under suspicion.”

"Suspicion?”

"Those lights were said to be flashing out to sea. It is very possible that they were lightning, but they were noticed and rumors have grown up. Everything, however remote, would have to be investigated. Think of the position we are in! Hitler has been shown that our air forces are not to be lightly set aside and invasion does not seem imminent, as it did some little time ago, and this would not be the time of year to attempt such an undertaking. But we must still be watchful.”

"You are saying that they suspect someone in our neighborhood of sending signals to the enemy?”

"I suppose it's a possibility.”

"What message could they send?”

"All sorts of information could be useful to the enemy. Positions of factories... news about shipping.

"How could someone here know about shipping?”

"It might be someone who is in touch with others. There must be spies all over the country... planted before the war, some of them.

That sort of thing goes on, you know.”

"It sounds fantastic.”

"We live in fantastic times. The idea has come to me that Captain Brent is here to watch. I saw him on the cliffs the other day. He was looking at the countryside through his binoculars. I can't help feeling that his mission is not merely looking after those wounded soldiers, but something else as well.”

"Bud why look for trouble at the Priory?”

"I wondered ... because of Gretchen, perhaps.”

"Oh, no, that's absurd. Gretchen helping people who have behaved so badly to her own family!”

"The fact that she is German is bound to make her a suspicious character in the eyes of some people.”

"You know about Charley and his fight?”

He did not, so I told him.

He said: "There. You see what I mean.”

"Poor Gretchen. It's hard on her. I hope she does not realize all this.”

"I thought I would talk to you about it. It's as well to be aware of what is going on.”

"Gordon, suppose there is someone sending signals... someone close to us. I know it is not Gretchen ... but who... ?”

"Well, if someone is sending messages, and there will always be wild rumors in wartime, we must do our best to find out who. It is not easy to send out messages across the water, as has been seen. We must watch for anything unusual. I think we should not talk about it openly. Perhaps it is better not to say anything of this to Gretchen. Let her stay well out of it. You might have a word with Dorabella. Depend upon it, I shall be on the watch.”

We were silent for a while before he said: "Violetta, you are still hoping?”

"I can only hope. What else is there?”

"It is a long time now.

"Gordon, do you think we shall ever know?”

"If we don't, you will have to accept the fact then...”

"That he is dead? I could not do that. I must hope until I know.

"It could go on and on.

"The war, you mean?”

"This not knowing.”

"I don't want to look too far ahead.”

"Of course not. I want you to know that I think of you a good deal. If there is anything I can do to help...”

He was looking at me wistfully. It was unlike Gordon to display his feelings. I thought he might be telling me that, if Jowan did not return, he, Gordon, would be there to help me through my grief.

Dorabella and I had acquired a car which we used jointly. It was so useful for driving into the Poldowns when we wanted to shop.

It saved carrying heavy bags over the cliffs or waiting to have goods sent. It was particularly good for driving some of the men to and from hospital, as many of them were unable to do the steep walk.