We'll meet again

She and my father had considered turning Caddington into a hospital, but it had proven to be very useful for holding meetings for all sorts of projects.

She and my father, I knew, were deeply worried about me. Though they did not talk of Jowan, I was aware that he was continually in their thoughts, and I guessed they discussed my future when they were alone in their bedroom. Dorabella did not, I supposed, give them the same cause for concern, which was something of a turnabout, for usually she was the one to disturb them.

Dorabella had become a devoted mother, which pleased Nanny Crabtree.

"It does you good to see them together," she said. "Poor mite, he may have lost his father, but he has his mother to make up for that, and he thinks the world of her.”

Then there was Captain Brent. I wondered how significant that was. He certainly had great charm, and Dorabella had acquired that special radiance which I had seen before. At the same time, she was obviously aware that her affair with the captain had brought about the kidnapping of her son and she blamed herself for that. But she still enjoyed being with him, and now it seemed that they were together again. I felt certain that it was one of those wartime romances.

Well, perhaps Dorabella needed it; he certainly made her happy. I was the one who was giving concern to our parents.

My mother gave me news of Gretchen, who was now in London because Edward's regiment was stationed in the southeast near the capital.

"Of course," said my mother, "the bombing has eased off a little and they seem to have got used to it.”

"It must be dangerous there.”

"Well ... yes. But it is dangerous everywhere. Gretchen told me of a family she knew who thought they must get out of town, so they went to Wales. They had come through the London Blitz unscathed; they went to this remote place on the borders and an aircraft returning with its bomb load from Birmingham unloaded its bombs right over their house.

They were all killed ... the entire family. That's how life goes.”

"And Gretchen is happy there?”

"I think so. She was upset over the suspicion about her.”

"I know, it was terrible for her.”

"In London it's different. There's not so much petty gossip. People are more concerned with their own affairs. Hildegarde is a great joy.

Of course, nannies are almost unobtainable and looking after the child herself in a fairly small house without much help is a full-time job.”

"She has friends, I suppose.”

"Oh yes, and Edward has a certain amount of leave. He can get home, if only for a day or so. And she is near the Dorringtons. You remember them.”

"Yes, of course. How are they?”

"Very much the same. Richard is in the army. Like Edward, he is stationed not far from London. His mother is doing good works.”

"And Mary Grace?”

"She works in one of the ministries. Everyone without home duties is being called up to work, as you know. Not that Mary Grace would want to be idle. Oh, wouldn't it be wonderful if we could all get back to normal?”

She was looking at me wistfully. I knew what she was thinking.

There had been a time when she had hoped I would marry Richard Dorrington, the barrister friend of Edward. He had, in fact, asked me.

I admit I had been uncertain then. I had been seeing Jowan in Cornwall, but there had never been any reference to love between us and I had not really understood my feelings at that time. I had liked Richard very much, but I had realized even then that my feelings did not go deep enough for a lifetime partnership. Perhaps subconsciously I had known that it must be Jowan.

Now my mother was thinking that Jowan would never come back and there was Richard, still a bachelor and an eligible one. Perhaps old fires could be stirred.

I knew she was concerned, too, about my brother Robert, who had just joined the army. He was younger than Dorabella and I were, and full of high spirits; she must be missing him. She wanted to tell me that I could not go on grieving for Jowan, but she must be aware that I could continue to hope for his return as long as there was the remotest chance.

However, we certainly tried to be bright that Christmas and to make this one as normal and lively as they used to be.

Mrs. Jermyn had asked Dorabella and me to put our heads together and devise a program which would entertain the men. We thought at first of a treasure hunt, but many of the men were disabled and would not be fit to take part, so we decided that we would put on a play in which some of them could take part.

We had chosen The Importance of Being Earnest and the result was a great deal of fun. Captain Brent played Jack and Dorabella made a fascinating Gwendolyn; I was Cicely; one of the old sergeant majors was the real star of the show as Lady Bracknell.

We all seemed to forget our troubles briefly during that day which was, of course, the whole object of the enterprise.

In due course, my parents left us with many regrets at the parting and insisted that Dorabella and I must come to Caddington soon.