Nurse Ann Wood - Valerie K.

Nelson
CHAPTER ONE ANSWER me! Why are you impersonating my daughter Anne? Who are you? Did she send you down here? Ann moved her dark head uneasily as the woman shook her arm. She had a harsh voice and Ann wished she would go away. She knew she was in hospital, in a private room, but it hurt her head when she tried to think why she was there. It was far easier to lie there languidly and not worry about anything. Usually, she didnt take much notice of the people who came to her bedside. There was Sister, in her muslin cap and strings, who was kind and efficient, and a staff nurse who was inclined to be sharp-tongued. The junior nurses called her Stiffy and giggled about her, behind her back, though one of the first-year girls seemed to be terrified of her. There was another first-year girl who wasnt afraid of anybody. She was little and dark and there was a Welsh lilt in her voice. She was very kind and her hands when she washed your face and combed your hair were very gentle. Sometimes there were the masculine faces of doctors a middle-aged one, and more frequently, a younger one, fair and quite good-looking. But they didnt interest her. The only face that could have sparked her into vivid, pulsating life never came. Perhaps it had been a dream that face with the keen light eyes, eyes that had challenged her and brought the color stinging to her cheeks. His voice had been stimulating and encouraging. If he had spoken to her again, she wouldnt still be lying here in this dim twilight.

She hadnt dreamed this womans face, though. She had been here several times before, this woman who was now shaking her arm again, and repeating, Answer me. Why are you impersonating my daughter Anne? Im not, Ann said fretfully. I dont know you. Please stop staring at me. And then Sister was in the room, speaking smoothly. Miss Woods is still very poorly, Mrs. Woods. We mustnt worry her until she is feeling better. She must have been ill before the accident, you know, very tired and almost on the verge of a nervous breakdown. The strain of nursing, I suppose, the woman with the harsh voice replied. Why she chose that profession, I could never understand ... I ... Their voices receded, and again Anns dark head sank back into the pillow. She ought to try to get well. Just lying here drifting wouldnt ... If only ... if only ... No, she didnt want to bother... Downstairs in the S.M.O.s room, Mrs. Woods was sitting near the desk, while the doctor stared at the file in front of him. We shall have to find some means of rousing her, he said. Mrs. Woods stared pensively at the ceiling. A few minutes ago, when Sister had left her alone with the patient, she had tried something with just that object in view, but with no results. Time and time again during the past week, she had been on the verge of denouncing the girl as an impostor to these hospital people, who

thought they knew everything, and to that stiff-necked Iain Sherrarde who had brought the girl here in the first place, but she had always held back. Perhaps it would be better to wait to see if there was a letter of explanation from her daughter Anne the real Anne Woods. It must have been Anne who had sent the girl down here, or how else could that last letter she had written to her daughter have been in this girls possession? I think Ill get in touch with Mr. Sherrarde and ask him to come on, the S.M.O. went on smoothly, reflecting. After all, it was Sherrarde who had brought the girl in, arranged for her to be put into the private wing and insisted that she should have the best treatment available. Mr. Sherrarde, repeated Mrs. Woods disapprovingly, and a closed, withdrawn expression settled on her hard, handsome face. The doctor ignored it. I was in the casualty ward when your daughter was brought in. We had been alerted about the train crash, and warned to prepare for an emergency. As it happened, only a few people needed treatment, and hospitals nearer the scene of the accident were able to deal with them, so our services were not required, except for Miss Woods. She was conscious, though in a very shocked state. She clung to Mr. Sherrarde as if he were a lifeline. A lifeline, he repeated thoughtfully. Indeed, he remained with her for a long time that night when we had no clue to her identity.

I see, commented Mrs. Woods, and her expensively gloved fingers drummed upon her equally expensive bag. I dont remember being told exactly what did happen that night. Mr. Sherrarde found Miss Woods wandering in a country lane miles away from the crash, the doctor explained. She was in one of the carriages that wasnt damaged, but she probably received a blow on the head from a piece of falling luggage. Evidently she just ran and ran and ran until Sherrarde found her in a state of near-collapse. If she saw him again, she might react sharply... The others expression was guarded. So far as she was concerned, the less Iain Sherrarde saw of the girl, the better she would be pleased. I dont know, she murmured, doubt in her voice. You want her to get well, to get back to normal? Doctor Lievers tones held an uncomfortable rasp. He was a busy man. He did not like what he had seen of the patients mother, and all at once he felt irritable. Sherrarde had brought the girl in, and had requested that every service which the hospital could offer should be hers. Yet since that night, more than a week ago, he hadnt bothered to make an enquiry, nor come to see her. Of course I want her to get well. Need you ask? Mrs. Woods demanded in an indignant voice. But Mr. Sherrarde is so busy. One hardly likes to take advantage... It would be a matter of only a few minutes. Once she is roused, she is not likely to drift back. Ill ring Sherrarde, unless you would rather do so.

She got to her feet hastily. No, Id rather you did. The minutes ticked away very slowly in the pleasant private room on the first floor. It was time for lunch and Nurse Elliott was trying to persuade her patient to take some soup. Just a little ... the tiniest sip... Ann turned her head away. No, she didnt want it. She wasnt hungry. She wasnt interested in food. Youre not interested in anything, are you, my poor sweet? Elliott said softly. Youre a pretty thing, with your dark curly hair and those lovely eyes of yours. There must be some men or one particular man in your life. But theres no engagement ring ... no ring at all. She took the tray, its contents almost untouched, out of the room, and Sister, meeting her in the corridor, stopped her and took the covers off the dishes. This wont do, nurse, she said briskly. Ill go in myself this evening when she is having her meal. But before dinner was served that night, something else had happened in the pleasant private room. Quite early in the evening a big grey saloon car drew up in the quiet road at one side of the hospital and a tall man got out. A few minutes later he was asking for the S. M. O. by name, and a little later still he was sitting in the chair where Mrs. Woods had sat earlier that day. You know, Lievers, I have no connection with this girl, whatever you may have assumed, Iain Sherrarde said with a frown. When I brought her in here, I hadnt the faintest idea who she was. I was astonished

when I learned later that she was the sister of Mrs. Derhart, the widow of my ward, Raymond Derhart. The other man nodded, his eyes veiled. There was no mistaking the distaste in Sherrardes voice. Of course, everybody in this part of the world knew that Ray Derhart, heir to a large banking fortune, had married some obscure actress entirely against his familys wishes. He had died a few months ago in a motor accident in which his wife had escaped with her life, but not without serious injury. And this girl, who was his patient and suffering from loss of memory, was young Mrs. Derharts sister. Thered been bad feeling at the start of the marriage, and presumably it still continued. But that was no affair of the S.M.O.s. The girl is making no progress, he said firmly. She wont eat and she is completely uninterested in everything. She had obviously already experienced a severe emotional shock before the railway accident. When you brought her here, you will remember that she clung to you as if you were the only solid thing in a fluid world. I believe that if we confront her again with that forgive the phrase solid thing, she may be roused sufficiently to take a grasp on life. Otherwise, were going to lose her. Its as serious as that? Sherrarde had walked over to the window, so Lievers could not read anything on his face. All right, Ill go up and see her. She probably wont remember me... He could still recall her, though. The feel of her soft hands as they had clung to his ... the dark silk of her long eyelashes as they lay on her rounded cheeks. And when that silk veiling was lifted, those astonishing

eyes of hers of the uncommon shade of lavender flowers in the light, but which in the shadows had seemed a deeper shade, almost violet... She had clung to him, and something had stirred for the first time in his heart a protective tenderness for a woman. Her voice, soft and appealing, with a kind of huskiness, had seemed to promise enchantment. And for all his distaste and disillusion when he had discovered her identity, he hadnt been able to eradicate her from his thoughts. An impatient expression crossed his face. He had acted like a fool that night, and he was still acting like one. Ill go up and see the girl, he repeated arrogantly. The S.M.O. was neither amused nor irritated by his manner, as a stranger might have been. After all, most of the hospital in which they stood had been built by this mans family of millionaire bankers. And in any case Sherrarde was eminent in the medical world in his own right. At an age when most men were still climbing, he stood at the top of his own branch of the profession. Impatience was beginning to dawn in those fine, grey eyes, and Lievers said quickly, Will you come this way then, please, Mr. Sherrarde? Some minutes later the girl who lay so quietly in the pleasant first-floor room heard the door open. Her eyes were closed, though she wasnt asleep. She had been resting quite peacefully, feeling as though

suspended in a kind of dim twilight. Yet it wasnt approaching nighttime. When she had opened her eyes a minute or two ago she had seen that there was the yellow glow of sunshine in the room. But she wasnt interested in the sun. She wasnt interested in anything ... ever ... any more. Then she felt a hand touch her shoulder. Miss Woods, a voice said persuasively. Miss Woods, open your eyes. She made an effort and closed her lids a little tighter. It was the doctor the older man with the deep voice. When he came, he always looked at her so searchingly. Why did he put an s on the end of her name? Her name was Wood, not Woods. That thought was like a lightning flash and then it had gone. She didnt want to think ... it hurt. Miss Woods. The deep voice was still persuasive. Miss Woods, come, theres a good girl. Open your eyes. Her lids were not so tightly closed now, but the dark lashes still lay softly on her white cheeks like soft silk fans. Shall I try, doctor? That was Sisters voice, cooing and soft, as it always was when she stood by the bedside. Odd that, when all the nurses went in such awe of her. Sister will be here in a minute, Nurse Elliott would say, and her pretty face would be all tense and anxious.

If you dont try to eat a little more, darling, the tall thin Irish nurse would say, I shall have to fetch Sister. And her voice would fall to a whisper as if she couldnt think of anything more dire to threaten. But Sisters smile for the patient in this pleasant private room was always very bright, and her voice soft and persuasive as now, when she urged, Miss Woods, please open your eyes. Theres a visitor for you. Come along... Those dark silky lashes lying so softly on the white cheeks fluttered, and then, with a little shiver, the patient again closed her eyes as tightly as she could. It would be that woman with the smart hats ... She seemed to wear a new one every time she came. Sometimes they werent really very becoming, though they were always fashionable and they looked very expensive. She didnt like the woman; her eyes were cold and hard. She had said ... she had said... The tightly closed eyelids relaxed a little. It was too much of an effort to keep them like that. Oh, why didnt they leave her alone, to float so dreamily in this grey twilight ... to think of nothing ... just to go on floating ... floating ... right away... Let me try. It was as if the words had an electric current behind

them. He had shouted them out at the top of his voice ... but no, he hadnt. His voice wasnt very loud, but it was magnetic. It had also, at some time or other, been amused and then concerned ... and he had called her little lost girl.

But she had been dreaming then. He had never come again, so she had known that she must have been dreaming. He had given her such a wonderful sense of assurance as if when he were there nothing could go wrong. He had seemed like a spar to cling to when she was alone on a wide sea of bewilderment. No, a spar moved, and he was fixed, solid ... more like a rock that big, dark man with his keen light eyes and his lazy, amused smile. Odd that she should dream about him, when no one else ever came into that grey twilight in which she floated. Because it was a dream ... that magnetic voice... A faint smile curved her pale lips, and the dark silk fans of her lashes fluttered a little. It was a pleasant dream. She would like to go on. Then came another shock. If you persist in being the sleeping beauty, someone will have to be the prince, a deep voice said. She couldnt be dreaming. It was his voice, with that undercurrent of tender amusement which she remembered so well. The silky black eyelashes flew up and, wide-eyed, stared at the little group standing about her bed. She had seen the doctor and Sister often enough and her glance flickered quickly over them, to fix itself on the third person, that tall, broad-shouldered, rock-like man to whom she had clung ... oh, so long ago that it seemed to be in some other existence. He had come to her in the darkness ... when she had believed she was completely alone in the world.

You told me not to be afraid, she said, in a whisper. You said you were there and I must hold on to you, whatever happened. But you didnt come again, and so I thought you were a dream. He looked down at her, a curious expression on his face. So you were awake all the time. You heard what I said about the sleeping beauty? A faint color stole into her cheeks and she laughed weakly. Yes, I heard you, and you were much too flattering. At first, I thought I was still dreaming. Why didnt you come before? She was greeting him happily, as a friend, this man who had been kind to her when she needed kindness badly. I didnt know that you were waiting for me to come before you decided to get well, Sherrarde remarked rather dryly. But now youre going to be a sensible young woman, I hope. Ann nodded her dark head and her voice was childishly eager. Yes, I feel better already. Will you come to see me every day now? It will be something nice to look forward to. Sister interposed briskly. I think Mr. Sherrarde would like to hear you say that youre going to try to eat all your dinner tonight, Miss Woods. Thats the way you can thank him for coming to see you. Doctor Lievers said smilingly, Im sure our patient is going to be most co-operative from now on. Arent you, Miss Woods?

Ann turned her wide lovely eyes upon him. It didnt seem to matter before about getting well, she explained naively. It didnt seem worthwhile. The S.M.O. eyed her with a close professional scrutiny, but the tall dark man at the foot of the bed made an impatient movement. Thats feeble, he remonstrated. I thought better of you than that, little lost girl. A smile flashed across the small pale face, lighting it up. You called me that before, when you found me. And I believed it was a dream, she whispered delightedly. There was all at once an atmosphere of intimacy between them, so that the other two men were aware of being outside the circle. Doctor Lievers drew back slightly, looking pleased. His experiment was proving a success. Sherrarde had provided the stimulus which the patient had required, and now she had been roused she should make a quick recovery. Sisters face in no way reflected the doctors complacency. From the moment he came into the private wing she had been aware of a coolness in Mr. Sherrardes manner. Evidently he hadnt liked being called in in this fashion, and you couldnt really wonder at it now the patient had proved to be a member of that dreadful family into which poor Ray Derhart had married. Sisters lips tightened. What she had seen of Mrs. Woods had disposed her to think that none of the gossip about her widowed daughter was exaggerated. A baggage from all accounts, thats what she was, or had

been till that dreadful accident which had killed her young husband had made an invalid of her. Sister stiffened as the doctor stepped forward. I expect youre feeling tired now, Miss Woods, after all this excitement. But first of all, you must have a really big meal. Sister... He beckoned her forward and at the same time managed to convey to Iain Sherrarde that it was time for him to leave. The patients long black lashes were fluttering. Youll be here again. You wont be just a dream, she murmured, and was asleep almost before the sentence was ended. Outside in the corridor, Lievers nodded in satisfaction. That did the trick. Im very pleased. Iain Sherrardes remote look sharpened. Shell be all right now, you think? The other nodded. Yes. She may even have forgotten all about you when she wakes up again. But you were the link between that nightmare of the crash and the light. Once she found you there again, she dared to come into the light. If she does remember you, and we tell her that youve gone to the United States, she will accept that readily. By the time youre back again she will probably have left hospital. Sherrarde said curtly, Dont hurry that ... her leaving hospital, I mean. Dont hesitate to bring in the best people for consultation. The cost doesnt matter. Dullanty of Bristol is particularly outstanding in the psychiatry of amnesia.

The S.M.O. nodded. I agree, but when she improves physically, I think the amnesia will disappear without much need for treatment. Iain Sherrarde turned to Sister and gave her one of his rare, charming smiles. Thank you, Sister, for all that youve done, he said. As he went out to his car, he reflected distastefully that he had better ring up Mrs. Woods. As soon as her daughter could leave hospital she should be taken to Fountains to be with her own people. Her own people! His handsome mouth twisted in a grimace. A good thing he was going to America. By the time he returned she would be in her own circle, reflected in their light, and he would be able to see her as she really must be and not in that soft rosy glow which had, on that night of their first meeting, placed her apart from any other girl he had ever met.

CHAPTER TWO THE grey, misty twilight no longer had any attraction for Ann. When she awoke again she opened her eyes immediately and looked at the door. All at once she realized she felt hungry. She also felt very, very happy. It hadnt been a dream. He was real, that big man with the keen eyes who had looked at her with concerned tenderness and held her hands tightly when she had wanted to scream and scream against that nightmare from which she had run. But she mustnt think of that any more. It was behind her, and now she was going forward. She stared eagerly at the opening door. It was Nurse Elliott with her wide, beaming smile. Now, darling, how are you feeling? she asked. Hungry, returned the patient, in a much stronger voice than anyone had heard her use till now. A few minutes later, when she returned to the private wing kitchen, Nurse Elliott was remarking, not very originally: You could have knocked me down with a feather! There she was, nearly sitting up of her own accord and demanding food. I wouldnt have believed it. Sister, who was supervising special diets, looked at her sharply. More to the point, nurse is she eating her meal? Shes taken all her soup, Sister, the nurse replied. I propped her up in the pillows and she said she could manage, so I thought it was better to

leave her to eat the second course without my helping her or watching her. Shell know that shes getting better if she manages it herself. When the young nurse returned to the pleasant room at the end of the corridor, the patients plate was almost empty. Ann smiled at her. Ive really enjoyed that, nurse. Oh, how pretty! For the nurse was setting before her an attractive-looking concoction which disguised a nourishing blend of milk and fruit. Oh, I am pleased with you, darling, Elliott said exuberantly. My fianc says Ive got you on my mind. And I had, really. I could see you just fading away, starving yourself to death. Of course, we shouldnt have let you do that, she added hastily, but thats what it kept looking like to me. Im not a very experienced nurse, she went on confidentially. Now youve got your State... As soon as she had spoken, she put her hand over her mouth and looked horrified. Oh, I shouldnt have said that. Ann, propped up among the pillows, put down her spoon. Oh, have I? she asked blankly. How do you know? I dont seem to remember myself. Nurse Elliotts face continued to register concern. Oh, please forget what I said, she pleaded. Sister has given me the strictest instructions... Nurse Elliott, Ann said smilingly, I want to know about that S.R.N. certificate. Since Ive been here, Ive watched Sister and the staff nurse

and you and Nurse Tims and the others, and Ive realized I must be a nurse, for its all a familiar routine. But how do you know Im qualified, and where did I train? But Elliott had fled to the door. Ill ask Sister to come, she gasped. She was taking no further responsibility here... When she had gone, Ann lay with a puzzled expression on her face. Only now had she begun to wonder why she was here. Previously she had lain unquestioningly, drifting on that twilight sea, waiting indifferently until she finally submerged. Now she tried to think back as far as she could, but beyond the twilight was only the memory of darkness and flame and of herself running ... running ... running ... to get away from something and finding safety in the stalwart strength of Iain Sherrardes broad shoulder. Yes, she remembered that. She remembered being with him in his car and clinging to him in hospital after they had treated her in the casualty ward. It was after that that she had sunk into the dim twilight of indifference, because he had left her and had not come again. But how long ago had all that happened? And why was nothing about her earlier life in her mind at all? There was a dark wall and behind it a blank. It hurt her even to think. She put a rather weary hand to her head as Sister came into the room. The older woman gave her a keen professional glance. I hear that youve eaten your dinner like a good girl, she said smoothly. Now I can see that youre quite tired. Wouldnt you like a little sleep?

By the time she had plumped up the pillow and straightened the sheet Anns white lids were beginning to droop and her dark lashes were almost lying on her thin cheeks. Yes, perhaps I am, she yawned. Yes, I am tired. For the time being, she had completely forgotten about all the questions she had intended asking. Sister, watching her, gave a sigh of relief. It looked as if this was going to be a plain, straightforward case after all. The girls memory would no doubt be back to normal next time she woke up and then it would be only a matter of a day or two before she was on her feet. Sister supposed that the relatives would want to have her home immediately. As it happened, Sister Private Wing was, in this particular case, overoptimistic. For the next day, although the patient continued to take a little more food and was roused from her state of dreamy acquiescence, she showed no desire to ask questions. Her face went very white and still when she was told that Iain Sherrarde was leaving for America that day. She didnt speak of him again for a day or two, and then, when Nurse Elliott was sitting with her, she enquired whether he had gone for a long time or even for good. Goodness, no, the young nurse returned, in surprise. He often goes, just for short trips. Never for more than ten days or a fortnight. Ann asked no further questions and Megan plunged into a racy account of her latest quarrel with her fianc. They were both Welsh, both

temperamental, and seemed to enjoy quarrelling for the joy of making up afterwards. I should like to meet him. He sounds great fun, Ann smiled. Nurse Elliott rolled her fine eyes. I dont think I would dare risk letting him meet you ... a pretty thing like you, she replied with laughing emphasis. It took me quite a long time to manoeuvre into the position of being first in his thoughts, and Im not willingly putting in front of him anyone prettier than I am. Pretty! Am I? That sent the patients thoughts in an entirely different direction. By moving her head slightly, she could see her reflection in the mirror of the dressing-table, and now she craned her neck forward to do so. Nurse Elliott went quickly across to the dressing-table and picked up the hand mirror. Have a good look at yourself, she invited. Anne gazed at the reflection in the mirror as if she had never seen it before, and indeed she could not recollect having done so. Why, Im quite plain, she exclaimed in a disappointed voice. Beside the rounded rosy cheeks and jet black curls of the Welsh girl, she looked thin and drawn and anaemic. Plain! ejaculated Megan Elliott. Dont be silly. Youre lovely, with those big eyes and that white skin. I never saw such eyes. Theyre always changing color, as the mood takes you, sometimes lavender, sometimes nearly as deep as violets, and sometimes grey.

As her patient still continued to regard herself without any expression of satisfaction, she went on: Dont forget youve been ill. Youre thin, much too thin, because youve been half starving yourself. Youve got beautiful bones and eyes. As soon as youre well again, youll see. And with make-up... I dont use much make-up. Ann looked at Nurse Elliott, apparently seeing nothing odd in this recollection this patient who had stood in Casualty and held out her hands gropingly, her wide eyes apparently unseeing. Who am I? she had called, agonizingly. Where am I going? I cant remember ... I cant remember ... Its only you whom I know ... only you. Her big lavender eyes had focused then when she had turned to Iain Sherrarde, and she had clung desperately to him until her final collapse. It was a little later that Doctor Lievers came into Anns room, accompanied by Sister and another woman. The patient, who was sitting, propped up with pillows, smiled at them with equal impartiality, but her eyes flickered slightly when they rested on the handsome, assured face beneath the fashionable hat. She is the woman who has been here before several times, thought Ann. Once, when Sister went out of the room, she shook me and said I was impersonating her daughter. That had been during the period of drifting grey twilight from which only the voice of Iain Sherrarde had aroused her. At the thought of him, a light came into her eyes. She let her heavy eyelids droop, completely uninterested in her visitors. She drifted, not back into grey twilight, but

into a dream that was lovely as the dawn, shot with rose ... the color of sweet anticipation. Mrs. Woods stood in a luxurious bedroom with a decor of cream and rose, staring at her elder daughter, who was lying among the tumbled satin cushions of a long couch at the foot of the bed. Ive just come from the hospital, Beverley, she explained. The girl is much better, but she doesnt seem to have a clue as to who she is. At hospital, they still think she is Anne Woods. Beverley Derhart gave a petulant yawn. But, Mummy, why bother to go? Why dont you tell the doctor, or the police? For all we know she may have stolen Annes handbag, and that would explain your letter being in it. Mrs. Woods removed her cigarette from her thin, scarlet lips and flicked away the ash. Ive been waiting for Anne to write. She has left Queen Fridas Hospital, apparently. I rang up last night. Of all the selfish, inconsiderable girls! Beverley laughed. For goodness sake, Mummy, be your age! Why should Anne come down here for our convenience? Burying herself in this dead-and-alive hole... She stopped, her face all at once distorted by angry frustration, and tears began to well up in her big blue eyes. Mrs. Woods said, in quick alarm,

Beverley, please stop. Youll upset yourself, and I shall have to send for Marchdale, and you know how cross she is today. Darling, do stop crying. Her expression was concerned, as she bent over the slim shaking figure. We shall have to send for the doctor. Youre ill. No, Im not. With a lightning change of mood, Beverley sat up and began to mop her eyes. No, Im not ill, or at least no worse than usual. But Im bored, bored! So bored that I could scream and scream and

scream! If we could go back to London, it wouldnt be so bad.

Sometimes I feel I could murder Iain Sherrarde with his long face about my having to take great care and his talk about the welfare of the children. You know, darling, I believe he keeps you down here because hes in love with you. All men are Turks at heart, and would like to keep the women they love behind bars, away from other men. And youre lovelier now than youve ever been. Beverleys big blue eyes widened with delight, as she reached for her hand mirror. Do you really think so, Mummy? It might be fun to have a love affair with the great H.E. thats what the students at the, Institute call him ... short for His Excellency. Ive been so busy hating him because he held the purse strings, but now ... Mummy, youre a darling. Youve made me feel interested in life once again. Secretly, Mrs. Woods had no faith at all in the idea she had just put before Beverley. Iain Sherrarde was too proud and arrogant to fall in

love with an ex-showgirl, no matter how lovely. Beverley hadnt been good enough in his estimation, for his ward, Ray Derhart. Thank goodness were having a spell of peace while hes in America, she said fervently. If only Anne had answered my S.O.S., the wicked, selfish girl! With a trained nurse here, he wouldnt interfere half so much, either with you or the children. So Mummy, you dont in your innermost heart really believe that Anne gave that girl your letter and sent her down here? Mrs. Woods looked despondent. Frankly, she couldn't imagine her younger daughter taking any such trouble. She wasnt the sort of girl to be moved either by sentiment or family feeling. Her thoughts were diverted then, for Marchdale came into the room. She stared at Beverley, saw the sign of tears and rounded on the older woman. Shes been crying again. What have you been saying to her? She was a thin, wiry old woman, a distant relative, though no one ever remembered that now. She had been a theatre dresser in the days when Mrs. Woods had been a third-rate actress, and when she married had become her housekeeper and then nurse to the two girls. She had always been fanatically devoted to Beverley. Dont be so silly, March, Mrs. Woods replied haughtily. Theres nothing wrong. What about a little pick-me-up, my pet? That will soon chase away the blues, the old woman said softly.

Mrs. Woods eyes narrowed and she looked more closely at her daughter. Beverley, March, you know what the doctor says. Oh, whats the use? She got up and left them. She had her own affairs to see to. Beverleys suite of rooms was on the ground floor, and Mrs. Woods went through the hall and began to ascend the wide shallow stairway with its thick mushroom-colored carpet. Everywhere in this house there was the luxury that she loved. In her own room, she trod on a thick, soft carpet of her favorite color the tender green of newly unfurled leaves. On her wide, luxurious bed there was an ivory satin spread and eiderdown. Her furniture was of the very latest design. Mrs. Woods had been a small-part actress and sometimes a singer in dingy night clubs. Neither her career nor marriage had given her the luxury and security for which she craved. But they had come to her finally by Beverleys marriage to the heir to the Derhart fortune, and she was grimly determined to hang on to them. She pulled off her hat, and ran her fingers through her smartly tinted hair. She moved over to the big windows, touching the ivory brocade curtains with caressing fingers. She had always longed for a room like this, like a stage set in a sophisticated comedy, and now it was hers... Her thin red mouth that had softened slightly tightened again as she noticed a flash of bright red among the trees that stood at the very far end of the gardens. Then she saw another splash of the same color. Emma and Guy, Beverleys two children, running wild, instead of resting,

or doing their lessons, or whatever my lord Iain Sherrarde had laid down in their timetable. Oh, how she loathed that man! And though he might be in America, there was always his inquisitive old aunt or his snooty girl friend to spy for him. Then the same old complaints would go up. The children were in need of more care and attention than they were getting at Fountains. They would be much better living with Mr. Sherrardes aunt at Daintys End. In other words, thought Mrs. Woods grimly, he wanted the children taken away from her care and influence. Then they would grow up not knowing her, and if Beverley died, as well she might with this heart trouble, then... Mrs. Woods clenched her hands. Shed got to stop the children being taken away from her influence. If only Anne ... But it was no good going over that again. Anne had trained as a nurse, and you might have expected tenderness and consideration from her, but instead... Mrs. Woods recalled the last time she had seen her younger daughter. She had been wearing uniform, that marvellously attractive uniform of a Queen Fridas nurse. She was pretty, too. Not so pretty as Beverley, but very attractive. Nurse Anne Woods had said, Ive had a hard time for nearly four years. Nursing is said to be easier now than once it was. The discipline is supposed not to be quite so rigid ... not quite! And she had grimaced in a fashion that made her look oddly like her mother. Ive stuck it because I know what I want. I want the same as

Beverley security for life. Im going all out to find a wealthy husband one who is getting on in life. My best chance of meeting him is in a hospital, in one of those expensive clinics, or as a private nurse, when hes feeling sorry for himself. Ive got my State and soon I shall have my Queen Fridas certificate. Then I shall apply for a post in a tiptop clinic. So its no good talking to me about coming to nurse Beverley or look after the children. Ive got myself and my future to think about. Yes, that was how Anne had spoken, and Mrs. Woods realized that she had been an optimistic fool to write to her again and to hope that she would change her mind. And now this other girl had turned up, a girl whom Iain Sherrarde had accepted as Beverleys sister. He had arranged for her to have a room in the private wing of the hospital, and because of his interest she was receiving quite unnecessary attention and fuss, or so Mrs. Woods considered. It was really remarkable that he had put himself out for a relative of hers. And it wasnt as if he had approved of Annes coming down here to look after her sister and the children. Indeed he had been exceedingly cool about the suggestion. Mrs. Woods peered out of the window again. She couldnt see those red flashes now. She hoped to goodness that Miss Pollard, the nursery governess, was keeping her eye on them, for the busy road lay beyond the trees.

Ought she to go out to see that they were all right? No, definitely not. She was beginning to be obsessed by the safety of the children. Miss Pollard was paid to do her job and it was useless to be worrying every moment of the day as to whether she was doing it properly. An hour later Mrs. Woods left Fountains, driving the small car. She preferred the big one, but it was not in the garage and she presumed that Beverley had sent the chauffeur-handyman on some errand into town. He considered it beneath his dignity to take the little car. At her bridge club, she was just settling down for a game when she was called to the telephone. I thought I might find you at your club, commented the voice at the other end dryly. I decided it was better to contact you rather than Beverley. Its the children. Mrs. Woods taut, slim figure grew rigid, as the speaker went on, they were racing about, quite unattended, on the main road and you know what the traffic is like there. Are they hurt? Mrs. Woods mouth was dry. No, but they might well have been killed. Mrs. Trederrick, Iain Sherrardes aunt, was speaking, and of course he would be informed the moment he arrived back from America about what had happened. And incidentally, what had happened? The explanation was soon forthcoming. She might have known it, Mrs. Woods thought wrathfully.

Maureen saw them when she was driving along the main road, Mrs. Trederrick explained coldly. She picked them up and brought them here. They came very willingly, she concluded, with a significant emphasis in her voice. How surprising, Mrs. Woods hit back, but her thin hand was clenched so that her knuckles shone white. The children were friendly little souls and would go with anyone who offered them a ride in a car, even the uppish snob, Doctor Maureen Lyntrope. The only reason she made a fuss of them was because she was in love with Iain Sherrarde. And now, at Daintys End, the pair of them the aunt and the girl friend would be pumping the children for all they were worth to find out how badly they were being neglected at Fountains. Mrs. Woods reflected with a wry twist of her thin lips that she had better go and fetch them back home as quickly as she could. As for that nursery governess, Miss Pollard, she appeared to have no control over them whatever. Iain Sherrarde was right about that. She would have to go. Someone must be found to replace her, and someone must be found to keep an eye on Beverley. Now Mrs. Woods faced up squarely to the fact that had been nagging at her since she left her invalid daughter's room. Marchdale, in spite of everything the doctor had said, was letting Beverley have alcohol. That was what had been wrong with her earlier in the day. Not that she had drunk too much by any ordinary standards, but what Marchdale and Beverley both seemed unable to realize was

that since her accident, Beverley couldnt be judged by ordinary standards. Half an hour later Mrs. Woods was driving back to Fountains, her eyes glittering furiously, her two grandchildren, subdued and weary, in the back of the car. The impertinence of those two women at Daintys End suggesting that

she was to blame, suggesting that the children were being neglected! It
was no business of theirs anyway. Iain Sherrarde was the childrens guardian, not his aunt and certainly not Doctor Maureen Lyntrope. But one thing was quite clear, as far as Mrs. Woods was concerned. That girl in Sunbury Hospital must be persuaded to come to Fountains as soon as possible. Once she was here, in her Queen Fridas uniform, no one at Daintys End would have any grounds for complaint.

CHAPTER THREE FOR the first time since the night she had been brought into hospital, Ann was fully dressed. The suit she had put on had borne the label of a well-known fashion house, and she found herself wondering if she had been alone when she had bought it. When, a few moments later, Sister and the S.M.O. came into the room, she gave them a smile of such brilliance that they both thought: What a remarkable recovery! And what a lovely girl! How are you feeling today, Miss Woods? the doctor enquired. A complete fraud, she replied promptly. Im quite well, Doctor Lievers. Except... Except that I cant remember a thing about my past life. I cant remember anything before that dreadful crash. And youre not to try to remember, he urged her. Sir James Dullanty who came to see you on Monday believes that in a relaxed atmosphere, among your own people, your memory will return, either quite suddenly or gradually. He is not prepared to say which, but he favors your leaving hospital immediately and going to your own family. But there is an alternative. He stared searchingly at the girl, noting that her eyes would no longer meet his and that her hands were trembling.

Ann thought dully: That woman ... but she isnt my mother. I cant go to her home. An alternative? she murmured. You can continue to have hospital treatment, the doctor explained. If you choose that, I think you should go back to London, to Queen Fridas Hospital, where, as one of their staff, you will be admitted immediately. He saw the bewilderment in her wide lavender eyes. Whichever decision you make, remember, it neednt be final. If you go to Fountains and are not happy there, then we can arrange for you to go to London, or the other way round. He and Sister left her eventually, and Ann sat staring down at her hands. Had she dreamed that Mrs. Woods had stood by her bedside, shaking her shoulders roughly and demanding to know why she was impersonating her daughter? No, that incident had happened, she was sure, and what she couldnt understand was why Mrs. Woods had allowed the mistake in her identity to continue. In every fibre of her being, she rejected the suggestion that she and that woman were related in any way. Moreover, her name wasnt Woods, it was Wood, she decided positively. So really there wasnt any alternative. The only thing for her to do was to go back to London, and at Queen Fridas Hospital, on what must be familiar ground, she might soon recover her memory. That was the sensible thing, and yet immediately there came into her mind a strange reluctance. The fact of the matter was that she didnt

want to go back to Queen Fridas ever again. She didnt know why, but there was something which she felt she could not face. And then all at once it seemed clear. If she left Sunbury, she might never see Iain Sherrarde again. Only when he had come to her bedside and roused her from that twilight dream which had threatened to merge into eternal darkness had she begun to get better. She had wanted to live, for his sake, because he had taken the trouble to come to her. He

had come, so it couldnt be only on her side that feeling of belonging.

He must feel as she did, that something vital had sparked between them. Increasing vitality was bringing with it increasing curiosity. She had thought about him often, but had not spoken of him to any of the nurses who came to talk to her, bring her meals, or make her bed. She had assumed from the beginning that he was a doctor. After all, he had brought her into hospital personally. And now something else occurred to her, something that till now it had never entered her head to wonder about. She was here, in a room in the private wing of a hospital and private rooms had to be paid for. Who was paying? Ann sat down, feeling all at once very frightened. Suppose ... suppose Mrs. Woods was footing the bill! But was that remotely likely when she had accused Ann of impersonating her daughter? Anns thought went back to Iain Sherrarde. What had made her think he was a doctor? Stupid of her just to assume it, stupid of her, too, not to have found out every single thing about him.

And so, when Nurse Elliott came in with her tea-tray, she began to ply her with questions. Nurse Elliott, who did you say brought me into hospital? she enquired tentatively. The Welsh girls eyes widened. Cant you remember? she queried, in a disappointed manner as if her own particular charge was letting her down. Ann remembered very well indeed, but she was after information now, and yet at the same time sensitive lest Nurse Elliott should guess anything of her feelings for Iain Sherrarde. So she shook her head and looked vague. I thought Id told you, Nurse Elliott said flatly. It was Mr. Sherrarde. He was dining out, and had taken a short cut down a country lane. He said that he almost ran you down. You were wandering along the right in the middle of the lane. He didnt know about the railway accident then. Ann wasnt interested in the railway accident. Mr. Sherrarde, she repeated. But you said or did I assume? that he was a doctor. Hes a surgeon, with goodness knows how many letters after his name, the little dark nurse told her soberly. In a way, hes our local celebrity. Head of the Sherrarde Institute, with a reputation which extends to London and even to the United States.

The Sherrarde Institute, repeated Ann blankly. Something was nagging slightly inside her mind, as if that was a name she had heard before, in some other connection. Its a great laboratory ... a series of laboratories really, on the Sherrarde estate, given up to research on the rheumatoid diseases, Nurse Elliott explained, as she went over to the window to straighten the curtains. Patients come from all over the country. Mr. Sherrarde our Iain is in charge. After she had gone, Ann suddenly realized why the Sherrarde Institute had sounded a familiar note in her mind. She had heard of it at some time during her training. She was sure of that. It had been perhaps still was a private foundation, with a great banking fortune behind it. The founders wife had been crippled by arthritis, and on his death her husband had left his home as a centre for research. She remembered somebody talking about it. Ann went rather soberly over to the dressing-table, sat down, and examined her face with sombre eyes. It was such an ordinary face, in spite of all that Elliott had said about her being pretty. What hope had she that Iain Sherrarde would ever have the slightest interest in her? A man with all his advantages, when he eventually married, would choose someone of equal distinction in birth and upbringing, someone who had poise and beauty. When he eventually married ... Once again, Anns foot seemed to have come very near to an abyss. He wasnt a boy ... not even a very young man. Yet she had assumed from the very first moment of returning

consciousness of the will to live, when he had called to her strongly across that twilight sea, commanding her to come back, she had assumed that he had no ties other than those he had forged with her. But now common sense told her that he might well be married already, perhaps with a family. Or if not married, then engaged. She went back to the little table on which Nurse Elliott had placed her tray, poured out a cup of tea and drank it thirstily. She couldnt bear to think of that. Fortunately for her peace of mind she had the answers to her questions before she went to sleep, though they came to her in a roundabout and quite unexpected way. She was turning over the pages of a magazine some time later, when the door opened, after a perfunctory knock. Ann turned round eagerly. It wasnt time for dinner, but Megan Elliott might have found she had a few moments to spare and come in for a chat. Anns face changed from glowing welcome to a quiet withdrawal when she saw who the visitor was. Mrs. Woods was panting slightly. I came up the emergency stairs, she said. I didnt really want anyone to know I was here. Doctor Lievers asked me not to come till you had made up your mind whether youre going to come home, or go back to London for further treatment. Ann stared at her, her beautiful eyes very wide. And then she said softly and with great earnestness, Mrs. Woods, you and I arent related, are we?

Mrs. Woods sat down abruptly. So you know that, she ejaculated, with quick, suspicious glance. What else do you know? About yourself, I mean, and about my family? Ann shook her head. Nothing at all. I havent the faintest idea who I am and why I was on that train, or why I had in my handbag a letter from you addressed to Nurse Anne Woods. I think my name is Ann Wood no e and no s. When they call me Miss Woods here, I always have the impulse to say No s at the end, just as if Ive said it often before. I know Ive trained for nursing and I believe I was at Queen Fridas Hospital in London, but... And there, she stopped, not knowing what to say next. Mrs. Woods stared at her shrewdly. You could have told the doctors and nurses here that story and then they would have made enquiries at Queen Fridas. But theyve done nothing, because everyone believes you are Anne Woods ... the real Anne Woods ... my daughter. And you have

never denied it.

She leaned forward, her small dark eyes fixed on the girls pale face. You havent asked for any enquiries to be made, Miss Wood. And I can only presume its because you dont want them made. You prefer to wait, to allow your memory to return. If you have lost it! Ann stared at her with wide eyes that had darkened to violet with fear and shock. She had lost her memory, but there was some element of truth in Mrs. Woods challenge. She hadnt tried to convince anybody of a fact that she had known right from the beginning that whoever she was, she was not Anne Woods. There was a great dark barrier in her

mind between the present and that past which lay behind the time of the railway crash. And it was a barrier which she was afraid to have

broken down.
When she did not speak, the other woman went on quickly, Why dont you come to Fountains as my daughter? No one here has the slightest inkling that you are not Anne Woods. Anns eyes grew darker than ever. But why do you want me, a stranger, to come to your home? Because we are desperately in need of someone like you someone with nursing qualifications. Mrs. Woods paused. Perhaps Id better explain from the beginning. Besides my daughter Anne, who is a nurse, there is Beverley, who married Raymond Derhart of the Derhart and Sherrarde banking families. She looked at Ann expectantly, and when she saw the girls eyelashes flicker, her thin lips twitched. She has no more lost her memory than I have, she thought grimly. She is running away from somebody or something. Well, that suits me. I only wish I could find out what it is, so that I could get a hold over her. She went on with her explanations of the accident in which Ray Derhart had been killed, and his wife injured, of the two children, and their large fortune under the control of a trustee.

That trustee is Mr. Sherrarde, their fathers cousin. He was the man who found you wandering about and brought you here. You remember

him, I suppose?
She scanned her listeners face mercilessly, but Ann did not flinch. Mrs. Woods could read nothing from her downcast eyes and her softly curving lips. Yes, I remember him. I promised Mr. Sherrade that I would persuade my daughter Anne to come down here and take charge, Mrs. Woods continued gloomily. He believes, like everybody else, that you are Anne. She stopped again and then continued jerkily, I appealed to her and she has failed me. Now I am appealing to you. Please come to Fountains and help us until your memory comes back. When it does, you can, if you wish, go back to the life you lived before the accident. Once again something in Anns mind seemed to rise up like a solid wall. The life you lived before the accident! No, not that. She could never go back. There was a long silence, and then Ann said, If I were to accept a post in your house, wouldnt it be better to admit the truth that Im not your daughter? They wouldnt discharge you from hospital unless they believed you were going to relatives, Mrs. Woods returned quickly. Theyd start making enquiries immediately, finding out things about you...

It was a shot at venture, but it hit its mark, for Ann started and then went very pale. The girl at whom she was staring had gripped the arms of her chair. There was something in her memory that she didnt want to face. If she went back to Queen Fridas Hospital, somebody would probe into her mind until the whole story came out. And she didnt want that to happen ... she didnt ... she didnt ... She clenched her hands and beat restlessly on the arms of her chair, then stopped abruptly when she saw that Mrs. Woods cynical eyes were upon her. Her earlier antipathy towards this woman welled up. She didnt like her and she didnt want to go and live in her house, but she was afraid, terribly afraid of the alternative, terribly afraid of what someone might discover about her. And behind all that was the heart breaking knowledge that if she went away now, severing all connections with Mrs. Woods and her family, she might never see Iain Sherrarde again. She got to her feet, her mind suddenly made up. All right, Mrs. Woods. I will come to Fountains as soon as Doctor Lievers says I can leave hospital. Mrs. Woods rose also, nodding her head in a very satisfied manner. That will be tomorrow. And may I congratulate you on your good sense.

CHAPTER FOUR NANA says were to call you Auntie Anne. It seems funny calling our nurse Auntie Anne. Were too big for a nurse, anyway. Miss Pollard says... The little boy was sitting at the table waving his spoon about and scattering a good deal of the fruit and custard that was on his plate in the process. His last sentence was interrupted by a pink-faced Miss Pollard, who said quickly, Guy, please get on with your pudding. Fruit and custard isnt pudding, put in the little girl on the opposite side of the table. Four large blue eyes were fixed on Ann as she stood in the doorway of the nursery. Mrs. Woods had already prepared her for the fact that this meeting would prove the most powerful challenge to her identity. Until a little less than a year ago, the children had lived in London, and their Aunt Anne had seen them at infrequent intervals, though she was not fond of them and had made little fuss of them. Nearly a year ago! That was a very long time to a young child. Children soon forgot. Anns coloring, Mrs. Woods had said thoughtfully, was very similar to that of her younger daughter. If she wore her uniform the first time she saw the children, theyd be taken in. Theyd never seen their Aunt Anne in uniform. Emmas seraphic gaze turned from her brother to the girl in the doorway. Dont be silly, Guy, she chided him. She isnt our real Auntie Anne. Were just calling her that to be polite.

Miss Pollard expostulated rather weakly, Really, Emma, you... Ann decided that it was time she spoke. You havent seen me in uniform before, Emma. How do you like it? It makes you look pretty prettier than you were before, observed Guy generously Guy was obviously a pet. Ann warmed to him. The danger, she was quick to see, was going to come from her niece. You havent seen her before, Emma was insisting now as she turned her large reproachful eyes in his direction, so how can you know that she looks prettier in uniform? Once more her gaze engulfed Ann. It is nice, she admitted magnanimously, and you are pretty. Are you married? Darling, you know Im not married, or thered be an uncle something or other with me. We shouldnt have to call your husband uncle. We should call him Mr. ... whatever his name was. Were just calling you Auntie Anne because its polite and sounds nicer than nurse. Really, Emma! ejaculated Miss Pollard again, but the look she turned on Ann was sharp and inquisitive, though her voice was apologetic when she spoke. She isnt usually so naughty. Its odd Im sorry I came while they were having a meal, Ann said to the governess. Its bad to have them disturbed just now. Could we leave them to finish while we go into the other room to talk?

I dont think ... the girl began. I mean ... well, they just wouldnt finish. Theyd follow us, or run out into the garden. Ann refrained from raising her eyebrows. All right, Ill stay with you here till theyve finished. She looked at the clock. What time do they go to bed? In about half an hour. They usually play after theyve had dinner supper, that is but its been getting later and later. They well... Miss Pollard says we were too repressed when we were with Aunt Mary, Emma put in now, blandly. Silly old thing! Emma, Ive told you... Miss Pollards voice threatened, but there was a quaver in it which no child could fail to recognize. Its what you said, Emma responded, with an upward flick of her long eyelashes. Emma, your behavior certainly hasnt improved since I saw you last, Ann put in now, softly. That brought the little girls attention back to her. Are you...? she began, but Ann shook her head firmly. No more talking and no more questions till youve finished supper. She turned again to Averill Pollard. Perhaps we could have a talk when the children are in bed, she suggested, in a low voice. Averill tossed her head, her cheeks very pink. Really, I dont know that theres much I can say. Ive been here only three months. I havent had a chance...

Fortunately, Guy made a welcome diversion. Ive finished my dinner, he shouted, climbing out of his chair, and I like you, Nurse Auntie Anne. I like you, I like you. As was apparently usual, Emma had the last word. You cant call her Nurse Auntie Anne. You must either call her Auntie Anne or Nurse Anne. Guy was raising an angelic face to be kissed. Emma, not to be left out, rushed forward, her face also raised invitingly. Ann bent to hug them. Since she had left the hospital in Mrs. Woods company, she had felt cold and depressed. But with this welcome, her heart warmed. She had not yet seen the childrens mother. Beverley Derhart was having one of her bad days, and didnt feel, as Mrs. Woods expressed it, like interviewing a strange nurse. Mrs. Marchdale, who had been her nurse when she was a child, was with her. When she had really bad spells, no one could do anything with her except Marchdale. Though once she has got used to you, I hope it will be different, Mrs. Woods continued, a faint frown drawing her forehead. She went on briskly: Im glad your meeting with the children was so successful. Im dining out this evening, but you and Miss Pollard can have your meal together. I should get to bed early if I were you. After all, you are still only convalescent, and Doctor Lievers was most emphatic that you should rest when you could. Doctor Lievers had no idea that his patient was going to do anything but rest, though neither of them mentioned that.

As she had driven with Mrs. Woods out of Sunbury, Anns eyes had wandered from landmark to landmark. It seemed to her that she had never seen this rolling green countryside before. Where was the lane down which she had wandered and had almost been run down by Iain Sherrardes car? Where was the railway accident? she enquired. Mrs. Woods laughed. You nurses are all the same always interested in accidents and blood and such horrors, she said, and gave a delicate shiver. Ann made no reply to that, and the other went on quite

inconsequentially, Iain Sherrarde is supposed to be a confirmed bachelor, you know. Ann was so genuinely surprised by the remark and the flicker of malice that showed in Mrs. Woods small brown eyes that she registered nothing but surprise. She repeated his name, raising her small chin slightly, and there was in her voice, the delicate inflection of a question. Yes, the man who found you wandering about somewhere near Melling Hall where he should have dined that night. Instead, he took you to hospital and presumably is going to foot the bill for your private room and all the expensive treatment youve had there. There was no trace of tact in Mrs. Woods voice. Ann was shaken, partly with disdain and partly with embarrassment. Shes a vulgar woman, she reflected, and remembered with dismay that

everybody would believe they were mother and daughter. And in her shrunken world everybody really meant Iain Sherrarde. She said, in her clear voice, which held more than a tinge of pride, Im afraid Ive been rather stupid. I just didnt think about bills. But surely no bills would be sent to him, when everybody believes that you and I are ... related. Mrs. Woods expression was all at once very cold. I havent been asked to pay any bills, and indeed, I should refuse to do so. I didnt arrange for you to have private treatment. Anns face was distressed. In her handbag there were only a few pounds and she hadnt the faintest idea whether she had any savings. Then I must pay them myself, as soon as Im able, she said. Youll be a fool to bother. He has plenty of money. And in a way, hes a relative of ours. I always think of him as such. That was quite untrue. Mrs. Woods never thought of Iain Sherrarde except with intense dislike and antagonism, but she wasnt going to tell Ann that. She was going to pretend all the time that she and the Director of the Sherrarde Institute were on the best of terms. She went on, Of course, we should all like to see Iain married. Hed make a marvellous husband. His aunt, Mrs. Trederrick, who lives with him at Daintys End, is trying to do some matchmaking. She invited a distant cousin, a young woman doctor, to stay with her. A lot of people are beginning to think Iain will fall for her, for they are seen about together a great deal.

She certainly appears to have what it takes ... looks, breeding and a common interest with him in medicine, but... She stopped and laughed, and her eyes were suddenly rather sly. Of course, there is another possibility. Anns breath caught sharply in her throat. What was this dreadful woman going to say now? And then her eyes rounded as Mrs. Woods went on musingly, My daughter Beverley is a very lovely girl and Iain visits her very frequently. They have so much to discuss money affairs, the children. Sometimes they quarrel violently, and its that which makes me wonder. Havent you noticed, Ann, that people who quarrel at first very often fall in love later? Her glance was full of mockery and it was just as if she had guessed Anns secret and was saying to her: Youre a silly little fool if you give Iain Sherrarde another thought. He would never look at you! But thoughts arent so easily banished, and as she saw the gardens and the beautiful front of Fountains for the first time, Ann was still thinking of him. When she entered the house, Anns first impression was of

disappointment. The decor, the furniture, the carpets were in contemporary style, and seemed a little out of character in the old house, but worse still, there was a faint air of neglect about the place. The furniture did not shine and there were no flowers.

She had no reason to alter her first impression when Mrs. Woods took her upstairs. Im giving you the room my daughter would have, the other told her loftily, but when Miss Pollard goes, youd better have hers, which is next to the childrens night nursery. It will satisfy ... She was about to refer to Iain Sherrarde, but it would be better if the girl did not know how much power he had, so she substituted their mother. She worries in case they wake in the night. Guy, the little boy, sometimes has nightmares. The room was not very attractive, quite small, right at the end of the corridor, in an angle of the house and consequently rather dark. There was a film of dust on all the furniture and it seemed as if no one had been asked to prepare it for her occupation. Now, after Mrs. Woods had dismissed her, Ann came back to her room, feeling unutterably depressed. But that was silly, she told herself. Better to try to improve the appearance of the room, rather than to sit moping about it. Having done what she could in the way of tidying the room, and making up the bed, she unpacked and then went over to the window. As she looked down, she saw a man in flannels and a grey sports jacket come from one side of the house and walk through an opening in an oldfashioned yew hedge. Ann thought he might be a gardener, and wondered about the staff in the house, for as yet she had seen only one young girl who had brought tea for Mrs. Woods and herself. She felt lonely, depressed and fearful. This silent, neglected house was a terrible change from the friendly brightness of the private wing. Megan

Elliott had said that she would cycle over on Tuesday to see her, but that seemed a long way off. She moved her slim shoulders impatiently. She wouldnt sleep if she stayed here. She would go out for a walk, and perhaps tire herself physically. The long spring twilight hadnt faded yet, and the air was quite mild. Ann, still in the uniform which she had donned on Mrs. Woods instructions before she went to see the children, picked up her cloak. Strange that she had been travelling with uniform in her luggage. Just as if she had known that she was coming on a case... As she glanced out of the window she saw another figure running across the lawn towards the opening in the thick yew hedge. This time it was a woman, and unless she was very much mistaken, Averil Pollard. Ann went downstairs and through the silent hall, shivering a little, though it was not cold. The garden was full of the indescribably sweet scents of the burgeoning year. This was the west country, and spring came earlier here. When she had left London... Again there was that blank wall, blotting memories of the life behind her. She had an impression of coldness ... of frost... and then even that impression was gone. Dont try to force anything. Dont consciously try to remember. Better to let it come back to you naturally, the doctors had said. With something of a start, Ann noticed that the path she had been following for several minutes had come to an end. In front of her was a gate, standing open. The way beyond was rather dark and shaded by

trees. She hesitated, wondering where it led, and whether the path would soon come again into the open. As she stood, she heard the sound of voices and laughter. It would seem that she had come in the same direction taken by a couple she had noticed in the distance and hoped to avoid. She turned hurriedly, caught her foot on a stone and, unable to regain her balance, fell heavily with her shoulder striking the iron railing just near to the gate. Her heavy cloak, partly responsible for her fall as her arms had been inside it, shielded her from the worst of the impact, but all the same the jolt was painful, and as she got to her feet her face was rueful. She would have a stiff shoulder tomorrow and probably a bad bruise. As she brushed herself down there was the sound of flying footsteps, and along a parallel path that she hadnt noticed till now a young woman flew past and disappeared behind the bushes. Its time I went back, Ann thought wryly. Theres too much cloak and dagger stuff around here. She began to walk back in the direction from which she had come, and after a few moments she heard hurrying footsteps behind her. She turned, and saw a man, evidently the partner of the flying nymph who had disappeared in the direction of the house. It was the man she had noticed earlier from her bedroom window. He fell into step beside her, saying affably, Good evening, miss. Out for a walk, are you? I hope our good air at Fountains will soon bring an improvement in your health. Ann smiled. Good evening, and thank you. Im Burrows, the chauffeur-handyman, he told her.

Oh, murmured Ann, realizing with slight amusement that he was discontinuing his pursuit. In any case, Averil must by now be in the house. He continued civilly, I understand youre going to keep an eye on the children as well as nursing your sister. I hope you wont find it too much for you. If youll excuse my saying so, it seems a formidable undertaking for anyone in full health, but for a young lady, still convalescing, well, to me, its a bit inhuman to ask you to do so much. If youll excuse my saying so. Ann did not excuse him. She thought his expression of opinion uncalled for and his manner too familiar. The little note of distance that had so infuriated Mrs. Woods was in her voice again. Youre very kind. He had the grace, it would seem, to recognize the note, and they walked in silence back to the yew hedge and to the house. They had reached the steps which led on to the terrace and to the front door when a man appeared from the other side of the house. Anns heart began to pound heavily. It had come, then, this moment for which she had been waiting so long. Even in the dusk there was no mistaking him. She was to remember later that Burrows said, with a more pronounced inflection of familiarity than he had used previously, Ill say good evening now, miss. And maybe Ill be able to take you on another tour of exploration some evening soon? At the moment, she scarcely noticed him. Good evening, Mr. Sherrarde, sir, he continued, with a marked change of voice. Ive just been showing the young lady a bit of the garden.

Good evening, Burrows. The tone was dismissive and the chauffeur did not linger. He sketched a salute to Ann and went off in the direction of the garage. Ann managed to get some control over her racing pulses. But her voice was slightly breathless when she said, Good evening, Mr. Sherrarde. I thought ... I understood you were in America. I arrived back this afternoon. In the dusk it was difficult to read his expression, but the coldness of his voice struck her like a blow. So youre out of hospital, Miss Woods. How are you? Ann realized that she was shivering, that her shoulder had begun to ache, and that all at once she felt faint. When she did not speak, he went on, still without any trace of warmth in his voice, Wed better go inside. If I may say so, wandering about in the damp of an English spring evening is not really sensible in one who has only just come out of hospital. But Im quite well now, Ann responded in a small voice. Something inside her shrank at his coldness. He spoke as if he were a stranger, or even something worse a man who felt bored or indifferent about meeting her. But perhaps she was being fanciful. She had been living in a state of blissful anticipation of seeing him again, and perhaps she had been expecting too much. After all, they had to get to know each other again. They went up the steps together, and then he stepped back for her to precede him into the hall, but she paused, saying nervously, Im afraid I dont know where the switches are.

He replied impatiently, Where is everybody? Surely its Burrows job to put on the lights and see to the windows and curtains. I dont know, Ann replied, still in that very small voice. I ... I ... only arrived here this afternoon. So I understand, he replied frostily. Allow me, then. Perhaps he had been in touch with the hospital to enquire about her. The thought warmed Anns chilled heart slightly. The hall had now sprung into light and he went forward into a room on the right. It was a sitting-room a drawing-room no doubt it had once been called and unlike most of the house, it was decorated and furnished with the soft elegance of the Edwardian era. This was my grandmothers favourite room, he remarked as he went to the windows to draw the pale rose curtains. I asked that it should be left as it was when the rest of the house was redecorated. Its ... Ann looked round and altered the beginning of her sentence. It could be lovely. They looked at each other for a moment and then he moved over to the fireplace, bending to a switch. Ann sat down abruptly. Those memories of hers from their two other meetings had not prepared her for this encounter when she was no longer ill. She hadnt realized that he was so good-looking, with fine light grey eyes and a handsome profile. She wasnt prepared for his masculinity, for the vitality which emanated from him as he began to stroll round the room.

No wonder Mrs. Woods, having by some diabolical instinct guessed how attracted she had been to her benefactor, had shown a certain amount of malicious amusement. This was a man who would obviously have a wide choice when he contemplated marriage. He looked angry and impatient. Perhaps it was because of the neglected appearance of this room. She forced herself to ask, You wanted to see... She could not bring herself to say my mother, so she did not finish the sentence. I came to see the children, he told her abruptly, but I suppose they are in bed. I expect they are. Miss Pollard is with them. Surely that must be true, since Averil had run ahead of Burrows and herself. Oh, is she? His frown deepened and another layer of ice was added to his voice. Ann sat very still. The pain in her shoulder was growing worse, and her head was swimming with faintness. He went on almost accusingly, where is everybody? Surely you havent been left on your own you, a sick woman! She raised her head protestingly. Im not a sick woman, Mr. Sherrarde. At least, not physically, and the doctors say that here, among people I know, my memory will soon return. But she didnt know them, she thought forlornly. They were strangers, and if Mrs. Woods was anything to go by, not particularly friendly. And the source from which she had expected kindness...

Perhaps because there was a line of pain between those big, lavendergrey eyes, perhaps because her expression was so forlorn, the mans voice softened slightly. Despite your protestations, Miss Woods, you dont look at all well. I suppose you were lonely, and thats why... He stopped, staring at her questioningly, but Anns eyes were averted. She hoped she wasnt going to be silly enough to faint. When there was no answer to his half-veiled accusation, he went on, his voice hardening, Where are your mother and sister? Ann had decided today before she left hospital that there was a limit of deception beyond which she was not prepared to go. She said in a tired voice, I cant remember anything about my family, Mr. Sherrarde. Mrs. Woods seems like a stranger to me, and I havent seen Beverley. I think she is in her own room with the housekeeper in attendance, as she hasnt been well all day. Mrs. Woods had a long-standing dinner engagement. He was watching her intently as she spoke in a flat, almost uninterested voice about the women who were her nearest relatives. Could there have been a mistake? Was she really as alien to these people as she appeared to be? A gleam of light came into his eyes and went almost at once. Whatever this girl had forgotten, it was certain that neither Mrs. Woods nor Beverley Derhart had lost their memories. He spoke again, dryly. I understand from my aunt that youre going to take charge of the children and also to give your sister such care as she requires. Obviously thats too much for anyone to do. Looking after the

children is a full-time job. Ive been insisting that Miss Pollard must go as she is inefficient, but she certainly cant leave until you are fully recovered. Otherwise the children must come back to my aunts care, which is what I would prefer. He was the childrens trustee and Ann could understand his reason for wanting the children under more reliable care than they seemed to be getting at Fountains. But there was that in his voice which stung her to protest. You would take the children completely away from their mother? she asked with raised brows. Even though she cant have them with her very much, you surely wouldnt be so cruel as to deprive her of them altogether? He looked uncomfortable. They could come down each day to see her. Ann brought the conversation back to herself. Im very strong, really. One has to be, to be accepted as a nurse, and the training toughens one. I shall be able to cope quite successfully with the children and help Beverley when she needs me. He continued to prowl restively round the room. Youre not to live a life of slavery. You must have free time, and some social life. Of course, Ann replied, though she guessed that Mrs. Woods might take a different view. Nurse Elliott is going to cycle over on her free afternoons. She thought she saw a softening in his expression and she decided that she must broach the subject which was now looming over her like an

ugly shadow. She must refer to her debt to him, and acknowledge her obligations. Mr. Sherrarde, Mrs. Woods reminded me today of the fact that His brows slanted up over his cool eyes. Ann gulped and forced herself to go on. I mean the bills for my room ... for the consultants ... which I understand you have met ... I intend to repay you as soon as Im able. She concluded the last sentence in a little rush. Not that she wanted to do so, but once she had started on the subject, she had to finish it. It had been a mistake to refer to it at all. She read that in his expression and guessed that he had never dreamed of making himself responsible for her bills. Naturally not, when her own family was here on the spot. Ann hoped that never again in her life would she feel humiliation as deep as this. Had Mrs. Woods foreseen her schoolgirlish gesture and so warned her not to refer to the subject? She shrank a little more into herself at the thought of that smart womans cruel laughter. She got up and went to the door. Ill find out if the children are in bed, Mr. Sherrarde. He seemed to shake himself out of his own discomfort. No, its too late. You have seen them? Do you remember them? No. The girl shook her pretty dark head. I don't remember them and they dont appear to remember me. They have never seen me in uniform. No!

Let the truth be revealed as soon as possible, Ann thought miserably. That she was an impostor ... a silly impostor who... And now she felt she could bear no more. Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Sherrarde? Im sorry theres no one at home. No, Ill be off now. I think you will be wise to have an early night. Only when he had gone did Ann remember that she had offered him no word of thanks for taking her to hospital, for visiting her there and arousing her from the twilight of despair. Childishly she wished that he had never found her that he had allowed her to go wandering on until she was run down by some careless motorist, or until she had blundered into the river. Or that he had left her in that dim grey twilight to drift away into oblivion...

CHAPTER FIVE EVEN though she had wished she were dead on the previous night, when Ann woke next morning in her dark little room, to find that the pale spring sunshine was creeping in, shethought that perhaps after all, it was still good to be alive. She stretched her slim arms above her head, yawned and wondered whether she was imagining that someone was at the door. No, there it was again a sort of bump. She called Come in, and reached for a fluffy white bedjacket to pull around her shoulders. Two angelic-looking faces appeared round the crack. We wondered if wed been dreaming last night, Guy whispered. Emma said we couldnt dream the same things, but we often do. Silly, we dont, pronounced Emma, no less lordly this morning than she had been last night. I tell you my dream and then you say youve dreamed the same, but you never tell me first. I dont remember at first, Guy explained apologetically. As they were speaking, they appeared completely round the door, clad in their pyjamas, no dressing-gowns, and no slippers on their bare feet. Goodness, youll be frozen! expostulated Ann. Hop into bed, quickly. Its been freezing outside. You can see some white on the lawns and on the trees, Emma shouted, as she moved the curtains and stared out of the window.

Guy was only too willing to accept Anns invitation. He snuggled up to her and sighed blissfully as she rubbed his cold toes. Your feet are like ice, she scolded. Guy evidently set little store by the scolding. I like you, Nurse Auntie Anne, he announced. You smell nice and youre warm. Ann began to laugh, but Emma wasnt going to allow the remark to pass without pungent comments Shed be as cold as you are if she walked round the house without her slippers and only in her nightgown. And I told you, Guy, you cant call her Nurse and Auntie at the same time. Shes not both. Then shes Auntie Anne, Guy declared. Shes too pretty to be just Nurse. You are rather pretty. Emma, having pulled back the curtain so that considerably more of the pale sunshine flooded the room, now approached the bed and examined Anns face earnestly. Yes, you are rather pretty, she conceded again. But you look like a nurse when youre wearing uniform. Even though you didnt have a cap on. Why didnt you have a cap on? I dont know, Ann said weakly. And when Emmas big, china blue eyes continued to survey her incredulously, she went on, Oh, I suppose because I hadnt the energy to make one up. Make one up! repeated her interrogator.

Ann nodded. Yes, theyre bands of linen, very stiff, and you have to pin them... Oh, will you show me? I shall only show you if you come into bed and get warm. Come in, Emma. Its lovely and warm, and Nurse Auntie Anne is so soft and cuddly ... Like my big panda, Guy added for generous measure. Emma wasnt to be won so easily. It isnt Nurse and Auntie and Ive told you and told you, Guy! And then to Ann, Could I put your dressing-gown round me and sit under the eiderdown at the bottom of the bed? Yes, anything to get you warm. Youre shivering. Well, perhaps I am the tiniest bit cold, the little girl admitted, and climbed on to the foot of the bed, while Ann reached forward and tucked the dressing-gown around the plump little figure. When she had unpacked on the previous evening, Ann had laid the starched band and her box of pins on the dressing-chest, which in this small room she could easily reach by putting out her hand. The two children watched her intently as she pinned the cap into its attractive butterfly shape and then perched it on the top of her head. Now, you see, she said. It makes you look pretty, said Guy, with precocious masculine appreciation of a nurses uniform.

You are a nurse or you wouldnt know how to do it as quickly as that, Emma admitted. When are you beginning to look after us instead of Miss Pollard? Ive no idea, Ann said dryly. Now its my turn for questions. Have you any pets? A puppy, or a kitten, or a tortoise or rabbits? They both fixed her with large, serious blue eyes. Emma as usual took it upon herself to explain. No one likes animals. When we stayed with Auntie Mary shes too old to be a real auntie, but thats what we were told to call her when we stayed with her, she said it wasnt hi hi hydrogen, I think. It means they have germs, and those are little creatures which bite you, Miss Pollard says... Uncle Iain is a germ chaser, Guy put in sleepily from his warm nest under the bedclothes. He says Nana I mean Nana Woods doesnt like animals, interrupted Emma, determined as always to pursue the matter to a final conclusion. She says its enough trouble looking after all the human beings at Fountains, without having any animals. Ann resolved that as soon as she was in charge of the children, she would get permission for them to have a kitten or a puppy, or even both. She turned to Guy. You were telling me something that your Uncle Iain had said, she queried softly.

Ive forgotten now, came the sleepy voice. Miss Pollard says that Uncle Iain is a heart-throb. What is a heartthrob? From the foot of the bed, Emma looked at Ann enquiringly. Something that Miss Pollard is perhaps more competent to speak about than I am, returned Ann dryly, reflecting that the governess must be a complete idiot to talk so freely before young children as she apparently did. She must know that they would repeat at some time or other whatever they heard her say. She could imagine Iain Sherrardes look of icy disdain if the remark had come to his ears. Some of Miss Pollards indiscretions must have done so, for him to have spoken of getting rid of her. That cold feeling of embarrassment which came to Ann every time she thought of him now lightened a little when she remembered that for her sake, so that she should not be overburdened, he had said last night that Miss Pollard must stay on. Guy now threw off his sleepiness and sat up. Heart-throb, heart-throb, what does it mean? he shouted excitedly. I certainly dont answer questions addressed to me in that tone of voice, Ann returned quietly. You are funny, Emma remarked reflectively from the foot of the bed. You speak quietly when we shout. You dont scream at us like Miss Pollard does.

I should hope not, remarked Ann cheerfully. Hush, Guy. Was that someone knocking at the door? It was and she called Come in, while the children, at a signal to each other, vanished out of sight under the bedclothes. Averil Pollard, in her dressing-gown, stood in the doorway, a worried expression on her face. I thought I heard... she began uncertainly. Miss Woods, have you seen the children? They arent in their beds and they are so fond of running away. If Mr. Sherrarde oh, there you are, you little wretches! Come back to bed at once. I shall lock the door of the nursery, thats what I shall do. Youll see. Without any by your leave to Ann, she advanced into the room, flung up the eiderdown under which Emma had slid, and seizing her by the arm, pulled her roughly on to the floor. Careful, Ann said warningly. Emma set up an angry wail, and Guy leapt to life, flung the bedclothes away, scrambled across Ann's prone figure and began to punch the governess as, with a red face, she pulled Emma to her feet and tried to shake her into silence. For a second or so Ann looked on in silent consternation. Then she leaned forward and dragged Guy back to the pillow end of the bed. Sit there and behave yourself, Guy, she commanded. Emma, please come here at once, and both of you stop shouting this moment.

She had not addressed Miss Pollard, whose hands were still on the little girls shoulders and who was shouting as loudly as the children. But her clear, commanding voice had an effect on all of them, for there was a sudden silence. Youll waken everybody in the house with all that noise, and its still quite early, she went on pleasantly. Miss Pollard, I suggest you go back to bed, and Ill bring these two along to the nursery when Im ready to get dressed. Averil Pollard stood back, her face sulky. I want to get them ready for an early breakfast. Theyd no business to come creeping down here. Theyre not allowed to wander about in this part of the house, and they know it. I dont think they should be encouraged in their disobedience. This was flinging the gauntlet down with a vengeance. Both children looked at Ann with lively interest. Her face remained calm. I agree with you, Miss Pollard. Ill bring them to the nursery in a little while. I can take them myself, Averil snapped. Ann looked significantly at the pair, who with the acute perception of children had already realized that this new aunt of theirs was going to be victor in the encounter. Being opportunists, they had decided that they had better make the most of their remaining seconds of freedom, so they were scuffling together at the head of the bed. It would be a pity to disturb Mrs. Woods more than she may have been disturbed already, she remarked.

Averil took the hint. All right, Ill go, but I expect them back in the nursery straight away. Frankly, I dont like my arrangements upset. She went out of the room, a glowering expression upon her face. When she had closed the door, Ann separated the children, retrieved her dressing-gown and slippers, and then began to fold her top blankets. These she wrapped round the two little figures, told them they were all playing at being Indians and that they must creep very silently back to their nursery without making a sound or the palefaces would hear them. This was an exceedingly popular suggestion and they arrived back in the night nursery with the minimum of fuss or noise. They were reluctant to relinquish her cream-colored blankets, until she pointed out that those on their own beds were much prettier, pale pink and pale blue with handsome satin bindings. Then she made her escape, leaving "Miss Pollard to deal with the ensuing massacre of palefaces in the shape of a panda, a teddy bear and two of Emmas dolls. Having deposited the children in the nursery, Ann dressed and went downstairs to find no sign of breakfast in the dining-room. She ventured through a baize door and came to the kitchen where she found several people sitting round the table, having a meal. A spare, elderly woman with straggling grey hair and brown eyes got up from her place and came over to the girl who was standing in the doorway. I dont want to disturb you, Ann said Im ... Ann Wood. Im up rather early and I foolishly didnt find out last night what time breakfast is.

Oh, so youre Miss Woods, are you? the other replied in no friendly fashion. Im Mrs. Marchdale. She was speaking in an undertone, obviously with the idea of preventing the others in the kitchen from hearing what she said. Im the housekeeper and I looked after ... the real Anne when she was a baby, just as I looked after poor Miss Beverley ... and still do... Her brown eyes challenged Ann and her voice was fiercely possessive, as if she dared this, or any other nurse to come between her darling and herself. Oh, good morning, Mrs. Marchdale, Ann said, rather taken aback by the hostility. Youll have to call me March, the woman replied grimly. That is if were to go on with this play-acting, and the mistress says we are to, though Miss Beverley thinks its ridiculous and so do I. Ann disliked the hectoring voice even though it was low and guarded. She said again, I dont want to interrupt your breakfast. Madam has a tray in her room, Miss Beverley never has any breakfast and I dont start cooking for the dining-room till half-past eight. What about the children? All rules here apply to the children as well as to everybody else, was the tart reply. Do you want bacon and egg this morning? No, I have only tea and toast. Then it will be in the dining-room for you at half-past eight.

It was, and Ann sat there alone. The only real life she had seen in the house, she reflected, centred round the kitchen and the nursery. Mrs. Woods seemed a shadowy figure, and Beverley, her supposed sister, the girl who had become overnight a widow and an invalid, was more shadowy still. However, later in the morning, after Mrs. Woods had administered a rebuke about the children being in Anns bedroom, and giving her no time at all to make either excuses or apologies, she went on more pleasantly: As soon as Ive had a talk with March, Im going to see how Beverley is this morning: You must come with me, for I want you to meet as soon as possible and I hope she will take to you. She needs to have someone young with her someone young and sensible, I mean. Someone who will talk to her for her own good. Ann did not relish the role that Mrs. Woods seemed to be allotting to her. She was assuming that Ann could carry far more responsibility than at the moment she felt capable of doing. Of course she would do her best. She felt terribly sorry for that girl, now an invalid, who probably spent far too much time brooding about the husband she had lost so tragically. Lunch-time came, and Ann had not been summoned to meet the invalid. Miss Pollard brought the children down, but when Mrs. Woods came into the dining-room, she gave no explanation.

There was a tricky moment when, sitting at the head of the table, she said brightly to Emma, Dont you think Auntie Anne looks nice in her uniform? Emma gave her grandmother a considering stare. Shes prettier than Auntie Anne our real Auntie Anne, she remarked. Miss Pollard looked up quickly from her task of helping Guy to cut his meat. Her eyes were on Ann so that she did not notice Mrs. Woods disconcerted expression. The woman recovered herself quickly, noting Miss Pollards interest. A pity that Emma was so sharp! She said with a laugh, Well, thats a compliment to you, Anne. All those beauty treatments youve been having seem to have achieved a marvellous result if your nieces opinion is anything to go by. Mrs. Woods now seemed anxious to get the meal over as quickly as possible, and see the last of the children, but when they were going out of the dining-room, she called Ann back. Her face was rather worried as she said in an undertone, Beverley seems to be better ... at least, she says she is. She has invited some people for cocktails ... later on today, so I think then would be the best time for you to meet her. Shes always in a good mood when she has a crowd of people around her. She loves parties ... always did... Anns face was sympathetic. It was dreadful for a girl who had been so much the centre of life as Beverley Derhart must have been suddenly to be forced to lead the life of a semi-invalid. All the same...

Is she allowed to have cocktail parties? I mean, is she strong enough? she queried in a puzzled voice. Mrs. Woods shrugged. When youve met Beverley, youll realize that the word allowed doesnt enter into her vocabulary. She does what she likes, and then pays for it afterwards. Thats why I wanted Anne, my daughter Anne, I mean, down here. I thought that with her professional training she might make Beverley see sense. I hope to goodness that youll be able to do something. Anns lavender .eyes widened between their thick fringe of dark lashes. It was a habit of hers when she was doubtful or worried. Is that likely? I mean she knows that Im not really Anne Woods. Mrs. Woods nodded. Yes, of course she knows and she is quite against your coming here, though that is largely because youre a nurse. To be frank with you, she didnt want her sister to come either. But Im hoping that she will eventually realize that it would be wise to have you here. While they talked, Mrs. Woods had been leading the way out of the dining-room, and now she began to go up the wide stairway. Then she turned back. Dont wear your uniform this afternoon. It might cause some comment. Youve a little navy jersey suit with you, I remember. Wear that. Oh, I see youre wondering how I know what there is in your wardrobe. Your two suitcases were in the train. I searched through them to see if there were any clues to your identity before they were sent on to the hospital. There was nothing except a few name tags ... Ann Wood.

Yes, I know, replied Ann, her eyes once again very wide. Will it be all right if I go for a walk? she asked now, feeling that she couldnt stay in the house a minute longer. The time that she had sat around this morning had seemed like a weary year. I think that perhaps I shouldnt be with the children while Miss Pollard is still here. That is... A thought struck her, but before she could frame it into words, Mrs. Woods came down the stairs again and walked back into the diningroom, indicating that Ann should follow her. She closed the door and leaned back against it. I shall be glad when that girl has gone, she said, with a frown. She was far too interested in Emmas reactions about you. Odd that the little monkey hasnt accepted you. I didnt think children had long memories. They usually havent, Ann replied. At least, not at Emma and Guys age. When youve been here a few days, theyll accept you, Mrs. Woods said, with bright confidence. Perhaps, as you suggest, it will be best not to see much of them until after that Pollard girl has gone. I wish Id packed her off without any notice. I dont think she wants to go, Ann murmured unhappily. It was odd that something which had been in the forefront of her mind all the morning should be so difficult to mention. Why on earth when she had first seen Mrs. Woods this morning had she not just remarked casually: Mr. Sherrarde called last night after you had gone out. He stayed only a few minutes.

It ought to have been as easy as that, but it just wasnt. If she had already given that information it would be quite natural to go on to say now that Mr. Sherrarde had spoken last night of Miss Pollards staying on. Mrs. Woods next grim remark didnt make it any easier. Well, shes certainly going. And dont think that its anything to do with your coming here. Shes an inefficient slut. She allowed the children to run away and they were found on the main road by She stopped there in order to compose her expression, remembering that she was endeavoring to hide from this girl as long as possible the antagonism which existed between herself and all who resided at Daintys End. Well, a cousin of Mr. Sherrardes. The one I mentioned who is likely to ... er ... marry Iain saw them as she came along in her car and took them to Daintys End. You can imagine what I felt like ... when I was rung up and told that. This gave Ann a further opportunity of speaking about last night. But even then she didnt seize upon it. She said ' vaguely, They are very lively children. They take a great deal of watching, Im sure. They certainly do, returned Mrs. Woods in a heartfelt voice. As soon as the Pollard girl has gone, Ill appoint a nursery maid to help you. Mrs. Woods, there

Theres someone outside. Oh, its you, March, as the door opened and the housekeeper appeared. No, its no good looking at me like that. You know how headstrong Beverley is. All right, er Ann. Go off for your walk, but be back in time to change and be ready for the party at half-past five. No, March, its no good trying to get me into a long discussion about it. I want to go up and have a rest. Those children disturbed me far too early this morning. When she was up in her own room again, the girl went over to the window. The sun hadnt kept its early promise and the day was rather grey, but she felt that she would go mad if she stayed aimlessly within four walls for much longer. She changed her shoes, put on her coat and picked up a scarf. It looked as if there might be rain, but she didnt mind that. She crossed the garden, following the path that she had taken on the previous night. This time the woodland path, though gloomy, was sufficiently light for her to see the end of it. As she walked along, she realized that the trees formed a small copse, and that beyond it the path led to a gate in a high stone wall. Beyond lay the main road... The trees seemed to separate the gardens of Fountains from those of another house, and as she emerged from the copse, Ann caught a glimpse of that house, grey stone, with white painted woodwork and many well-planted flower-beds stretching in front of it. That must be Daintys End from which Iain Sherrarde had walked last night. But why then had he come by way of the main drive of Fountains? This was a shorter and far more pleasant way than by the

main road. She pondered uneasily, for she could not help feeling that Mr. Sherrarde might have started to come this way, and then in the gloom of the copse, coming upon two figures obviously very interested in each other, he had turned back to the gate and continued his journey by the road. On his arrival at the house, he had met her coming in the other direction ... accompanied by Burrows. He might have come to the conclusion that she had been Burrows companion earlier on, and the thought angered her beyond endurance. Surely he hadnt assumed that the very first day she had arrived in the house she had begun a flirtation with the handyman! And yet he had been so stiff, so coldly contemptuous. Till now, she hadnt been able to understand why. But now ... And its the sort of misunderstanding that can never be put right, she decided miserably. He had accused her of nothing, so there was no chance of justifying herself. Only events in the future could do that. The thought gave her little comfort as she came out on to the main road and began to walk along the path close to the stone wall which enclosed the two houses and their gardens. The high stone wall continued, and she walked along it for a minute or two more, but whatever savor there had been in her first tour of exploration had gone now. She felt tired and depressed, but reminded herself, as she started back to Fountains, that she might not be quite so strong yet as she had believed she was.

Just before half-past five, she took a last look at herself in the mirror and then went downstairs. This blue suit was smart and even sophisticated more expensive than she would have thought a nurse could afford. Its label was that of a small but quite exclusive fashion house, but that thick wall in her mind stopped any surmise as to when and why she had bought it... She waited in the hall, and Mrs. Woods joined her after a few minutes, saying brightly, Come along now, to Beverleys suite. I see some of her friends have already arrived. When she had been in the garden earlier in the afternoon, Ann had noticed that there was a second drive in the grounds of Fountains, and this led to the south wing of the house with a door and a glassed-in porch and terrace. She had guessed that that was the wing in which Beverley Derhart had her own rooms. Mrs. Woods, with Ann following, went through a door leading from the main hall, along a corridor at the back of the house, and so into a smaller hall. At the opposite end was an outer door through which a group of young men and women were just entering. Most of the people here today will be from the Institute, Mrs. Woods remarked. It isnt very far along the main road, beyond Daintys End. If you walked in that direction this afternoon, I expect you saw it a redbrick building with some recent extensions. Ann shook her head. I went only a little way past a gate and then a drive, which I suppose led to Daintys End. You said that was where Mr.

Sherrarde lived. And that girl with the auburn hair! she added to herself. Hes got a flat in the Institute as well, Mrs. Woods told her. I wish Beverley wouldnt have so many of the Institute people here. They... What Mrs. Woods next remark was to have been, Ann never found out, for she suddenly shut her lips tightly together as if she was afraid of saying too much. They had moved through the hall now, and following the crowd, into a big room which was so full of people that you could scarcely see the furniture. The crowd was thickest near one of the big windows, and as a little group of people moved away, Ann saw that they had been congregating round a rose-colored settee. She could just glimpse the head of its occupant a deeper-than-primrose-colored head. Theres Beverley, Mrs. Woods remarked rather grimly. Thank goodness she has had the sense to remain on her back. Though what she will be like after all this excitement, I dont know. Ann was conscious of a mounting excitement within herself, as she followed her companion through the crowd, Mrs. Woods elbowing her way relentlessly towards her daughter. Finally she reached the settee with Ann a step or two behind her. Hullo, Mummy. Another new hat! There was an amused inflection in the attractive drawl. Has anyone found you a drink?

No, Ive only just come in, Beverley, Mrs. Woods replied. And then with a kind of elaborate carelessness. Have you seen whos here? To the girl behind her, it seemed that there was a queer intonation in the older voice a kind of warning. Or was it an appeal? Beverley Derhart gave a curious little laugh. My ... er ... sister, she drawled. Sister Anne, where are you, my sweet? What a long time its been! Someone moved, so that Ann could draw level with Mrs. Woods, and she looked at last at thelovely girl lying high on the piled-up pillows. For she was lovely ... almost heartbreakingly so with her flower-like face, her large blue eyes and her wonderful hair, redder than primrose, but not quite red-gold. How could any man and just now in Anns vocabulary that meant Iain Sherrarde fail to be attracted by her? No wonder that when Mrs. Woods had spoken about the gossip on the subject of his marriage to Doctor Maureen Lyntrope, she had laughed and mentioned another possibility... It was only when she had pushed back her own fears that Ann began to sort out her other impressions of Beverley Derhart. How very much like her the children were, and particularly Emma! And a closer look at the lovely face revealed the fragility, the shadows, and the slightly pinched nostrils all rather disquieting to a nurses experienced eye. This girl, reflected Ann in a troubled manner, ought not to be the centre of a noisy gathering, with the radiogram blaring at one end of the room,

the atmosphere of the over-heated room stuffy and smoky and with people milling around her. Beverleys voice, half impatient, half amused, jolted her. Stop looking at me like a nurse, Sister Anne, she entreated. Ann said rather breathlessly, Sorry was I? I suppose its a habit. A habit youll have to lose pretty quickly, came the reply, and now behind Beverley Derharts attractive drawl there was something cold and sharp. That is, if youre going to stay here. I like doctors and nurses very much no one better but only when theyre off duty. You agree, dont you, Lee darling? She turned slightly to look at the man nearest to her and Anns glance followed hers. He was an almost colorless young man, slight in build with very light hair and a pale, clever face. A second glance revealed that he wasnt young at all or at least that he was very much older than most of the other guests. I always agree with whatever you say, as you well know, my lovely Beverley, he assured her. Ann looked at him again. He sounded as if he had been drinking and had reached a stage of absurd solemnity, but surely the party had only just begun. Anne is my sister, Beverley went on with a mocking glance in the other girls direction. Not much alike, are we?

At the risk of seeming ungallant to Miss Woods, I still have to say that there couldnt possibly be anyone like you, my most uniquely beautiful Beverley, the man replied, still with a kind of owlish solemnity. Anne is a nurse. Ive told you about her before, havent I? I dont suppose she approves of doctors who drink as much as you do, Lee. Lee turned his pale face and solemn eyes in Anns direction. I dont know that Im very worried about anybodys approval or disapproval, he announced coolly. Ann, pushing aside her feeling of discomfort, decided it was about time she said something. How are you, Beverley? she enquired. Quite uninterested in my own health, came the reply. What about yours? Youve been having a bad time, havent you, getting yourself knocked on the head by a runaway train or something. And being rescued by H.E., put in a girl on the other side of the settee, with a giggle. Werent you thrilled? I should have been. Ann was saved from making a reply by Mrs. Woods interposing smoothly, Anne has made a remarkable recovery, thanks to the kindness of Mr. Sherrarde and the wonderful attention she received in the hospital at Sunbury. And shell be going back to her own hospital pretty soon, I expect, Beverley remarked, with a malicious sparkle in her blue eyes. Shell be

bored stiff down here with no one to nurse. Besides, what about that wealthy patient youre looking for, to marry, Anne? No, dont blush. You know thats what you always said you were going to do. Many nurses marry doctors, but not you, youve always said. You were going to be sensible and Evidently Mrs. Woods thought it was time she intervened again. Anne cant go back to hospital. What about the children? Dont forget that Miss Pollard is leaving at the end of the month. Beverley yawned. So she is. I forgot about that. Have you met the children? Once again she addressed Ann directly. Little devils, arent they? Mrs. Woods interposed smoothly, Of course she has renewed acquaintance with her niece and nephew. Its nearly a year since she saw them and naturally they didnt remember her very well. But they were crawling all over her bed this morning and having a fine time, believe me. Mrs. Derhart continued to be maliciously amused by her mothers manoeuvres. What about you, Anne? Did you remember them? she queried with a sly smile. Ann said quietly, Im afraid not. I cant remember anything further back than the night of the accident. The blue eyes opened very wide indeed. Cant you really? How funny! You arent just pretending?

The man called Lee gave a short, sharp laugh. Loss of memory isnt a joke, Beverley, my sweet. Sometimes its a very great blessing, though. And he gave Mrs. Woods, and Ann a sidelong glance before turning to pick up a cigarette from a box on the table. Mrs. Woods returned him a glance of dislike. Beverley darling, you arent going to overtire yourself, are you? All these people all that noise! The lovely face amongst the pillows was suddenly distorted with temper. Oh, for heavens sake, Mummy, stop acting as if I were half dead! Im doing nothing, just lying here like a log. The crowds and the noise are just a pale reflection of living just a faint reminder that once I was a real person in the world and not just a shadow. Lee bent over her. There, darling, he soothed, dont get all het up. No one as lovely as you could ever be a shadow. She relaxed and began to smile. Ann saw Mrs. Woods lips tighten. It was obvious that she did not like this man. Another group of people had edged forward and Ann found herself pushed back. She did not make any effort to keep her place, but turned away, and found a spot by another window. She felt dismayed at the task Mrs. Woods had assigned to her, though she felt sorry for the lovely girl with the shadow of illness across her face and frustration in her big blue eyes. Here you are, Ann. Ive brought you a drink. A glass was thrust into Anns hand and she turned in a bewildered manner to a pleasantfeatured young man with very dark hair.

I I You dont think you know me, he grinned. No, but I know you. Anns heart seemed to stop beating. This was it. Someone from her past... Megan has talked about you so often, he continued easily. You remember Megan? Nurse Elliott? Shes a friend of mine, rather more than a friend actually. Anns face cleared. Oh, you must be Doctor Whitely. He looked down at her with glinting eyes. Yes, Frank Whitely. I recognized you from Megans description. Feeling all right now? Wonderful, she agreed. Thanks to Megans nursing. Shell be thrilled to have that testimonial, he commented. Honestly, though, is the old frontal lobe back to normal? Ann shook her head thoughtfully. No, not that, Im afraid. I still cant remember any further back than, the train accident. He smiled sympathetically. Too bad! But everything will probably come back all in a rush, and then maybe youll wish it hadnt. A cold little shiver ran through Ann. It seemed that, like Mrs. Woods, he guessed that there was something in her past from which she was running away. Im surprised to see you, here, actually, Doctor Whitely continued. Most of us the people here this afternoon are mainly from the Institute, you know are here for free drinks and a change from

Institutional surroundings, but you ... well, youre intimately concerned. You surely arent prepared to stand by and see that girl commit suicide! After all, she is your sister, and you are a nurse. Anns face was very grave. Youre very blunt, Doctor Whitely. He put his hand to his smooth dark head. I know I look like a Welshman, and indeed I am half Welsh. But the other half is Yorkshire and that half makes me put my big feet where they shouldnt go. Sorry. Please forget it. She shook her head. Dont apologize. But you see... She stopped, suddenly realizing that her voice, which was raised slightly so that he should hear her over the noise of the radiogram and other conversations, was now the only sound in the room. She stared about her in surprise and saw that most people had stopped talking and were looking either openly or covertly in her direction. And then she heard Doctor Whitely say with a kind of false heartiness: Why, sir, I that is we thought you were in London. The rejoinder was rather dry. There must be a most attenuated staff on duty at the Institute, Doctor Whitely. Yes, sir, returned the young man, rather in the manner of a third-form boy being rebuked by his headmaster. By the time Ann remembered him again, he had vanished. For now she caught sight of Iain Sherrarde, who was obviously in a dark rage. Miss Woods, he almost barked, and then it seemed that he too became conscious of the interest and the silence around them.

Id better speak to you privately, he murmured, and his eyes blistered her with contempt. Anns expression was distressed. She realized that he was condemning her again, this time for being at Beverleys party, giving her consent by her presence to something which should never have happened. He didnt know that she had met Beverley for the first time only a few minutes ago and had no influence at all with her. People around them had begun to chat again, but in quieter voices, and Ann felt rather than actually saw that they were both still under observation. And then Beverleys husky voice drifted across to them. Why, if it isnt H.E. honoring us with his presence. If Id known you were coming, darling, I would have put down the red carpet! Ann had the impulse to slip away. She didnt want to watch their meeting. Yet something even stronger than that impulse made her follow Iain Sherrarde as he walked across to the rose-colored settee. The crowd around Beverley melted as if it had not done when her mother approached her, and the only person who did not fall back was the pale, fair man called Lee. Beverley lay back amid her cushions, frail and exotic and so lovely that once again Anns heart was twisted with a pain that was almost physical. Iain Sherrardes voice was soft when he spoke his tone very different from the one in which he had addressed her. He said, Beverley, what are you doing in the middle of all this rabble? Will you never grow up? You take more looking after than Emma!

That child has the brains of the family, Beverley returned, smiling up at him. She must take after you, H.E. Now, I never had any sense. Thats all too obvious, he returned grimly, but his eyes were kind, kind that is when they were upon the lovely frail girl among the rose-pink cushions. But they became as bleak as his voice when they were turned upon Lee. Im surprised to see you here encouraging Mrs. Derhart to be so foolish, Mr. Leedon, he remarked cuttingly. The other man had been leaning over the end of Beverleys settee. Now he straightened, up with deliberation and confronted the speaker, his face all at once expressionless. Good afternoon, Mr. Sherrarde, he said evenly. And in what way am I encouraging Mrs. Derhart? Sherrarde shrugged. By being here at all, he answered. Youre in the same position, Lee pointed out. Again their eyes met, and it seemed to Ann, watching anxiously, as if they crossed swords. Beverley interrupted them gaily. Actually both of you are gate-crashers. I sent invitations to all juniors who had time off. And a quite remarkable number of them seem to have it off, Sherrarde said now as he looked around. Oh, thats all right. A few of them have already left, Beverley told him airily. I made it clear to them beforehand that you wouldnt be coming youre such a bear that Id never dream of inviting you to my parties

 and then you were supposed to be in London, so that made them doubly safe to cut whatever they were supposed to be doing. And what about their patients? "Only too thankful to be left in peace for an hour or two, Im sure, she countered, and then, Oh, H.E., take that horrid look off your face, your so-handsome face, and have a drink. Come on lets drink to each other. Her big blue eyes roved around and then she leaned forward to pick up a glass from a tray which someone had set down on a nearby table. Sherrardes face darkened. Beverley, put that glass down. Its bad enough for you to be in this atmosphere of noise and smoke without adding any more damn-fool nonsense to your doings. His hand came down to take the glass, but with a swift movement she evaded him, held it high, and then before he could stop her, drank deeply. So much for you, you interfering busybody! she shrilled in a shrewish voice, and flung theglass towards him. It dropped with a dull thud on the carpet at his feet. There was the silence of dire consternation, and then Leedon jumped forward as the girl collapsed into hysterical laughter. Why couldnt you leave her alone? he blazed. You do it every time goading her into excesses that shed never dream of if it werent for your grandmotherly attitudes.

Mrs. Woods had appeared from somewhere and was patting her daughters shoulder. Its true enough, she agreed angrily. Why cant you leave her alone? She wasnt drinking at all, but now... Anns own impulse was to move away, but she remembered that Mrs. Woods had asked her to come to Fountains in order to help Beverley. Besides, she was a nurse, and she couldnt turn her back on trouble. I think it would be as well to get the room cleared, she said crisply. Now... Both men gave her quick, hard stares. Then Leedon heaved a quick sigh of relief. Youre a nurse? But of course you are. I had forgotten ... Youre Sister Anne... Iain Sherrarde said nothing ... nothing at all.

CHAPTER SIX IT was a couple of hours later that Ann walked out of Beverley Derharts apartment. The girl was quiet now, and under a sedative she would sleep till morning. Mrs. Woods was still with her, and the housekeeper Marchdale would take over later on. As she approached her room, she was conscious of a girls figure leaning against her door. Oh, youve come at last. I thought you never would, Averil Pollard said with a sob. Oh, Miss Woods, theyve run away again. Shes got them and she wouldnt hand them over to me. I honestly believe that she waits about in that road, just to pounce on them. She was gulping back her sobs, and Ann thought wearily, not another case of hysteria. I really cant bear it. But she didnt let Miss Pollard see her weariness. She said quietly, Youd better come into my room and tell me whats wrong. As she spoke, she pushed the girl through the doorway. Stop crying, Miss Pollard, she ordered as she closed the door. I cant make head or tail of what youre saying and I dont know who she is. Though she could guess. Its that Doctor Lyntrope, Averil gulped, tears still streaming down her plump cheeks, confirming Anns suspicions. Youve let the children run away again, and Doctor Lyntrope has taken charge of them. Is that it?

I didnt let them run away not purposely, replied the girl. I was taking them for a walk as usual, and they just ran on ahead of me. I cant run as fast as they can... Ann looked disbelieving, until having surveyed the others plumpish figure she decided that Averil was probably telling the truth on that score, especially as regarded the long-legged Emma. I was only a few yards behind them, but by the time I got on to the road they were in the back of Miss Lyntropes car. They love car rides. I came up with them before she drove away, and I explained what had happened, but she refused to let me have them. She said she was taking them to Daintys End just as she had done before. Anns lavender eyes between the dark lashes were very wide and very bright. This seemed very officious behavior on the part of Doctor Maureen Lyntrope. Who was she trying to impress? Surely if an engagement between herself and Mr. Sherrarde was imminent, it wasnt necessary to bring herself to his notice in this absurd fashion. Miss Pollard continued with a shade of triumph, As soon as they realized where she was taking them, the children began to protest. Emma didnt so much, because she was in a contrary mood as I wouldnt let them go to your room to look for you before they went for their walk. Guy tried to scramble out of the car, but Doctor Lyntrope bundled him back and locked the door. Then I tried to get it open and she called me an insolent creature and told me she would report me to Mr. Sherrarde.

Im really sick of it, Miss Woods, she concluded. Who is supposed to be employing me? Thats what Id like to know. Ann had grown hot with anger and indignation. Averil Pollard might be rather sloppy and ineffectual in some ways, but this time surely she had right on her side. Who did Doctor Lyntrope think she was, kidnapping for one could use no other word the children for a second time? Perhaps on the last occasion she had no alternative but to take them to Daintys End, but this time, if Averil were speaking the truth, she had discovered the children before they had got far on the main road. Ann was never quite sure, later, what motives drove her to act as she did now. For she opened her wardrobe door, took out a thin poplin raincoat, put it on, ran a comb through her hair, painted her lips and said crisply, Were going up to Daintys End to get the children. They should have been in bed long since. Burrows must get out the car. The children will be too tired to walk back, and besides, it will too dark to come by the woodland path. As they went into the hall, the telephone shrilled. Its probably Mr. Sherrarde ringing to say the children are at Daintys End. Hell just have had time to get home, I should think. Let it ring. Averil Pollard gaped in wonder. I say, but... Hurry up and find Burrows. Oh, here he is.

She swung round as the chauffeur approached. Miss Woods, he began, but she stopped him. Get the car out, please, Burrows. Miss Pollard and I are driving to Daintys End to fetch the children. His face cleared. Good for you, miss, he said, in his all too familiar manner. Ann ignored his familiarity. She was reserving her attack for those she was to encounter at Daintys End. Hurry, she urged him, and in a very short time she was sitting in the front seat of the big car, with the governess behind. Come in with me, she ordered Averil when Burrows drew up in front of the well-lighted house. Oh, the girl began quaveringly, and then, as if taking a fresh grip on her courage, she continued, Oh, all right. We shant be very long, so please wait, Ann told the chauffeur, coolly ignoring his appreciative grin. As she went up the steps to the front door, her heart was beating rather fast, and she didnt feel nearly so calm as she looked. She rang the bell and the door was opened almost immediately by a maid in uniform. Ive come to collect my niece and nephew, Ann said pleasantly. I think theyre here. Im Miss Wood. Yes, they are here, the girl said in a heartfelt voice.

Ive been trying She seemed to recollect herself. Will you come in, please? What name did you say? Miss Wood, Ann remarked, and thought: It really is that. However else Im a fraud, Im not as regards that name. I didnt even have to think when I said it. It came quite naturally. Oh, yes, miss, Ive heard of you. Youre the nurse, arent you? The girls look was openly curious as she asked them to wait. If its left to her, shell hand them over with complete thankfulness, Averil whispered. Shed had enough of them last time. She told me so and said shed half a mind to hand in her notice. Ann made no comment. She was looking around, noting the shining floor, and well polished furniture, the flowers and the hanging plants. Everything here had the appearance of being well cared for and loved quite a different atmosphere from that of Fountains. For a moment, her resolution wavered. Perhaps Iain Sherrarde was right in believing that the children would be cared for better here than in their mothers home. She remembered the frail, exotic girl of two hours ago, laughing one moment, sobbing with hysteria the next, and finally collapsing into a shivering bundle of humanity whom only the skill of the two doctors who happened to be on hand had saved from a far more serious collapse.

Anns face was very grave. How could that girl in her present state of health take any responsibility for her young family? She had her mother, of course, but Ann found no particular reassurance in that thought. Mrs. Woods wasnt the type of woman to put herself out for anybody, or take much interest in two young children. Will you please come this way, Miss Woods? Mrs. Trederrick will see you now. No, not you, miss. The maid shook her head when Averil Pollard would have followed Ann. Averil looked enquiringly at her companion. Anns firm little chin jutted slightly. Id like Miss Pollard to come in with me, she said pleasantly. She knows exactly what happened this afternoon. Or perhaps Mrs. Trederrick would allow us just to collect the children. Thats all weve come for. Well, really, Miss Woods, Im sure I dont know... The maid looked startled and obviously not sure what line to take. Ann decided to help her. Is Mrs. Trederrick in here? Come along, Miss Pollard. We wont hinder her more than a minute. Decisively, she opened the door out of which the servant had just come and walked into the room. It was large, and very pleasant, with high windows across which beautiful brocaded curtains had been drawn, and with a thick, deep blue Chinese carpet and comfortable chairs. An elderly lady was sitting on the velvet settee. A young woman, very smart, with her auburn hair immaculately arranged, was sitting in the

chair at the opposite side of the marble fireplace, and standing beside her was Iain Sherrarde. They were all looking in the direction of the door and they waited in silence when Ann came in. She made no attempt to advance very far into the room. Im sorry to disturb you in this fashion, Mrs. Trederrick, Ann said quietly, fixing her eyes on the old woman, but Ive come for Emma and Guy. Its already past their bedtime. Mrs. Trederrick looked at her haughtily and then she turned to the man by the fireplace. Iain, who is this young woman? Iain Sherrarde seemed to come out of the trance into which Anns entry into the room had apparently sent him. Im sorry, Aunt Mary. I should have introduced Miss Woods immediately. She is ... er ... the childrens aunt, a qualified nurse, and a very skilful one, as I have good reason to know. Miss Woods, this is my aunt, Mrs. Trederrick. The lady raised her eyebrows. Oh, so you are Miss Woods. Good evening. My nephew has just been telling us about your sisters unfortunate collapse. Quite dreadful! And now the young woman in the chair by the fireplace spoke in a highpitched, rather affected voice. Im sure er Nurse Woods must be very tired after her arduous experiences earlier in the evening. Wouldnt it be best to make it clear to her right away that Emma and Guy are in bed here and asleep?

The falseness, of that remark was evidenced by the sound of the childrens laughter and wild running footsteps as they went chasing and then sliding across the polished oak floor of the hall. Ah, there they are, Miss Pollard, Ann said serenely. Just see to putting their outdoor things on, will you? But Miss er Nurse Woods, Mrs. Trederrick rose in some majesty, we are keeping the children here. Doctor Lyntrope and Mr. Sherrarde and I are very anxious about them. Their mother is ill again, and in no fit state to be worried, and frankly we dont think that that young woman, she nodded in the direction of the door through which Averil had now disappeared, is a competent person to be in charge of them. Why not? Anns voice was deceptively gentle. Doctor Lyntrope stared at her patronizingly. You may well ask why not. Simply because she has no control over them. This afternoon But who would have control of them here? interrupted Ann. Listen... There were shrieks of laughter from the children as they chased up the stairs, and the maids voice could be heard raised in exasperation. Theyre completely out of anybodys control, Doctor Lyntrope stormed. Theyve become absolutely spoilt, with no regular hours for meals and bedtime, and no discipline. Theyre running wild. Ann looked at her with eyes that were wide and bright between her thick black lashes. They are likely to be wild and unsettled, Doctor Lyntrope, when they are subject to such treatment as they have had today. And I understand that its not the first time.

Subject to what treatment, may I ask? the other queried in an icy voice. Ann continued to look at her steadily. Im sorry if I appear blunt, Doctor Lyntrope, but its most unsettling for the children to be snatched away from their governess and be bundled, very unwillingly, I understand, into your car, despite Miss Pollards protests. Iain Sherrarde seemed reluctant to remove his glance from the girls face, as he turned to the woman doctor. Maureen, he questioned, surely I understood you to say that you found the children wandering alone on the main road? So I did, returned the young woman, with heightened color. Ann said nothing and Iain Sherrarde turned back to her. His voice was curiously gentle. You do see, Anne, that Maureen couldnt leave the children on the main road. She had to take them in her car. But they werent alone. They ran away from Miss Pollard. Ann did not know how she was able to speak so coherently, for her heart was beating fast. Anne, he had said, with a strange deep tenderness in his voice. They ran away, she repeated, but Miss Pollard chased after them and came up with them almost as soon as Doctor Lyntrope. She protested very strongly when Doctor Lyntrope insisted on taking them out of her charge. Charge! snapped the other young woman. What sort of charge or control had she over them, letting them run away as she did!

Ann answered steadily, I dont think this is the time or place for a discussion about that. She turned her lovely, appealing eyes on Iain Sherrarde. Mr. Sherrarde, Im making myself responsible for the children. He said frowningly, Youve had enough responsibility for tonight. I told you before I left Fountains to get a meal, and then go to bed immediately. Youre supposed to be convalescing yourself, remember. She made a little gesture. I had to come. Its wrong for the children to be so unsettled. I agree about that, he returned. Maureen, I didnt realize that the girl Miss Pollard was with the children. I thought you had found them completely unattended. Doctor Lyntrope tossed her auburn head. That is the second time youve questioned my account of what happened, Iain. Her blue eyes surveyed Ann in a very hostile manner. I refuse to discuss the matter further. You know my opinion and I think Aunt Mary agrees with me. Indeed I do, darling, the older woman said, and looked at Ann as if she were some disturbing stranger. All the same, Iain Sherrarde came across to Ann, who was standing quite close to the door, I think Anne is right. Until some final arrangements are made, the children should go back. After all, there is no one here who can care for them properly. But Ive told you, Iain, that I can get a really well-trained childrens nurse.

But that isnt tonight, he interrupted her with a smile. Come along, Anne. Those children ought to be in bed by now. Ann turned to say goodnight to the two women, but Mrs. Trederrick merely gave her a cool nod, and Maureen Lyntrope very rudely turned her head away. But their coldness could raise no chill in Anns heart. In radiant gladness she went out of the room with Iain, and wanted nothing more. He had changed. He was once again tender and understanding ... the man who had rescued her and told her in the darkness of her bewilderment to hold on to him. Averil Pollard had the two children in the hall, Guy lolling against her, half asleep, as she pushed his arms into his coat. Emma was demure. Were coming home because youve come for us, Nurse Ann, she announced graciously. Nurse Auntie Ann, Guy interposed in sleepy stubbornness. Nurse Ann, Emma insisted blandly. Uncle Iain, she is Nurse Ann, isnt she? And she turned beautiful enquiring eyes upon Mr. Sherrarde. Doctor Iain, stated Guy triumphantly. Doctor Iain and Auntie Ann. Uncle Iain and Nurse Ann, Emma shouted at the top of her voice. Iain looked resigned. Now were in for a shouting match. Do they ever get tired? Ann nodded, smiling, and whipped Guy up into her arms. Come along, darling. The car is outside.

Here, I say, hes much too heavy for you, Anne. Iain was bending over her to take the boy, his dark face oddly tender. Emma immediately forgot about the shouting match. Carry me, Uncle Iain. Please carry me, she demanded. He settled the boy over his shoulder and then bent down to take the girl on his other arm. Theyre too heavy. Anns heart was in her eyes, though she was completely unaware of it. Iain Sherrarde turned away; the perspiration which broke on his tanned brow had nothing to do with the weight of the two children. Averil Pollard watched them with a slightly cynical air. Shes crazy about him, she reflected. Doesnt she realize that that Lyntrope woman has got her claws into him? Besides, hed never marry

her, considering who she is. All the tribe of Sherrardes and Derharts
would unite in preventing him making the same blunder that his cousin made. At the foot of the terrace outside, Iain deposited the children in the back of the car, while Ann got in beside them, and he tucked rugs round all of them. Half asleep, Guy snuggled up to the girl. Auntie Ann and Uncle Iain, he murmured. Its just as if we were ordinary children with a proper mummy and daddy.

Iain looked quickly at the girl, who had drawn the little form beneath the rug even closer. As her eyes met his, he saw the glitter of a tear on her thick black lashes... The memory of that tear, and of Guys words, were with him when he went back into the house to meet the disapproving storm from his aunt and Maureen. Mrs. Woods sought Ann out in her room on the following morning. She was still in her dressing-gown, but her face was made up and her hair beautifully dressed. Anns eyes went guiltily to her little travelling clock. Through sheer excitement she had not been able to sleep for a long time after she had come to bed, but in the end she had fallen into a deep, untroubled slumber which had lasted till now. Oh,. I didnt realize it was so late, she said apologetically. I how is the patient? Still sleeping and apparently a good deal better, Mrs. Woods said, lighting a cigarette, without either offering Ann one or enquiring whether she objected to smoking in this rather small room. Iain Sherrarde rang up quite early. He is being very sticky about your nursing Beverley. I gather he thinks youre scarcely capable. Ann sat up, the startled color creeping into her pale cheeks. Capable! she echoed.

Oh, I mean because of your having lost your memory. He says you are really an invalid and you should be more in the position of a patient than a nurse. But Im all right physically, Ann insisted, rather anxiously. He is insisting that Miss Pollard stays on to look after the children, Mrs. Woods continued. Ann wondered whether she was imagining the warning in the others voice. Was she going to say now that Ann must leave Fountains and go back to hospital? Panic seized her by the throat. Mrs. Woods next remark wasnt to that effect, but it was almost as unwelcome. Youll be a fool if you misinterpret his interest, she said crudely. Ive been talking to the Pollard girl, asking her to stay on, and she confirms my own opinion that Doctor Lyntropes sudden interest in the children is her way of attracting Mr. Sherrardes attention. Then you know what happened to the children yesterday? Ann seized on the opportunity of turning the subject of the conversation from herself. You approve of our fetching them back from Daintys End? I admire your nerve, and I gather that you got considerable support from Mr. Sherrarde. Ann hesitated. I dont think he would have allowed the children to come back if... If you hadnt gone for them, Mrs. Woods prompted. Well, thats because youre a nurse. Dont get any other ideas, for goodness sake.

She moved over to the door, taking one further, considering look at Ann. When youre ready, come to my room. Well go together to Beverleys apartment. A short time later, they were crossing the hall and going along the passage which led to Beverleys lovely suite. As they entered the small hall, a door opened, and Mrs. Marchdale came out. She stared at them in a hostile manner. She cant see you, either of you, she declared loudly. Mrs. Woods face was furious. March, I told you not to come in here this morning. Do you want to kill Beverley? She was so much better first thing. Theres better and better, the old woman declared. Ive been giving her a drop of something to help her get well. Oh, no! protested Mrs. Woods. Really, March, youre the end! Ann saw her opportunity. The old woman had moved away from the door and Ann went behind her and slipped inside. Beverley was sitting up in bed, a lovely frilled wrap pulled around her, her big blue eyes sparkling with excitement. There was a bottle on the table beside her, and a glass in her hand. Ann did not hesitate. She went forward, took the glass, and at the same time removed the bottle from the table. This is very silly of you, she remarked, as she put them both out of reach and turned to deal with the scene that she was sure going to ensue.

But, rather to her surprise, Beverley lay back among her pillows and said nothing. Just stared with wide blue eyes that were no longer sparkling with excitement, but dull with despair. Ann said now, Do you want to do yourself harm? Surely you realize that your collapse yesterday wasnt just the result of excitement. The alcohol you drank also contributed to it. The girl in the bed said drearily, What does it matter? I might just as well drink myself to death. That would be far better than lying here a useless log. Anns voice was practical. Facile sympathy was going to be no good here. Let me shake up your pillows and straighten the sheet. Now thats better. You really are a nurse, Beverley observed languidly. A far better one, too, I should say, than my sister ... my real sister. What brought you from London in the first place? Ann shook her dark head as she went on straightening the bed. I dont know. Your mother told you that I had lost my memory? Yes, she told me, but I didnt believe her, and Im not sure I believe you, either. Beverleys blue eyes, rather calculating now, studied Ann. From what I can hear you are on rather intimate terms with Iain Sherrarde. Did you come down here to be with him?

Ann stood staring at her, her lavender-grey eyes very wide. Of course not, she gasped. Id never seen him before that night of the railway accident. How do you know, if you cant remember? demanded Beverley shrewdly. For a moment Ann stared down at the lovely satin eiderdown which covered the bed. She couldnt explain to Beverley that the wonderful thing which had happened to her since she came to Sunbury was completely new. It had happened the first moment she met Iain Sherrarde ... and that moment had been in a country lane, on a rather misty evening... Seeing that the invalid was waiting for her reply, she made a slightly impatient gesture. Even though Ive lost my memory, there are some things I know by instinct, she said. For instance, Im sure that I have trained as a nurse. I know all the routine of my profession, but I cant remember anything of the people or the surroundings where I was trained. Well, dont fall in love with Iain now youve met him, Beverley said, quite deliberately. I may take all sorts of foolish risks with my own life, when Im feeling depressed, but I wouldnt answer for what Id do if anybody tried to take him from under my nose. Im like that with men, you know possessive. There are a certain few whom I regard as my own property, and he happens to be one of them. No matter how much the gossips may speculate about his marrying that ginger-haired Maureen Lyntrope, hes going to remain my property. See?

Ann said coldly, I think youre talking a lot of nonsense, Beverley. Id better call you that, hadnt I? Really, why should you? If Im supposed to be your sister, I cant address you as Mrs. Derhart. I dont see why you should pretend to be Anne. Its a completely ridiculous idea of Mummys, Beverley said in a sulky voice. Maybe, Ann returned, but imagine what would have happened last night, if I hadnt been here. There are trained nurses at the Institute. Some of them were here in the room when I collapsed. I didnt mean about that, Ann explained. I meant about the children... What about the children? Beverley demanded now, her face alert. Did the poor darlings play up because they werent allowed to come in and say goodnight to me? They werent at Fountains, Ann told her gravely. Miss Pollard took them out for a walk yesterday afternoon, they ran ahead of her and before she could catch up with them That ginger cat Lyntrope had kidnapped them again. Mrs. Woods voice, crude and harsh, completed Anns sentence, as she pushed open the bedroom door and came into the room. She what? ejaculated Beverley furiously. Mummy, do you mean the kids are back at Daintys End, with Aunt Mary?

No, theyre not there now, but they would have been had not Ann Sister Anne rescued them, answered Mrs. Woods with a thin, significant smile. Why, what did you do? Blazing blue eyes were turned upon Ann. I fetched them back, the girl replied simply. You did just like that? Anns lips quivered. Well, perhaps not just like that. There was a ... little tussle... Between you and Iain? Ann shook her head. No. Mr. Sherrarde supported me. He did? Beverley looked at the other girl from eyes that were now half closed, but watchful and suspicious. Now I wonder why. Obviously because he thinks she is a suitable person to look after the children, put in Mrs. Woods dryly. I wonder... Beverleys voice was charged with suspicion. Well, I dont. I just know, Mrs. Woods said decisively. And then: Iain phoned early this morning, Beverley. Hes worried about you. Is he? The girls voice held a note that Ann couldnt quite define. Then he knows what to do. Her mother made a gesture of exasperation. Darling, do be your age. If the clan disapproved, as they would...

She caught Beverleys eye and stopped. She and even Beverley now might be willing to pretend that this girl was Anne Woods, but actually she was a stranger and they couldnt speak freely in front of her. Id like to talk to Beverley for a few minutes, Mrs. Woods said, and looked significantly at the door. Ive sent Marchdale out, so perhaps you'd like to look round the rest of the suite. Its quite marvellous, I think. Ann took the hint, well aware that they wished to discuss something connected with Mr. Sherrarde something too private for her, a stranger, to be included.

CHAPTER SEVEN ANN stood outside the bedroom door and reflected forlornly that it was not difficult to imagine what mother and daughter were now saying. Iain Sherrarde was very worried about the lovely, wilful young widow. He was the guardian of her children and obviously very fond of them, very anxious that the best should be done for them. Beverley herself had made no secret of her feelings for the handsome Director of the Sherrarde Institute. She had warned Ann bluntly not to be so foolish as to fall in love with him had suggested he was already her property and that she would brook no rival in his affections. Ann was sensible enough to allow for a certain amount of exaggeration. Beverley was a sick woman and it was certain that she was neither very reserved nor prudent. But she was very lovely, the loveliest creature Ann had ever seen, and she was sure that almost all men so why not Iain? would find her irresistible. Beverley had said, just now, significantly, He knows what to do, which could only mean that she meant he should marry her, and then he could take care of her properly. Mrs. Woods warning about the clan would refer to Mrs. Trederrick, and Doctor Lyntrope and other members of the family who would not approve ... But what man took any notice of aunts and cousins when his own feelings were involved? Ann realized that she could not go on standing outside the bedroom door. If it opened suddenly, Mrs. Woods might believe she had been trying to listen to that private conversation.

Better follow her suggestion and explore the suite. There was a very large room, running the length of this side of the house, and looking out on to a square, walled garden. This was where the cocktail party had been held yesterday. On the other side of the hall was a small dining-room and beyond it a beautifully fitted kitchen. A door further down the hall on the same side as Beverleys bedroom revealed a smaller one, and between it and the main bedroom was a bathroom which Ann already knew communicated with it. The whole suite was newly decorated in a rather fantastic modern style, which she guessed had been Beverleys own choice, and much of the furniture was also new and in the contemporary fashion. Ann went into the kitchen and noted that it was fully equipped for the preparation of elaborate meals. At the moment, however, it was overflowing with dirty glasses and plates, the aftermath of yesterdays cocktail party. Ann, who hated to see disorder of this kind, decided that she had better tackle the chaos, and she was in the middle of washing up when a woman in an overall came in. She was one of the daily women who formed part of the indoor staff at Fountains. You shouldnt be bothering with that, Miss Woods, the woman protested. I cleared up the sitting-room first thing in case the doctor came early, but I hadnt time to finish here because I had to go and help with breakfasts and prepare lunch. Ill get on with things here now.

Ann relinquished her place at the sink, and the woman continued, The children were flying round the house a few minutes ago, asking where you were. Id better find them, Ann remarked, and had scarcely gained the big hall in the main part of the house when a voice shrilled, There you are, Nurse Ann. We were just going to Mummy. Have you seen her this morning yet? Ann placed herself between the children and the door leading to Beverleys suite. They certainly couldnt be allowed in there today. Mummy isnt very well this morning, she told them. Are you going to nurse her? Is that why youve got your uniform on? Emma demanded. Yes, Im nursing her, Ann replied. Guys lips were pulled down. Miss Pollard said youd come to be our nurse, he began to whine. Ive come to do a bit of both, she said cheerfully. This morning Im busy with Mummy. Mummy doesnt want a nurse, Emma proclaimed, in her loud, direct voice. She says shes sick and tired of doctors and nurses. She never wants to see another nurse in her life. She told me so. But she likes doctors, the little girl went on thoughtfully. She likes Uncle Iain and she likes Lee and Doctor Butler. She says they all make her laugh. She likes Uncle Iain best, Guy put in, and for once Emma could find no point of disagreement.

Yes, she does, she assented. Shes always quarrelling with Lee. Ann thought: Even the children know. They wouldnt be taken by surprise if Uncle Iain all at once became Daddy. And she remembered again, with a pain in her heart, how Guy had talked last night of having a mummy and daddy just like ordinary children. Where is Miss Pollard? she asked briskly. I thought you were both big enough to be doing lessons. Weve done them, responded Emma sweepingly. Weve both read our books and Ive done some sums. Guy cant do any sums yet. Hes too little. Im not, Im not, came the angry protest, and the resulting scuffle carried both of them out on to the terrace and away from the door leading to the right wing of the house. They had forgotten for the moment that they had intended visiting their mother. Ann followed them to the door. They were a wild pair. No wonder Averil Pollard had little or no control over them. She had just separated them when Averil appeared. Sorry, she panted. I gave them a break from lessons and directly I turned my back, they had gone. I came after them as soon as I could. By the way, someone phoned you a little while ago. I heard Mrs. Duxton asking where you were. Oh, was there a message? Aims face flowered. It could be Iain ringing her about Beverley, perhaps, or maybe about the children.

I dont know. I dont think so. Ann went back into the house to look for Mrs. Duxton. Would he ring her again? A pity the call hadnt been put through to Beverleys suite. Mrs. Duxton proved to be the thin young woman who served in the dining-room and the nursery, and helped Mrs. Marchdale in the kitchen. She wasnt very bright and it seemed she had forgotten to ask who was speaking. I always do forget, she giggled. Im so anxious to hear what theyve got to say that I quite forget, every time. Was it a man or a woman? Ann demanded. Oh, a man, dearie. All at once there seemed to Ann to be a hollow somewhere inside her. She found she couldnt bring herself to ask whether it had been Iain Sherrarde. She felt that her voice and her face would give far too much away. Well, what did he say? she demanded. Asked for you Nurse Anne Woods and when I told him I couldnt find you, and that youd perhaps gone out, he said that hed ring again. And the line went dead before I thought to ask who was speaking. I gather you didnt recognize his voice, Ann remarked now, with an elaborately casual manner.

No, it wasnt anybody Id heard speak on the telephone before, Mrs. Duxton answered emphatically. Ann walked slowly into the hall and along the corridor to the luxurious suite in the right wing. Who was it? she wondered. It might have been Iain, for Mrs. Duxton was rather stupid and would be quite capable of not recognizing his voice. But she was sure that Iain would have proclaimed his identity before ringing off. She found Mrs. Woods standing at the door of the little kitchen, enquiring of the daily woman where she was. I went back into the house and I stopped for a few words with the children. Then I hope to goodness you didnt mention their coming in here to their mother, Mrs. Woods interrupted her rudely. Shes far too ill. No, I told Miss Pollard to keep them away, Ann responded, put off now from mentioning the telephone call. How is she? Rather excited, the older woman admitted evasively. I think she ought to have one of those tablets the doctor left last night, but whether shell take it or not is another matter. Ann didnt waste any further time in talk. She went quickly into the bedroom and found Beverley lying face downwards and sobbing hysterically.

This wont do, she said kindly. Youll make yourself ill again really ill. Now let me sponge your face and give you something to make you have a nice sleep. Sleep! shouted the girl hysterically. Im sick and tired of lying here and being told to go to sleep. Well, you must have been told that if you rested more there would be an improvement in your condition, Ann replied. Come along. Youll feel much better when Ive sponged your face. But youll wash off all my make-up, the girl protested. Its all gone all streaky, anyhow, the other smiled. Heavens, I must look a sight! Beverley gave a little shriek, forgetting her tears. In many ways she was strangely like the children. She rolled over, reached for her hand-mirror and surveyed her lovely blotched face. Do something, she beseeched. Ann moved round the room silently, fetching a bowl of water and a sponge from the bathroom and soft, fluffy towels. I never had water on my face until I got into the hands of you nurses, the invalid observed gloomily. Its very refreshing. Im putting some cologne in the water. Beverley gave a little shriek. I hate it! Only a little, Ann coaxed, and somehow managed to have her way.

When the girls face and hands were dry, she put aside the soft pale pink towels and picked up one of the gold-backed hair-brushes. Now let me brush your hair, she suggested. All right. Beverley raised her head, rather like a cat who wanted to be stroked. When the hair was smooth and tidy, Ann fetched a glass and one of the capsules that the doctor had left. I said I wasnt going to take any more of their filthy medicines, Beverley protested. Now you know your head is still aching. This will do it good. Oh, if its nothing but aspirin, all right. She took the pill, drank the water and then looked at Ann with a quizzical smile. A good thing you came in and took the gin from me. I was in the mood to drink the lot. Then you would have been ill ... really ill! Then you would have been able to show what a good nurse you were. Though you did that, too, last night. I hear Iain is already much impressed ... by your nursing skill. When there are two doctors present, there isnt much opportunity for a nurse to do other than what she is told.

There must be quite a thrill in that especially if youre in love with him. Hospital nurses always fall in love with the doctors, dont they? Ann laughed, though there was a curious, pricking sensation in her brain. I really dont know. I cant remember. Have you really lost your memory? Beverley was yawning. Youre not just putting on an act? Why should I? asked Ann calmly. You might be trying to get away from something ... running away because youve stolen a pearl necklace from one of your patients. Patients dont take pearl necklaces into hospital, Ann retorted, but once again she was assailed by that feeling of dread. Had there really been something in her life before the accident which she was all too anxious to escape? Beverley smiled sleepily. Sister Anne, I really believe Im tired. She curled up, and in a few moments was sleeping as peacefully as a child. The doctor arrived a little later, and hearing his car, Ann went to meet him in the hall. She had seen him last night when he had called after Beverleys collapse. He decided not to disturb Beverley when he heard that she was sleeping. How is she this morning? he asked. Ann told him, and having given her some instructions and a further prescription, he said, When she has got over this attack, try to persuade your sister to leave this suite of rooms and live with the rest of

you. She must recognize, of course, that there are certain things she cant do, but there is no need at all for her to lie in bed all day as she does. When he had gone, and having seen that her patient was still asleep, Ann went back to the big hall, realizing with consternation as she looked at the clock that in another ten minutes it would be lunch-time. Mrs. Woods had already arranged that the housekeeper should take over for a couple of hours so she ran up to her own room to get ready for the meal. When she came downstairs, Mrs. Duxton crossed the hall, and called to her, Miss Woods, that man rang again. He wouldnt give his name, but hes calling about two oclock on the chance of seeing you. Anns eyes were bright and wide. Who could he be? she asked herself fearfully. Someone who know Nurse Anne Woods? Perhaps Mrs. Woods would see him herself. But to her consternation, when Miss Pollard brought the children down they announced that Nana had already left the house to keep a luncheon engagement. Ann did not know how she got through the meal. Emma and Guy were noisy and obstreperous, but she scarcely noticed and did nothing to help the young governess to control them. As soon as the meal was over, Ann eluded the children and hurried up to her own room. She mustnt panic, she told herself, though her heart was beating heavily.

It couldnt really matter to her if this man knew the real Anne Woods. She hadnt tried to deceive anybody, and Mrs. Woods and Beverley knew the truth. As for his knowing her ... in her real identity... Oh, what was the good of speculating? She hadnt the faintest clue as to who he was and wouldnt have till he came here. Then would be the time to worry... But nothing could banish the insidious, nagging fear ... that he would reveal why she had run away. It was out at last. Ann stared at her white-faced reflection in the mirror. The thought had come to her unbidden, quite out of the blue. So she had run away! But from what, or from whom? She turned away from the mirror and went over to the window. She was a fool to allow herself to be so upset. It would be a good plan to refuse to see the man send a message down that she was unwell. After all, she had been out of hospital only two days. But with a sudden tilt of her small, firm chin, she rejected the thought. She wasnt going to make any excuses. This was an opportunity to find out whether the man, as well as knowing the real Anne Woods, knew her, who she was convinced was named Ann Wood. They must be acquainted, the two of them whose names were so much alike, or how had she come to be travelling on that train to Sunbury with a letter from Mrs. Woods in her handbag? She decided not to wear uniform, but instead she put on a simple green dress with a leather belt and matching shoes. By the time she was ready

the hour had already struck and she went downstairs with slow, reluctant footsteps. The big door leading on to the terrace stood open to let in the pale spring sunshine, and as she went towards it, a shadow fell across the doorway. Ann stood still, a sudden, wild, unreasoning terror fixing her to the ground. And then the shadow had moved, fallen across her, and a voice was saying, Excuse my walking in, but the door was standing open and Ive already rung twice. Could you tell me if Miss Woods is at home? Ann said, in a small voice, I am Miss Wood. He was a thin young man, with a rather high color and very blue eyes. Perhaps not an unpleasant face, but certainly a hard, even a ruthless one. I mean Miss Anne Woods, he retorted, fixing her with those very blue eyes. Ann made a little helpless gesture. It was quite evident that she was not the Anne whom he knew. I am Ann Wood, she repeated steadily, guessing that he would not notice the omission of the s. Here, I say! With a quick gesture, he pulled her to the door, and into the stronger light of the terrace. Youre not the Anne Woods who should be here to meet me, he declared roughly. Where is she? Nurse Anne Woods, I mean. Last time I saw her, she was a nurse at a hospital in London Queen Fridas Hospital.

I am Nurse Ann Wood, the girl said again, steadily. Now what is all this? The man clenched his hands, his high color increasing over his cheekbones and his blue eyes beginning to bulge. Im afraid I dont know what you mean. There was a faint chill in Anns sweet voice. When he had pulled her into that clearer light, he had put a hand on her shoulder, and kept it there. She now shrugged her arm free and took a step back from him, her eyes fixed on his face. She had begun to find her self-possession. After all, why should she feel guilty? Mrs. Woods had accepted her as her daughter, taken responsibility for her from the hospital, and Beverley was calling her Sister Anne. She raised her small chin and her eyes were darkly lavender between their black fringes. Who are you, may I ask? He stood his ground squarely and plunged his hands into the pockets of his coat. Im Ralph Gateworth and Im engaged to Nurse Woods. Got my ring, she has. Im a staff nurse at the Institute. I took the job because I wanted to be near Anne. She said she was throwing up her post in London and coming home to look after her sister. That was three months ago, and when I saw the advertisement for the Institute job, I applied for it, but since I came down here I havent had a word from her. Then quite by chance I heard last night that Mrs. Derharts sister, a nurse, was looking after her.

Ann inclined her head. Thats true. Im here to keep an eye on my sister, who is a semi invalid, and on my sisters two children. Why ... But ... Ralph Gateworth looked at her dazedly, and then sai d rather hoarsely, Come down the steps on to the drive, will you? I dont like this terrace with all these windows. We dont know who may be listening. Now look here, the young man said, as they reached the drive, what

is this all about?

Where is Anne? Has she sent you down here to take her place? Or what? I dont know what youre talking about. Ann did not like his tone and her own voice and expression showed it. Whoever you came to see is not here, thats obvious, so youd better go. If you think Im going to be fobbed off like that, youre sadly mistaken, he replied. I came to see Anne and Im going to see her or find out where she is. Understand. Ann said coldly, I dont know anything about her. Please let go of my arm. Not so fast, lady, he murmured, and his expression changed as he looked down at her cloudy dark hair and her pale lovely face. If it comes to that, youre a sight prettier than she was. You say youre Anne Woods. Anne Woods is my girl, so what about it, sweetness? Both arms were around her now, and his lips were very close.

Let go! How dare you? Anger held Ann rigid, and kept her voice very low. Gateworth thats your name, isnt it? What are you doing here? The man turned slightly, but he did not relax his grip on one of Anns arms. Good afternoon, sir. Its nothing, nothing wrong, sir. Just a slight tiff between this young lady and myself. Iain Sherrardes ice-cold eyes quelled him. Anne, is this fellow annoying you? She freed herself completely from Gateworths hold, her face full of embarrassment and vexation. Im that is, yes no, she replied incoherently. Oh, its just our way of being friendly, sir, Gateworth put in jauntily. We dont believe much in sentiment or romance, but Anne and I understand each other very well. Again Iain Sherrarde silenced him with a glance. Anne ... Miss Woods ... are you all right? Ann swallowed convulsively. She thought, in a terrified manner: I dont want him to know about the other Anne. If he does, hell guess right away that Im the imposter and hell send me away. Hes only willing for me to stay with Beverley and the children because he believes Im related to them. If I go away, I may never see him again. Panic drove her along a path which she had no wish to tread. No, hes not annoying me, she remarked, trying to make her voice sound unconcerned.

But he doesnt seem to realize Im here on duty. She turned to Gateworth and her eyes held an impassioned appeal. Please go now. Ill be able to see you when Im free. O.K., sweetness, thats good enough for me, he returned jauntily. Ill ring you again. He threw her a kiss, gave Iain Sherrarde, who was standing rigid, a civil Good afternoon, sir, and walked towards his motor-cycle which he had propped up in the drive. Through white lips Ann said, Did you want me, Mr. Sherrarde? I did, but... He hesitated, his voice cold and accusing. I wanted to talk about the children. Where are they? Ann said simply, I dont know. His face went even darker. You dont know! I suppose it doesnt matter what theyre doing. Your conversation with that fellow Gateworth was far too important! I fail to see the connection. Anns voice was as cold as his, though she felt very near to tears. Gone was tenderness and understanding that hed shown again last night. They were once more, it would seem, the accused and the cold, condemning judge. And now a scarcely controlled temper edged his voice. Do you mind if we go into the house? You have no coat and theres a cold wind. Angry that she was trembling, Ann defied him. Im not at all cold. Again there was a flash of temper, this time in his fine eyes. I would still rather talk to you inside ... Please.

Ann went up the steps, her head very high. He was passing judgment on her in connection with Gateworth, as he had done once before when he had found her with Burrows at very much the same spot. What right had he to be so intolerant and arrogant? She walked ahead of him into the shabby drawing room which was so much more neglected than any other room in the house. She sat down and in a remote voice invited him to do the same. He shook his head, and when he didnt seem inclined to speak, she went on in a dangerously sweet manner, I havent very much time, Mr. Sherrarde. I ought to get back to Beverley. If he was waiting for an explanation from her about Gateworth, he wasnt going to get it. He had got to be made to realize that she was a person in her own right and not just the childrens nurse. His expression was grim. It must be obvious to you that this cant go on, he said. This? Im not sure what you mean. Ann was sitting very straight in her chair. He gave her a glance from under his black brows. No doubt you have your mind on ... other things? Her color rose angrily and they were staring at each other, quite oblivious of anything else, when the french window leading on to the terrace was pushed open with a decisive hand, and Doctor Maureen Lyntrope came in.

Aunt said that you had walked over to have a look at the children, she smiled at Sherrarde, so I thought that if I followed in my car, I could drive you back. That was a kind thought, Maureen. The gardener thought you were in the house, but he wasnt sure about Nurse Woods. Hed seen her talking her voice changed to an imitation of Burrows west-country accent very friendly-like to a young man with a motor-cycle, and he wondered if she might have gone off with him. I almost think he was jealous! Ann wondered dazedly whether she was imagining the malice. Surely she must be. The mimicry was excellent, and both she and Mr. Sherrarde should have been laughing instead of lapsing into this glowering silence. It was he who broke it. Ive just begun to tell Miss Woods that shes taking on too much in caring for her sister and the children. Quite ridiculously too much, commented Doctor Lyntrope loftily. Ann was determined not to lose her temper. Please sit down, she invited them politely. Shall we discuss it quietly? After all, I expect that we all really want to do the best for Beverley and Emma and Guy, though we approach it in different ways. She looked at Mr. Sherrarde directly now. He frowned. What exactly are you implying? he demanded.

Ann retreated slightly. After all, she was a stranger and she mustnt descend to personalities. If he didnt know that Doctor Lyntropes interest in the children was just a cloak to gain his attention, she couldnt tell him. She said thoughtfully, It isnt right to take the children somewhere where they cant see their mother. That would be inhuman. As if she cares anything about them, the woman doctor put in scornfully. Theyve been in the care of servants from the time they were born and not particularly competent ones at that. Before the accident, Ray and Beverley were never in England. They were skiing at St. Moritz or yachting somewhere in the Mediterranean, or in the Bahamas or in New York. They were scarcely ever at home, consequently the children hardly knew them. But life is different now for Beverley, Ann pointed out. They are all she has left to remind her of her husband. Obviously she cant take much responsibility for them herself, but they should be here in the house, so that she can see them whenever she is well enough. No one is disputing that, Iain Sherrarde admitted. But we ... my aunt, Doctor Lyntrope and myself think that they could be better looked after at Daintys End. My aunt and Doctor Lyntrope would not only see that they are well cared for, but also that they are brought up ... properly. Naturally, they would come over here each day to see their mother. Thats quite the best plan the only plan, Doctor Lyntrope asserted briskly.

Ann said in a quiet voice, But I understand that that plan has already been tried and that the children were unhappy. Sherrardes expression was gloomy. They certainly didnt seem the same. Children are odd. They thrive Naturally they seem happy when they are subject to no discipline, Doctor Lyntrope interrupted sharply. But that isnt to say that its the best thing for them far from it. In this house, she looked around the unkempt room distastefully, theyre ... Oh, well, I suppose Id better not say it. Please say exactly what you like, Anne implored her with dangerous sweetness. Iain looked uncomfortable. Hang it all, Anne! Anns heart began to beat in an excited way. She was conscious that Doctor Lyntropes face was angry. Anne found that a devil she had not known she possessed had seized her. Yes, Iain? she enquired sweetly, and looked at him with great wide eyes, as if she were hanging on his every word. Again in his own eyes there was a quick gleam. You must admit, he urged, that theres no one here to take an interest in the children, no one to supervise... And what about myself? Am I such a nonentity? Anne demanded. She had forgotten now that she was not Anne Woods. Her spirit was up and she was determined to stand by that lovely helpless girl who had lost

her young husband so tragically, and whom these two were now trying to deprive of her children. But, Anne, thats where we started this discussion, he pointed out gravely. You cant be responsible for so much. If youre to care for Beverley, you cant look after the children as well. I can supervise, Ann told him with simple earnestness. I wasnt impressed by her at first, but I can see that Miss Pollard is competent in many ways. When she is giving them lessons, she keeps them interested and she takes great pride in their appearance. I think everyone she emphasized the word slightly and her eyelashes flew upward for a moment as her glance went towards Doctor Lyntrope, seated near the french window must agree that they are well cared for in that respect. Where Miss Pollard has been lacking is that she has been unable to give them any feeling of security, and one cant blame her for that, in the circumstances. This time her grave glance enveloped them both. They seemed about to reply, but Anne went on, Naturally, they will go to school when they are old enough, but they shouldnt be separated and sent for a long time yet. Whos talking about sending them away? Sherrarde frowned. Ridiculous! Theyre only babies yet. No one has suggested such a thing. But it was suggested yesterday, and in the childrens hearing, Ann told him quietly. And as a result Miss Pollard had to get up twice in the night to Guy, who was having nightmares. I suggest that great care

should be taken about whats said before a little boy who is as sensitive and highly strung as Guy. There, you see whats going to happen! Doctor Lyntrope got up from her chair with a flounce and came over to Iain. With all these women fussing around him, hell be as bad as his father. Maureen! The one word, in a tone of shock, told Ann, who knew nothing of Guys father, that Doctor Lyntrope had made a tactical error in speaking of him slightingly to Iain. Doctor Lyntropes color rose and she gave a shrug as she climbed down. All right, Iain, Im sorry I said that. I ought to have remembered that you were very fond of Ray and, so Aunt Mary says, absurdly indulgent to him. They seemed to have forgotten Ann, and as she listened, she began to see why Iain felt so responsible for the children, even apart from the fact that he was their guardian. He had loved their father. But Sherrarde had not forgotten her, nor the subject of their discussion, though Ann was sure Doctor Lyntrope was anxious for it to be dropped. Anne, I dont understand this talk of school. It has never been mentioned so far as I know in the childrens hearing. Guys name is down, of course, for the two schools which his father attended, but thats a long way ahead. Who has spoken to the children on this subject? Do you know?

Averil Pollard had said this morning that Doctor Lyntrope had threatened the children yesterday that they should both be packed off to school when they had struggled to get out of her car. As Iain stared at her, Anne shook her head. She couldnt bring herself to tell tales about this young woman, unpleasant though she had been to her. Doctor Lyntropes principles were more elastic. She put in carelessly, Now I come to think of it, I believe Kathleen said something about it when they were behaving badly yesterday. Sherrardes frown deepened. Then she had no business to say anything of the sort, he growled. Ill speak to her. Maureen touched his arm lightly and smiled at him. Iain, for heavens sake, be careful. Maids like Kathleen are treasures these days and I dont know what Aunt Mary would do without her. She was on the verge of rebellion yesterday. Better let me have a word with her. Ann looked at him, wondering whether he could see what had really happened. To her it seemed the height of meanness on Doctor Lyntropes part to be throwing the blame on Mrs. Trederricks maid for what she herself had said. All right, Maureen, he conceded, and Anne turned away, suddenly feeling desolate. Whatever Doctor Lyntrope suggested seemed to be right in his eyes. Perhaps it was jealousy which made her say:

My opinion is that the childrens future is a matter only for the family and it shouldnt be discussed by strangers. Strangers! Iain looked bewildered. So far as he was aware, no strangers had been discussing it. But Maureen Lyntrope was quick to catch the implication. She almost spat, If anyone is a stranger, its you, who after all this time have thought fit to come interfering in your sisters affairs! she snapped. And what with your boy friend on the motor-cycle, and what with Iain seeing you come walking from the woods with Burrows on your first evening here, it seems to me that youll have precious little time for or interest in the children, now you

have come. Youre certainly living up to your reputation.

Anne stood petrified by the fury of the onslaught. Doctor Lyntrope was acting like a fishwife, and she must be quite beside herself to lower her dignity in such a fashion in Iain Sherrardes presence. But Ann got no consolation from that reflection. She was smarting from the barb that Iain had misjudged her about Burrows, and had added insult to injury by discussing her and her apparent indiscretions with this hateful young woman. And what was this talk of herreputation? She walked over to the door, determined to act no longer as hostess to either of them. This house was not hers and she had invited neither of them into it. Please excuse me, she said coldly. I feel that it would be unprofitable to continue this discussion, and I must go to Beverley. She may be wanting me.

She did not give them the opportunity of detaining her, but went quickly out of the room, jerking the door shut behind her, crossed the hall and ran upstairs to change into her uniform. He had dared to discuss her with that creature! She would never forgive him. In the room she had left, Maureen Lyntrope turned to the french window and then back to her companion. Come along, Iain, were wasting time here. She took a sharply distasteful glance around the room. The place looks as if its never had a good turn-out since Rays parents lived here. Really, that awful girl ... Shes even worse than I imagined she would be. What a family! Poor Ray! Sherrarde said nothing as he followed her out of the french window on to the terrace. Maureens expression was now everything that could be described as pleasant, in direct contrast to his, which was angry and disturbed. That horrible girl had succeeded in antagonizing him completely, she reflected complacently. He might agree now to what was the only solution to the problem of Fountains Beverley Derhart being sent to a nursing home, the children to school and that dreadful Mrs. Woods and her daughter sent packing.

CHAPTER EIGHT A LETTER was beside Annes plate on the breakfast-table next morning. She was first down and she picked it up, staring at it in surprise. Who was likely to be writing to her? Especially locally. She bit her lip. Iain Sherrarde? No, she was sure this wouldnt be his writing. There was something about it which was definitely not Iain. Besides, why should he write to her? Distastefully she read; I cant get away till eight oclock tonight so I suggest you go into Sunbury on the 7.30 bus. It passes the gate near Daintys End about 7.20. Wait for me at the Ring o Bells and Ill scorch over on my bike. I wont be late and I advise you to be there. Ive quite a lot to say and I dont suppose Mr. Iain Sherrarde will follow us up there! But be there. That sentence was heavily underlined and then the letter continued, If youll say nothing about this. Just wait to hear what Ive got to say. Ann stared fearfully at Gateworths letter. Mrs. Woods was having her breakfast in bed this morning, and Anns first impulse was to hurry up to her room and show her the letter, and tell her what had happened yesterday. There had been no opportunity as yet to do so. Mrs. Woods had arrived back from her luncheon engagement only just in time to change for another one which included dinner and bridge. When Ann had gone up to see her, she had held the door open only a crack and declared she was half undressed. Was Beverley all right? If so,

that was all she wanted to hear. She simply hadnt time for anything else. Ann wasnt the type to be over-insistent and she had turned away with her story of Ralph Gateworths telephone messages and visit untold. Now she wished desperately that she had stood her ground and been determined to make Mrs. Woods listen. For the more often she re-read this note, the more she discerned the threat behind it. She was panic-stricken, and inevitably her thoughts channelled themselves in one direction. Somehow he must have found out her real identity, and found out also something discreditable about her which he would tell everybody. Everybody in Anns shrunken world, which at the same time she was sure was wider and more wonderful than anything she had ever known before, was Iain Sherrarde. She didnt want him to discover that she wasnt the real Anne Woods. While she could retain that identity she could go on fighting to keep the children here at Fountains. While they were here, he would keep on coming... Yesterday afternoon she had told herself that she hated him, but she still wanted him to come to Fountains to come often. It could never be too often... Whats wrong with you this morning, Sister Anne? Beverley queried some time later. You dont seem your usual bright self, and when the children were here you hardly spoke a word.

They talk enough without anyone else adding to the confusion, Ann answered with a smile. I didnt want you to be overtired. Lie back now and rest. You mustnt overdo things for a day or two. The trouble is everybody is too careful of me and that leads me to committing excesses out of sheer boredom, said Beverley. Im sure it would be more sensible if I lived a normal life and hang the consequences. You can only die once, they say, but I die every day of boredom and frustration because I cant do any of the things I used to enjoy. Even my children dont hug me properly. They say We must be careful not to hurt Mummy, and they put their little arms round me so gently. Its completely unnatural... Ann had been brooding over Ralph Gateworths letter, but now she looked with deep concern, and yet with some surprise, at the lovely but desolate face of the girl on the bed. When Doctor Butler had talked to her yesterday, she had assumed, and she was sure he had too, that Beverley herself had decided on her hermit-like existence. Who planned for you to stay here in this suite, away from the rest of the house? she enquired. Iain arranged it all while I was in hospital, Beverley replied drearily, and then with a lightning change of mood, she laughed almost simperingly. Actually, I believe there is method in his madness. He wants to keep me out of the way of other men. Hes terribly jealous

when I have any of the students or doctors from the Institute over here. And didnt you notice the way he looked at Lee that night of my party? Ann had noticed, but she steered the conversation back to the suite and to Fountains, and Beverley lapsed again into gloom. It was my husbands home, but we never lived here because we hated it, even when wed had it modernized. Ray said everybody down here was always reproaching him because he was a playboy and hadnt followed the family tradition of training to be either a doctor or a banker. Ann nodded. Your mother told me about your husbands family when she was explaining about the Institute... Beverleys laughter trilled out. You mustnt say your mother, Sister Anne, or everybody will think its very odd. I wonder who you really are! Oh, whos that? There was the sound of a closing door, then a quick tattoo on the bedroom door and a voice: May I come in? I heard you laugh, so I know youre awake. Beverley gave a resigned gesture. My bete noir! He haunts me. Ann went to the door, and Robert Leedon, whom she now knew was the Assistant Director of the Institute, stared beyond her to the girl lying under the lovely satin eiderdown. I havent heard you laugh like that since you were modelling, he said. By which remark you will conclude, Sister Anne, that we have here a very old friend, mocked Beverley, her blue eyes glinting.

Robert Leedon, in no way put out, advanced further into the room, bestowing a casual nod on Anne, but giving most of his attention to the invalid. Indeed, it seemed that his light eyes almost devoured her, and it was not difficult to guess that he was deeply in love with her. Are you feeling better, my darling? he asked. Better! she repeated, in a bitter voice. Of course Im not better, Lee. You know I can never be better. He flung himself down on the white skin rug by the side of the bed, covering her hands with his own. You will be better, my darling. I swear it. If only Ann thought it was time she left them. Leedon was certainly very much in love, and again Ann found herself wondering whether the animosity between him and Iain was on Beverleys account or something to do with their professional work. It couldnt be very satisfactory to Iain to know that his chief assistant hadnt got his heart in his work. In the little kitchen which was part of the suite, she began to prepare a tea-tray. It looked very attractive when it was ready, with the pretty pink and grey china, the thin slices of bread and butter, the strawberry jam and the cake with nuts on top. She got out a lace cloth and some napkins, but even then she hesitated about breaking into the intimate conversation in the other room. However, before she had finally made up her mind to do so, Mr. Leedon came out and put his head round the kitchen door. Mrs. Derhart says shes dying for a cup of tea, nurse. His voice was strictly formal and his pale face austere and expressionless.

The tray is just ready, Ann said brightly. Ive put an extra cup, sir, for you. Thank you, but I cant stay. He seemed about to go, and then all at once he came back. Look after her well, nurse, he said, almost thickly. Shes very frail, and she needs the greatest of care. Anns expression was anxious as she picked up the tray. Beverley would be drained and exhausted, she supposed, after this latest emotional crisis. However, when she arrived in the bedroom she saw that the invalid, far from being dejected, was sitting up, her blue eyes sparkling, her cheeks pink. Oh, tea! Good! she exclaimed. I always enjoy visits from Lee. He stimulates me and it makes me feel so excited that a man of his brains should waste his time going on loving me after all these years. Of course, I dont talk about all these years to anyone outside the family, Sister Anne. No! Ann looked at her with raised brows as she set the tea-tray down. Beverley giggled and picked up her hand-mirror which was never far from her reach. You wouldnt think it, would you, but Im thirty-four. Most girls of twenty look like hags beside me! Anns surprise was quite genuine. Are you really? I ... well, its almost unbelievable!

And it really was. Beverleys face was almost as unlined and petal-soft as that of her daughter Emma, and her hair as shining red-gold as the childs. Somebody very unkind once said it was due to arrested development. You know a sort of baby doll situation, Beverley continued dryly, but Im only too pleased about it, whatever the cause. Naturally, I take care of my skin and my hair, but Im not in possession of any fabulous beauty preparation, which is what one writer in a womans magazine reported about me. Ann tipped the spout of the grey and pink teapot into the teacup already containing what to her seemed a very generous amount of milk and sugar. Youve known Mr. Leedon for a long time, then? she asked. Since I was sixteen, Beverley giggled. Thats how I usually put it. Yes, quite a long time, and you would believe it, the silly man has been in love with me from the moment we met. Yes, this tea is lovely just as I like it. Ann thought that Beverley was probably not exaggerating. Mr. Leedon had the appearance of a man who had been devotedly in love with her for a long time. Thats what the Sherrarde and Derhart clans had against me that Id too many admirers. Theyd have put it in stronger terms if they had dared, Beverley went on, as she bit into one of the dainty sandwiches which Ann had made. Pour a cup of tea for yourself, Sister Anne. We mustnt stand on ceremony. And by the way, the real Sister Anne is a step Mummy, like little Beverley, has been married three times.

Married three times! This girl who looked so young! Ann poured herself a cup of tea while she pondered on this. Mrs. Woods had said something about Anne being younger than Beverley, but since she had met her patient, she had been thinking of it as the other way round. Who are you thinking about the real Anne Woods? Beverley enquired now. She isnt in the least like me, she went on complacently. Shes more your type dark hair and pale face, but she hasnt your figure and she isnt as pretty as you. Youve got something elusive hard to describe, but its there all right. Have you been married? But of course, you dont know, do you! You cant remember. Odd, isnt it! She gave a funny little laugh. It must run in the family. There are lots of things I cant remember, either. You were telling me about your sister, Ann prompted, sitting down. Beverley shrugged. I dont know much about her. Shes let me see about ten years younger than I am. She was only a kid when I broke free from Mummy, and I think she has always hated me and been jealous that she wasnt blonde and beautiful. In one thing, though, she had been quite determined to imitate me in making a wealthy marriage. Thats why she chose to go in for nursing. So that she could have a rich man as a patient and marry him. It has been done, you know. Oh! She raised her eyebrows. You have an expressive face. So you dont like the sound of that? Not much, returned Ann briefly.

Beverley took another sandwich. Oh, well, it takes all sorts to make a world, as they say. I wonder where she is now. Mummy hasnt heard from her for ages... Ann got up to pour out more tea. What she had heard about her namesake didnt add up to anything very pleasant and she would have dropped the subject had it not been for the letter she had received from Ralph Gateworth asking her no ordering her to meet him tonight. Would Beverley know anything about him? Rather tentatively she asked: Was your sister engaged or ... anything? Beverley looked bored. No. I told you shes looking for a wealthy husband. She wont marry anyone who hasnt a lot of money. Anns long eyelashes fluttered. Gateworth was a male nurse, so he certainly didnt fit in with Anne Woods requirements. It began to look as if the girl had encouraged him to take a post down here in order to get rid of him. She wondered whether to tell Beverley about his visit yesterday and his letter, and then decided not to do so. What she wanted to find out now was whether Gateworth knew anything about her... about Ann Wood. Beverley began to talk again about herself, a subject which she found all-absorbing. Rays family were furious when he married me, she laughed. We had a marvellous time while it lasted. Id never had so much money in my life and I loved it. Then he died, and there wasnt a cent. He hadnt come into his capital, and though hed made a will leaving everything to me until I remarried spoil-sport there wasnt

anything to leave. Wed spent up to the hilt as regards income. I considered fighting it out in the law courts, but I was advised that I couldnt win, so when Iain was prepared to be generous on his own terms I gave in with what grace I could. She laughed again, her blue eyes glittering oddly. I get a very handsome income, as long as I do what he wants. He is the childrens trustee, just as he was Rays and he thinks that gives him the right to interfere in my life as well as in theirs. It was he who insisted that I left London and came down here. And of course, I was so ill at the beginning that I just didnt care. He brought the children down here to live with his aunt, and then when Mummy and I came to Fountains, we got them back again, but only after a struggle. She lay back among her pillows again, beginning to look very frail and tired, and Ann saw that it was time she rested again. I expect you would like a little sleep now, and then before you know it, Mrs. Marchdale will be bringing in your supper," she said cheerfully. Heavens! Beverleys voice was pettish. This existence of just eating and sleeping is more than I can stand. I shall die of boredom while youre all trying to save me from dying from any excitement. But her eyelids were already drooping, and by the time Ann had tidied the room, she was asleep. The house was very quiet when a few minutes later Ann went into the big hall. It had begun to rain a steady downpour that looked as if it might go on for hours.

Ann thought, Its going to be a wretched night for me to walk through the coppice to get that bus. She resented the idea of giving in to Gateworths blackmail, but what else could she do? There was a threat implicit in every line of his letter. He worked at the Institute, and unless she could convince him otherwise, he might broadcast the information that the nurse at Fountains was an imposter. If Iain Sherrarde heard the gossip he might believe it and decide that she was not a trained nurse. He might be only too glad to seize the opportunity of getting the children back under the care of his aunt. The thought of the children sent her upstairs to their wing of the, house. They were lying half across the big table, one on either side, drawing on big pieces of grey paper with coloured chalks. They were both engrossed, and Averil, almost as interested as they, was bending over to offer advice. Mines a house and a garden, shrieked Guy. Its Daintys End and theres a witch in it. Its not polite to call Aunt Mary a witch, remarked Emma censoriously, raising her blue eyes for a moment from her own masterpiece. It isnt Aunt Mary whos the witch, Guy yelled gleefully. Nurse Auntie Ann, who do you think the witch is? I couldnt really say, remarked Ann cautiously, though she had a very good idea. Its Doctor Lyntrope, he shouted. Shes a witch.

Even Emma looked momentarily shocked. But shes young, she said doubtfully. Witches are always old at least, I think they are. What do you think, Nurse Auntie Ann? When Ive seen pictures of them, they always seem to be old and have very long noses, returned Ann decidedly. In all fairness she couldnt call Doctor Lyntrope anything but young and quite good looking. But of course she might have known that Emma would take her own line. She is a witch. A young lady Witch! she announced. Show her just opening the door, Guy with a tall black hat on, like an old lady witch. Ann laughed and winked at Averil Pollard behind the childrens backs. They both seem to be budding artists, she commented. Ill clear the tea things and take them down. Averil helped her to load the tray, and then followed her out of the room. Mrs. Woods told me to let you know that she wont be back till late tonight, she said, and till this moment, Id forgotten all about it. Sorry. It doesnt matter. Ann began to go downstairs, still holding the tray. This meant that again she wouldnt be able to tell Mrs. Woods about Gateworth. In a way she felt relieved. Perhaps it would be better to handle this on her own.

CHAPTER NINE ANN sat down at a small table in a corner of the bar of the Ring o Bells and looked around. It was a new place, synthetically smart, with a lot of garish paint and chromium, and the clientele seemed rather mixed. In one way it was a relief to find the place was so large and busy. She would be far less noticeable here than in a quiet pub, which she had half expected it to be. There you are, sweetie, said Ralph Gateworth in a voice that was much too familiar. I wondered whether you would make it. Ann, trying to hide her distaste, said hurriedly, I cant stay long. The last bus goes at a quarter to ten. What did you want to say to me? He gave her a peculiar smile. Oh, nothing in a hurry. Lets have a drink. What will you have? Nothing, thank you, she said firmly. Please tell me what you have to say to me. He continued to signal the waiter, who took not the slightest notice of him. Better move over to the bar, he muttered. She shook her head. Mr. Gateworth, please say what you want me for, and then I can go. He began to look angry. Pretty good opinion of yourself, youve got, havent you, Miss No-Name? What do you mean? she asked in a cold voice.

Ive been making enquiries about you. It seems you turned up in this neighborhood on the night of the train smash and after a spell in hospital youve established yourself at Fountains as Anne Woods. Why? Because I am Ann Wood. She guessed he would not notice she had left off the s. And I fail to see what business it is of yours. It is my business. Im engaged, or as good as, to the real Anne Woods, and I want to know where she is. Ann said spiritedly, It seems odd to me that you should be engaged to a girl, whatever her name, and not know her whereabouts. Color had crept into her face and her eyes were bright. He stared at her slyly. Actually, I dont know that Im really bothered about her any more. Her substitute is all right by me! Ann tilted her chin and turned her head. If thats all you have to say, I may as well go. She half rose, but he leaned over the table and gripped her wrist. Rather than risk a scene, she sat down, but her expression remained cold. Sit down. I havent finished. I was quite prepared to be pleasant about it, and I still am, but you evidently require some plain speaking. Youre

not Anne Woods, whatever you say, and yet youre accepted at
Fountains. That means both Annes mother and her sister are in the plot. Obviously theres something behind it money, I should say. Well, Ive been making a few enquiries about that, too. See!

Youve evidently been very busy, said Ann contemptuously. You neednt bother to be sarcastic. Ive got a thick skin. Ann forbore to say that that was obvious. He went on, It seems to me that Sherrarde holds the money bags, so hes the one whod be interested to know you arent what you seem. That being the case, if you arent co-operative, I shall just go and tell him. What good would that do you? He shrugged. None, and Id rather not do it But it rests with you. Youve merely got to be cooperative. Co-operative! She looked at him in disgust. One thing at least was clear. He didnt know, any more than anyone else here, who she was. His threats were empty ones so far as she was concerned. If you want to make fool of yourself, you should go to Mr. Sherrarde, she defied him. Even if what you are assuming is correct, then Mrs. Woods and Mrs. Derhart need only deny your insinuations and where are you then? And again, assuming they are correct, and you really want to marry your Anne Woods, arent you being foolish to antagonize her mother and sister? He looked thoughtful. Youve got something there, sweetie! Ann glanced at her watch. I must go now, or I shall miss the bus. Youd better wait and go with me on the back of the bike.

Ann had no intention of doing that. Its too wet. I expect its still raining. And then, Are you going back immediately? Not on your life, he assured her. Ive been on duty all day and I want a spot of relaxation. Im not moving from here from the bar, that is until Im requested to do so. Then dont let me keep you from it, Ann said coldly, as she began to put on her raincoat. Youd better wait for me. Im not too sure about that bus, he began. Come on, little prude, and have a drink. That may liven you up. But Ann had turned away. He pulled at her arm. This isnt the last youll hear of me. Dont think that. Ann was afraid it might not be. She hurried out of the hotel and back into the centre of the town, which was a good half-mile away. It was still raining heavily, and in the darkness she splashed into puddles and felt herself getting wetter than ever. There was no sign of a bus when she arrived at the stand, but still, she was in plenty of time. There was no one waiting, but she didnt suppose it was a very busy route, especially at this time of the year. She glanced at her watch again. It was odd ... She went over to the board which gave several time-tables and looked at the one she had studied earlier. Yes, here it was ... Sunbury 9.45. The bus was just a few minutes late, and on a rainy night like this it was perhaps not surprising that there were no people waiting.

And then as she stared at the time-table, consternation broke over her. For she had caught sight of the letters S.O. at the head of the column. Saturdays only. No wonder there was no bus and no line of passengers! The rain came down remorselessly as Ann started to walk on. She hadnt enough money to engage a taxi, she couldnt bring herself to go back to the Ring o Bells and find Ralph Gateworth, and she actually never thought of ringing up to Fountains for Burrows to come and fetch her. She had walked a couple of miles and had almost reached the Institute when she was caught in the headlamps of a car. It passed her, a dark shape with two gleaming red jewels in its tail, and then it pulled up and began to reverse. Ann thought, with a wry grimace, Surely not a knight of the road! Im much too wet for amorous invitations. But her smile changed to consternation when she heard Iain Sherrardes voice. Its an atrocious night to be walking. Could we give you a lift anywhere? The we, Ann saw, included Doctor Lyntrope, sitting beside him and looking none too pleased. Ann prayed that the darkness would shield her. She tried to disguise her voice. Thank you, but I havent far to go now. She might have known he wouldnt be deceived by so childish a trick. He opened the door and jumped out Ann, you must be soaked to the skin. What has happened? Why are you out alone on such a night?

Perhaps she hasnt been alone, laughed Doctor Lyntrope odiously. Iain, you really shouldnt ask questions like that. Ann said in a small tired voice, I went into Sunbury and I misread the bus time-table. I thought there would be a bus at a quarter to ten, but it runs only on Saturdays. Then why in heavens name didnt you phone for Burrows to fetch you? he enquired in an exasperated voice. Get into the back seat and pull the rug around you. He almost pushed her into the car, his expression, or what she could see of it in the light of the car, very dark and angry. What on earth took you to Sunbury on a night like this? She didnt reply. She had got into the car because, really, it seemed le ss trouble to do so than to stand and argue. Doctor Lyntrope gave a high, artificial laugh. You seem to be making a habit of this, MissWoods being picked up in the darkness by Mr. Sherrarde, she said. One of these nights you may not be so lucky. You may have to walk all the way! Ann found the remark extremely offensive. I dont mind walking in the rain, she said coldly. And indeed, there are times when I prefer it. Doctor Lyntrope could make what she liked of that. Sherrarde spoke now, in a carefully controlled voice, Ill drop you at Daintys End, Maureen, and then run ... er ... Miss Woods back to Fountains.

Oh, please dont bother. I can easily go through the copse and the garden. It will take me only a few minutes. Its far too lonely for you to go that way at night, and in this rain, he replied firmly. Its so much further round by the road, Doctor Lyntrope put in, and if we hadnt picked her up, I expect Miss Woods would have gone the garden way. He said again, quietly, Ill drop you first, Maureen, and then you wont be wasting time. Her voice registered quick protest. Oh, Iain, I dont mind about that. The papers I have to go through arent so important. Go straight on to Fountains and dont turn in at Daintys End. I insist. Iain Sherrarde said nothing else and Ann leaned back wearily. Let them go on arguing. She just didnt care. She had closed her eyes, but now she opened them as the car halted. She hadnt realized they were so near Fountains. And then Maureen raised her voice protestingly again. Iain, I told you not to turn in here. Ill come with you to Fountains. Miss Woods needs a woman to be with her. She seems quite exhausted. This belated concern for her welfare whipped Ann into sudden animation. Nothing of the kind, she declared. Im quite capable of walking through the copse and the garden. Then why dont you? Doctor Lyntrope demanded, almost beside herself with annoyance.

Maureen, look, Ive parked the car right by your door. Now dash and you wont get wet at all. Sherrarde leaned across her with a murmured excuse, opened the door, and because there was little else left for her to do if she was to keep her dignity, Doctor Lyntrope dashed. Sherrarde waited only until she had reached the door and then he set the car in motion and drove much too fast out of the drive and down the main road. But before he came to the gate which led to Fountains, he stopped the car, switched on the light and turned to look grimly at his passenger. Now then, he said, where have you been? Ann stared at him in astonishment. As if it could be any business of his, or of any interest. Hadnt he shown her more than once since she came to Fountains that he regarded her merely as a person who was nursing Beverley and looking after two children who were his wards? His attitude had suggested that any other relationship between them was unthinkable. And yet now he was presuming to enquire into her private affairs. Mr. Sherrarde, Ive already explained to you that I thought there was a late bus from Sunbury. When I found there wasnt, I began to walk back. You went in alone? Annes lavender grey eyes had widened and she clenched her hands. What did he suspect or perhaps know about her meeting with

Ralph Gateworth? The man was the type to boast of his conquests, and those two research students had seen her in the Ring o Bells. She said, with a touch of hysteria, Mr. Sherrarde, you sound almost Victorian! Im quite capable of going into Sunbury alone, and thats what I did. Please dont forget that I trained as a nurse in a London hospital and Ive seen something of the world. Was he remembering that once he had called her little lost girl and held her closely when she had clung to him in bewilderment and terror? Youve begun to remember your life in London? Or has someone reminded you? This male nurse, Gateworth he knows you. Do you remember him? Once again, Anns voice rose to near-hysteria. Ive told you I remember nobody ... neither Beverley nor the children nor Mrs. Woods. His cold eyes seemed to bore into her face. You dont remember whether you were friendly with Gateworth or not, before you came down here? Ann raised her chin, and a note that Mrs. Woods would have recognized was in her voice. Mr. Sherrarde, you have no right to ask me that, but since you do, I can tell you quite definitely that Im sure I was never friendly with him. She was shivering, and though his face retained its thunderous expression, he said quickly, Youre cold and wet. Wed better get to Fountains as quickly as we can. He did not speak again until they came to the rainswept steps of the house. There was a light in the hall which

Ann had left on when she came out, but all the other rooms at the front were in darkness. He gave an exclamation of anger or irritation as he got out of the car, opened the door for her, and ran with her though the driving rain. In the hall, Ann turned to him. Thank you for the lift, she said simply, Goodnight. Is the water hot at this time of night? he demanded. In Anns short experience she had learnt it was not. She shivered again. I shall be all right, she assured him. By this time, he had his finger on a bell and was holding it there. The door leading to the kitchen opened and Mrs. Marchdales thin figure was revealed. Miss Woods is very wet, Sherrarde said. Will you see that her clothes are dried, that she has hot water for her bath, and something hot to drink when she is in bed? The look with which the old woman linked them made Ann shrink, but her voice was respectful. Certainly, sir, she murmured. Ill collect Miss Annes clothes for drying when I take up her tray. Will that be all sir? Ann shot her a quick, nervous glance. Such amiability didnt ring true, when she remembered the womans hostility towards her. Fortunately Mr. Sherrarde seemed satisfied. Get to bed as soon as you can, he advised. Goodnight, Mr. Sherrarde, and ... thank you, Ann said quietly. Dont wait to see me out. Off you go, he ordered. Ann went upstairs and in a few minutes she had stripped off her sodden clothes and shoes.

The bath water was hot and she felt quite warm again by the time she returned to her room. To her surprise there was already a tray with hot milk and biscuits on the bedside table, and her wet clothes had been removed. Mr. Sherrardes word was certainly all-powerful, even at Fountains. She half expected to be awake, but instead she fell asleep almost immediately and did not wake until her alarm clock told her it was time to get up. Averil Pollard said jauntily, Well, thank goodness for Mr. Sherrarde! Its the third time this week that hes taken Mrs. Derhart out in his car, isnt it? And now the children too. Did you hear him say that they wouldnt be back for tea? Good for him! Ann managed to swallow the constriction in her throat and make a sensible reply. But as she went slowly up the shallow, mushroomcarpeted stairs to her own room, she wondered why she stayed on at Fountains. She was utterly miserable, she told herself wildly, as she sat down on the one hard chair which the room possessed, and it wasnt as if anyone really wanted her here. Beverley certainly didnt. For the past week, since that rainy night of Anns meeting with Ralph Gateworth at the Ring o Bells, her patient had shown a very different side to her character from the charming, rather kittenish and sometimes pathetic creature she had seemed earlier. Most days now, she got up, at least in the afternoon, and sometimes in the morning, and drove out, more often than not in Iain Sherrardes car, with the Director of the Institute himself as her escort.

On that morning after Iain had brought Ann back to Fountains, when Ann had gone to her patient she had found Beverley sitting up in bed, her blue eyes narrowed to shining slits. Now, Sister Anne, she had begun, directly the girl had walked into the bedroom, lets get the truth. What were you up to last night? Why did you arrive home all wet and bedraggled? Surely Iain hadnt been rescuing you again! And if so, what from this time? Anns eyes widened in dismay at this outburst and the coarse, almost raucous tone of the other girls voice. In a way, she supposed she owed Beverley an explanation, since she was living in her house. I went into Sunbury, she explained quietly, and I made a mistake about the time of the last bus, so I had to walk, and on the way, Mr. Sherrarde and Doctor Lyntrope stopped to give me a lift. For a moment or two Beverley seemed mollified. Oh, she was there too, was she? she murmured, and then with a change back to her previous tone of accusation she went on. But came here, didnt he, fussing about your having hot water and hot milk and heaven knows what! March is furious. She isnt here to wait on you. Ann stood rigid, her eyes proud. Im sorry about that, but it was no doing of mine. Dont put on that air of touch me not, Beverley cried. Who do you think you are? Youre not too proud to start using your wiles when there are any men around. I saw right from the beginning that youd got

something you with your pale face and your big eyes and your little helpless-looking gestures. I thought Id made it clear right from the beginning that Iain Sherrarde is my property. If you dont keep away from him, Ill make you regret it! Why hadnt she turned then, Ann wondered, and walked out of Fountains, out of Beverley Derharts life ... out of Iain Sherrardes? The break might have been bitter, but at least she would have been spared all the humiliation that had been piled on her since. The real answer to that question, Ann supposed, was that Beverley, having worked herself up into a passion, had then collapsed in a storm of weeping and nervous hysteria which left her a wreck for the rest of the morning. When Doctor Butler called, she was rude to him and refused to consider his suggestion that she should get up and go for a drive by the sea, in the sunshine. Robert Leedon arrived while he was still there, and Beverley immediately turned on her face, buried her head in the pillows and refused to speak to either of them. But when, after lunch, Iain appeared and asked her if she would like a run to the sea, she was immediately all smiles and eager compliance. Ann was ashamed of the unworthiness of her own feelings. Beverley was still an invalid, and the drive in the fresh air would do her a world of good. It was small-minded of her to feel so miserably jealous. She could have borne it better if Iain had been pleasant to her. But he had coupled his icy Good afternoon with one glance equally freezing and had not looked at her again.

In the hall, Mrs. Woods, also dressed for going out, was just taking a last glance at herself in a long mirror. Ann was determined now to speak about Gateworth. Mrs. Woods listened with ill disguised impatience. A boy friend of Annes? Ridiculous! I dont believe a word of it. She has never had the slightest intention of coming down here, so why should she persuade this man to get a post nearby? Gateworth has obviously heard rumors about your loss of memory and used them to make your acquaintance. You should have frozen him off immediately. But perhaps you didnt want to do that! Ann swallowed her annoyance. But I think she began. Mrs. Woods swept her remark aside. Dont think I mind your getting acquainted. Naturally at your age you want a boy friend, and to have a good time. Why not? The girls face went very cold. Mrs. Woods patronizing little sneer seemed to put her on a level with Ralph Gateworth and separate her by a long, long distance from Iain Sherrarde. Mrs. Woods went on. Just a word of warning, Ann. Dont go around upsetting people as you have been doing. Anns eyes grew wide. Whom had she upset? Marchdale? Beverley, Mrs. Woods herself, Iain? I dont understand, she said directly. Mrs. Woods gave her a peculiar look. Dont you? Well, perhaps you do and perhaps you dont. Now lets drop the matter.

On an afternoon a day or two later, Nurse Elliott cycled over to see her former patient and Ann walked through the woodland path to meet her at the gate. Beverley had gone out that afternoon with Robert Leedon and Miss Pollard had taken the children for their riding lesson. Megan almost fell off her cycle in excitement when she saw Ann walking down the road to meet her. Darling Ann, I have missed you! she exclaimed. You were by far our nicest patient. Do you remember anything yet? Ann shook her head. You know, Im living so much in the present that I havent time to think of the past. Well, come to that, Megan admitted candidly, its the present that counts. But, darling, whats this I hear about a boy friend? Oh! Anns lips opened slightly and a faint color crept under her clear skin. The fact that she was so much attracted to Iain Sherrarde was always so near the surface of her mind that she thought of no one else when Megan made her sly remark, and added, Dont become too serious, though. After all, when your memory comes back, you... Anns reply was spontaneous. The return of my memory wont make any difference. This is more important to me than anything that has ever happened before. Megan stared at her incredulously. Ann! But ... The other girl took a grip on herself. She must be going mad, she thought, aghast. She began to laugh. Tell me all about the private wing, Megan. How is Sister? I met your Doctor Whitely, by the way, at a party my ... er ... Beverley gave.

Megan took the hint to change the subject, though she still looked rather shaken. Yes, Frank told me. Whatever made you and your mother allow it? I mean such a big party, with all the excitement? Allow it! Ann gave a laugh. It took place only the day after I left hospital. And if you knew Beverley ... Oh, never mind. Megan respected her reticence on that subject too. She knew a good deal more about Beverley and her doings than she would reveal to Ann. For Frank Whitely and the rest of the medical staff, Mrs. Derhart provided endless scope for gossip and speculation. Youll be coming to hospital soon, for a check-up, wont you? she asked. When is your appointment? Next Wednesday. Anns face was thoughtful. I dont know what Doctor Lievers will say. I havent remembered a single thing. There just hasnt been time to think... Except about the present ... except about the future ... But she did not say that to Megan. All too soon, it seemed, her friend was glancing at her watch. Sorry, Ann, I shant be able to stay to tea. Frank is getting away early and were going dancing. As they came out of Fountains into the spring sunshine, she looked around. Its nice, if you dont mind being buried in the depths of the country. Personally, I find Sunbury too quiet, especially when the season is over. When Ive finished my training...

When youve finished your training, or even before that, youll be getting married... Ann finished for her. Megan looked thoughtful. Im not so sure. Doctors and nurses often get on well together during their training and then when marriage seems in sight, something happens... A quick prick of memory came and went through Anns brain. It had gone, before she could capture it. But it had been like that with someone she knew, she felt sure. Having followed the woodland path, they now began to stroll down the main road. As they approached the entrance to Daintys End, Megan stared at it curiously. I hear Doctor Lyntrope is living there now. She has a job in the Health Department. At first she was in lodgings in Sunbury. Oh, so thats what she does. I wondered. Perhaps Megan heard something guarded in Anns voice, for her eyes began to dance. So you dont like her either! I didnt say so. Do you know her? The other shook her head. I know she has auburn hair and is a manchaser. Sometimes Frank tries to make me jealous, but as I tell him, he doesnt stand an earthly with the Director in competition. Oh, there he is. They had almost reached the big main gates of the Institute. Frank Whitely was standing talking to a tall man, whose back was turned to

them. Megan waved to the young man, who in turn raised his hand. The tall man swung round. Ann stopped abruptly. Ill say goodbye now, Megan. Look out for me next week when I come to hospital. Dont rush off without having a word with Frank, Megan protested. Thats Mr. Sherrarde talking to him. So it is, murmured Ann in a voice that was elaborately casual. Sherrarde had seen them, but he now turned back to the junior doctor, and after a few more words, went into the Institute building without looking again at the two girls. Ann managed to talk normally to Frank Whitely, answering his enquiries about her own health and Beverleys, but as quickly as she could, she disengaged herself and began to walk back slowly. It was stupid to feel like this every time she received a snub from him as if the end of the world had come. He probably hadnt even meant to snub her. He might not have noticed who was approaching, even though he seemed to turn round to look. He might have had an appointment, or urgent work that needed his immediate attention. There could be many reasons why he had not waited to greet anyone of as little importance to him as herself. What she had got to realize, she told herself, as she had done so many times before, was that she had been entirely mistaken about their first meeting. For her, it had been momentous, but for him it had been just ... an incident ... a rather unimportant incident.

CHAPTER TEN ONCE again Ann was walking through the woodland path, this time to take the bus into Sunbury. Mrs. Woods was using one car, and though both she and Beverley knew that it was the day when Ann was going to the hospital, neither had suggested that Burrows should drive her there in the other car. It wasnt a very pleasant day. There was a hint of rain and a keen east wind that tore at Anns rather thin coat. What had happened to the remainder of her clothes? she wondered. Well, she might get to know soon, for she had come to a decision that when she saw the doctor this afternoon, she would tell him that there seemed to be no progress so far as the return of her memory was concerned, and that accordingly she would like him to arrange for her to go back to Queen Fridas. Even if there was something serious that she must face there it would be preferable to going on living at Fountains. She turned her slender shoulder to the wind, wishing the bus would come. She didnt like standing so near to the Institute entrance which was where the bus stop was. Anyone might come out. Iain Sherrarde ... Ralph Gateworth. She shivered. Gateworth had written to her two or three times, and rung her up as often, trying to make dates with her, but she had actually seen nothing of him, for on the one occasion he had called at Fountains, she had been in her room and refused to go down. How cold it was! She wished the bus would come. She was sure it was already overdue and she began to wonder nervously whether it was one

which, once again, ran on Saturdays only. She did not turn when she heard a car, but when it stopped beside her she glanced round. Iain Sherrarde said, from a thin mouth, set in a pale, furious face, Get in the car, please. Afterwards, Ann was to ask herself angrily why she had obeyed so meekly. But at the time she just didnt think at all. Her heart was beating furiously, and excitement at seeing him colored her face like a rose. As she sat down he leaned forward, closed the door and drove on. Ann took one look at his face and then stared ahead of her, her eyes troubled. Of course, she did see him quite often, for he came to visit Beverley and the children at Fountains, and called for them when he took them out in his car, but it was seldom that he exchanged more than a brief cool greeting with her. It just seemed as if he hadnt any time for her at all since that night he had taken her, soaked almost to the skin, back to Fountains. She was thinking of that occasion wondering whether he had found out that she had been with Gateworth, wondering how she could make him understand. But how could she talk to a man who had an expression so cold and implacable? The fact that he thought she was Anne Woods didnt help matters either Anne Woods who... Miserably she recalled that yesterday Averil Pollard, who had been out with Beverley and the children in the afternoon in Mr. Sherrardes car, had said facetiously when she returned, Your sister was giving Mr.

Sherrarde the gen on your matrimonial intentions. I couldnt help overhearing. She has such a penetrating voice. My matrimonial intentions! Anns voice had faltered. Yes, the fact that you had chosen nursing simply with the idea of meeting a rich patient the more elderly the better and marrying him. Was he too remembering that revelation as he sat glowering ahead of him? From his grim expression it was obvious that his thoughts were not very pleasant. Even so, she was taken completely by surprise when he said, through almost clenched teeth, Have you no pride at all no sense of fitness? Hanging about outside the Institute, waiting for that fellow? As he spoke, he drew in at the side of the road. Ann stared back at him with a look of outrage. Did he deliberately try to put the worst construction on her every action? Was there no end to the ways he chose of misunderstanding whatever she did? Just one small, courteous question would have elicited from her the information that she was going to a hospital appointment, but he hadnt thought fit to ask it. He preferred to think of her as cheap, scheming and man-chasing. In the next few minutes, Iain Sherrarde delivered himself of a good deal that had evidently been simmering in his mind for some time. Burrows

came into it, and Gateworth, and the despicable reason that had lain at the back of her choice of nursing as a career. Anns face was ashen and there was something cold and dead inside her where her heart should have been. Anne Woods might be all the things he had said, but if he had had one spark of understanding, one spark of feeling for her herself, he would have known that these things couldnt be true of her. She fumbled blindly with the catch of the door. Ill walk to the next bus stop, Mr. Sherrarde. He jerked her hand away from the door. I refuse to allow you to go back to wait for that fellow, he said with a dark, bitter look. Have you no pride? Anns lavender grey eyes 'were very wide. And how are you going to prevent my doing so? she challenged, the pride of which he had accused her of lacking flaming on her face and edging every word she spoke. He pulled the starter. Like this, he said briefly, and stepped on the accelerator. Ann sat father limply in her corner, her face all at once small and pinched. It was as if a cold wind had blown upon some delicate blossom, blighting it before it could come to flower. As they came into Sunbury, he said, Where may I drop you? Somewhere near the hospital.

The hospital! His face changed and his voice sharpened. Why, Ann ... are you ill? Worse, I mean? Her expression kept him at a fair distance. I have an appointment to see Doctor Lievers. It was made before I left the hospital. Sherrardes car swung towards the front of the main block, but Ann made to stop him. Will you please put me down here and Ill go in at this side entrance, she said. Nurse Elliott brought me a message from Sister to say that Im not to wait in the out-patients department. Doctor Lievers is going to see me in the private wing. He stopped the car and opened the door for her to get out. How are you getting back to Fountains? Ann raised her small chin. She was about to tell him the truth that she would be going back by bus. And then something primitive in her that she had not known was there made her lips curve. I expect I shall go back on the pillion of Ralphs motorcycle, she smiled. He will guess that I thumbed a lift in to Sunbury and he will be waiting for me when Ive finished at the hospital. An iceberg could not have looked colder than Iain Sherrarde did then. He slammed the door of the car and drove off without a word of farewell. Ann watched him go, wondering how she was going to present a bright, unworried face in the private wing. No one must guess how miserable she felt, how shaken and how humiliated. On her way up, she went into a cloakroom and put more color on her lips. Sister might be so occupied

in disapproving of her too heavily painted mouth that she would not make any remarks about her wan face or notice that her eyes were so heavy. She would never forgive Iain Sherrarde for all that he had said to her this afternoon. She wouldnt stay at Fountains a day longer than she need. If Doctor Lievers suggested that she stay in hospital this afternoon, she would do so. She found Megan in the kitchen at the end of the corridor. Why, Ann darling, the young nurse said brightly. How are you keeping? She cast a quick glance at her friend. You look fine. I am fine, replied Ann stoutly, and told herself that the pain in her heart was purely imaginary. It couldnt possibly be a real one. Hearts didnt break into pieces in the way hers felt as if it was doing. Sister is in her room. Youd better see her right away, pet. I dont know whether Lievers is up here yet. Hes going to see you in Sisters room in his tea break. Thats the sort of V.I.P. treatment youre getting! Then Id better not keep him waiting, Ann replied, and then forcing herself into sociability, she asked, Did you have a good time on Tuesday? Marvellous, Megan replied smilingly. Been doing anything much yourself? Not much. But of course, hes been away, hasnt he? Megan was watching the milk she was heating on the stove very fixedly. After all, it was

practically on the boil. Ann stood very still. She had forgotten that Megan had guessed her pathetic little secret. Oh, they all come and go, she said airily. Megan raised a face that was all at once bright. Im glad to hear you say that, pet! Frank and I were terribly afraid that you might get yourself seriously involved just because you were bored and lonely. Anns smile was puzzled. Really? But, Megan, I must go. She hurried away, swallowing quickly and trying to keep composed. She knocked at the door and at the same time heard two voices. So Doctor Lievers was already here. Probably she would now be spared any of Sisters remarks. The doctor rose as she entered, smiled at her and told her she was looking very well. After they were seated, he began to chat, at the same time studying the file which Sister had passed over to him. He seemed pleased when Ann told him that life was so full she never had time to ponder on the past. Thats all to the good, he assured her. I rather think now that the memory of your past life will come back to you quite gradually odd facts here and there till youll find that everything has suddenly grown quite clear. Such as that fact. Ann pointed a slender forefinger at the form he was studying. It was a routine hospital form name of patient, address, date of birth, and it was this last line which had caught Anns eye and about which she now commented.

Ive remembered that my birthday is in April, not October ... and Im twenty-three, not twenty-four. The doctor and Sister both raised their heads to look at her. Sister began slowly, But... Lievers said nothing, but the look on his face was guarded. And then all at once Ann realized the extent of her blunder. She had remembered that her birthday was in April ... memories of daffodils blowing under the trees and tulips like stiff little soldiers beginning to show gleams of color in their green helmets, but October must be the birthday of the Anne Woods she was impersonating, and Mrs. Woods herself must have given the hospital all this information. She saw Doctor Lievers exchange a glance with Sister and shake his head as if warning her to make no further addition to that startled But ... He passed on quickly to other remarks and questions and finally closed the folder. Thats all this time, Miss Woods. Youre making excellent progress. Dont you agree, Sister? Id like to see those cheeks of hers a little less hollow, remarked Sister in her forthright manner. Are you getting proper meals, child? Of course, Sister. Then youre not getting enough sleep, was the sharp reply. Are you working too hard?

Not too hard. Ann forced her voice to gaiety. The lipstick hadnt deceived Sister after all, but then Megan had always said very ruefully that one never deceived Sister no matter how much one tried. The shrewd eyes continued to examine Anns face. There was no reference at all to the lipstick. I can see what youre thinking, Sister. We ought to see her more often, Lievers remarked, as he got up. All right, Sister, arrange for next week at this time again. Oh, but... Anns face was disturbed. She couldnt be away from Fountains very often. Beverley had protested about her going out this afternoon, and Miss Pollard had now got used to her having responsibility for the children for part of the afternoon, if Iain Sherrarde wasnt taking them out in his car. Doctor Lievers had given her his apparently absent-minded smile and had gone, so there was only Sister to hear her protest. Sister, I feel so well. It seems such a waste of time when Im so busy... As a trained nurse, you should know that taking care of your health is never a waste of time, the other replied, making a note on the appointment sheet. Do you get into the fresh air as much as you should? I go for walks with the children. What about social life? Theres Matrons Ball very soon. Are you going to that?

Ann felt as if a cold trickle of water had just passed down her spine. Something had happened at a Matrons Ball a long time ago something she didnt want to remember. She forced a laugh. I dont suppose so. Iain would be going, of course ... and Doctor Lyntrope, she thought. As soon as she could decently do so, she escaped from the private wing and made her way towards the bus terminus. The vehicle was already full and she had to stand for part of the way. Though that was preferable, a million times preferable to returning with Iain Sherrarde. But what had become of her resolution to tell Doctor Lievers that she had made a mistake in choosing to go to Fountains, that she wanted to change her mind and go back to Queen Fridas? She had been determined on that course before she met Iain Sherrarde this afternoon, and that encounter with him and the brutal accusations he had made against her had hardened her resolution still further. If ever a man had shown contempt, he had shown it for her. She thought: I cant even make up my mind and keep a decision. Im like a leaf in the wind blown here and there. I ought to have some treatment, obviously. She tried to tell herself that she had said nothing to Doctor Lievers this week because it would be unfair not to prepare Mrs. Woods. She couldnt leave her without warning. Her mind flickered for a moment over Sisters reference to Matrons Ball ... to that flash of memory that had come and gone when the phrase was first mentioned. What was

there in that life behind her at Queen Fridas that she wanted to turn her back upon? There was a letter for her next morning in handwriting that she recognized with a sickly chill. Ive been away for a spot of leave, sweetie, and only got back at the beginning of the week. I hope youve missed me. Meet me this afternoon during my time off four oclock sharp at the gate at the end of the wood. Youd better! There seemed something horribly sinister in that last little phrase. What was he threatening now? She told herself that the worst he could do was to tell Iain she was a fraud and impostor, but as he thought so badly of her already, what did that matter? She bit her lip nervously. There was another possibility. Gateworth had been on leave, probably to London, probably searching for the real Anne Woods. If he had made enquiries at Queen Fridas he might have found out that a certain Ann Wood had also trained there. What else might he have learned? It was the not knowing, the uncertainty of it all that caused her this insidious worry. Yet for most of the morning she was quite definite in her mind that she would ignore the letter and fail to keep the appointment. By lunch-time, however, she had changed her mind. It he had found out something about her, it was better to know the worst. After that, she could go ahead with her plans to leave Fountains. She had planned to ask Averil to keep the children with her that afternoon, but when she managed to extricate herself from Beverleys

demands, and went in search of the governess, she found that the girl had already gone out and the children were dressed ready for their walk. Miss Pollard had got them ready early, Emma explained, because she wanted to do some shopping and Burrows was taking the car into Sunbury. Ann saw that there was nothing else for it but to take the children out herself, for now they were dressed, they would make a scene if someone didnt. A few minutes later they were all outside in the pale sunshine. The children ran ahead and then came running back to point out their discoveries, a curiously shaped tree, a stone which might be a diamond, a marble which they had lost ages and ages ago. They led the way, making for their favorite spot, the copse where they usually inveigled Miss Pollard or herself to play hide and seek. It was during such a game that they had twice managed to slip away from their governess and fall, as that young woman expressed it into Doctor Lyntropes clutches. So though Ann agreed to play, she kept a wary eye on the two and managed to forestall any inclination to wander towards the road. She had now made up her mind that she herself was not going anywhere near the gate. She refused to entertain the idea of talking to Gateworth with the children in earshot. Guy was already enquiring whether it was time for tea, and as the fickle pale sun had gone and the wind was blowing cold, Ann decided that

they had better go back to the house. It was then that trouble started. Guy, racing ahead, tripped over a branch and fell, catching his knee on a stone. The resulting cut was not deep, but he insisted on having a handkerchief bound round it, and while she was attending to him, Ann lost sight of Emma. Where is she? she demanded of Guy, who looked completely innocent as he said he didnt know. Ann took a quick look about her, feeling a little more sympathy with Miss Pollard than she had previously done. If one of the children ran away, you couldnt easily pursue, because you had to keep an eye on the other one who would probably hang back, as Guy was doing now, declaring that his leg was hurting, and he couldnt hurry. Now she must either leave him or take the chance of Emmas getting on to the road. All right, darling. Stay here until Ive caught Emma, she said. Guy immediately set up a yell, declaring he didnt want to be left. He had a poor leg. Ann took a sharp glance at him and saw that there were merely delaying tactics. So she released her hand and said briefly, Guy, stay where you are. Dont dare to move. Ill be back in a few moments. She ran down the path, turned to the left and hurried in the direction of the road. She should be quicker than Emma and arrive at the gate before her.

But when she did reach the gate there was no sign of the little girl. Only the man she had resolved not to meet. No need for running. You arent as late as all that, he said. Unless and now his smile broadened you couldnt wait to see me. Its seemed an age, beautiful. Ive felt the same. Ann drew away from his caressing hand. I havent come to meet you. Ive got the children with me, and Emma has run away. She cant have run far, the man said easily. Shell turn up. In the meantime... Ann turned away. She had planned to wait here for Emma, but perhaps it would be better to go back for Guy. If she comes, keep her from going in the road. I must go back to Guy. She ran back in the direction from which she had come. Now Gateworth was there, she might as well make use of him. She could leave Guy in his care while she searched for Emma. But there wasnt a sign of Guy on the path where she had left him. She looked about her. Had she made a mistake? But no, the stone was there on which she had sat while she bound up his knee. Emma had probably doubled back on her tracks and persuaded him to run off with her. Ann stared around, but there was no sign of them. They had brought games of hide and seek to a very fine art. The only thing now was to enlist Gateworths aid. They must both keep watch on the road, or perhaps he would search while she kept watch.

He was still waiting and appeared very amused at her distress. What are you so upset about? he demanded. Surely youre not afraid of getting the sack like that other popsie that looks after them? Miss Pollard! Do you know her? I made it my business to get acquainted. I told her I knew you pretty well and that we were ... sort of ... attached. You had no right to tell her that, Ann retorted indignantly. You know it isnt true. Well, one can always hope, he replied impudently. Doctor Whitely and his girl friend know about us ... and a few other people. Ann found herself going hot and cold as she stared at him. No wonder Megan had seemed embarrassed and her teasings had held a warning note. She hadnt been referring to Iain, but to ... And with others at the Institute believing there was something between her and Gateworth, no wonder Iain had had the same idea. I ... Ann felt like taking to her heels and putting as much distance as she possibly could between herself and this hateful creature. How was she ever going to extricate herself? And then she remembered her missing charges. She hadnt time to be thinking about her own difficulties. She looked up and down the road, but there was no sign of Emma and Guy. Further along, the high wall gave place to iron railings through which a child might easily slip. Please stay here and watch that the children dont come through the gate, she requested.

What are you worrying about, beautiful? Theyll be all right. Where can they be? Playing in the woods, of course, he responded easily. Now stop worrying about them for five minutes, and listen to all Ive found out at Queen Fridas. Despite her anxiety, Ann stopped dead, staring at him with a white face. What do you mean? she asked. He laughed in an odious, teasing manner. I thought that might interest you. But first about Anne my Anne or shall we say my other Anne. Ann shrank. Suddenly she didnt want to hear anything he had to say. She was sure it would all be lies. There was a horrible hint of cruelty in his eyes and in his voice, I must look for Emma and Guy. Why! A dog had run from the gate leading into the copse and was barking vociferously. Hullo, old boy. Good dog. Oh, if only the children hear him barking, theyll come. They adore dogs. Which is more than I do. Get away, you brute! He kicked out at the little animal, which barked louder than ever. Then an imperious voice called, Peter, heel! and the animal obediently ran in the direction of the voice. A moment later Doctor Lyntrope appeared. Have you seen anything of the children, Doctor Lyntrope? Ann asked, forgetting in her anxiety what she was giving away.

Do you mean that youve let them stray now? Maureen Lyntropes face tried to register dismay and horror, but there was more of triumph in her eyes than any other emotion. Theyre playing hide and seek among the trees, Ann replied hastily, Goodbye, Mr. Gateworth. But, Anne, youre not going yet, surely. Ive still got heaps to say to you, sweetie, and he put out a hand to detain her. Doctor Lyntropes sharp blue eyes went from one to the Perhaps Id better go to look for the children, she said significantly. Ann did not bother to make any reply. She ran back through the gate into the copse. She searched desperately for several minutes, and all at once came upon them, chasing each other merrily round a tree, Guy apparently having forgotten all about his poor leg. Anns clean handkerchief with which it had been bound was nowhere in sight. She took the childrens hands and said firmly, Youre two little horrors. No wonder Miss Pollard lost you twice. I can see how its done now. Were going home immediately. They both began to shout that they did not want to go home, though before Emma had run away, they had been demanding tea. Ann tried to look stern. I want my tea now. And we wont come up here among the trees any more until you learn not to run away. But we didnt run on to the road, Emma pointed out righteously.

Ann agreed that they hadnt, and was just reflecting that this might show a slight improvement in their behavior, when Guy added naively, No, we thought the witch might get us if we went on to the road. Youll have to promise not to run away at any time, Ann said, before ever I bring you up here again. They suddenly gripped her hands more tightly. The Witch has come into the woods after us! Emma suddenly screamed hysterically. Auntie Anne, dont let her take us away. We wont run away again. The witch! The witch! roared Guy, and burst into tears, flinging himself at Ann. Dont let the witch take us, Auntie Anne. We didnt go out onto the road this time. We didnt! We didnt! Doctor Lyntrope said icily, So youve found them. Whats wrong with them? Why are they shouting like that? Youve no more control over them than that other person. Mr. Sherrarde is going to hear of this. Shes a witch, wailed Guy. Shell turn us all into toads and we shall have to live under a stone and hop like this. He curved his small back with the instinctive mimicry of childhood and began an absurd jumping and trying to dive under a stone. What on earth is the boy talking about? Doctor Lyntrope demanded now, her color rising. Emma, never backward when any candid remarks were flying round, said defiantly, Hes talking about you. He says youre a witch, and I think you are too, but I dont think you can turn us into toads.

Her big blue eyes were blazing with excitement, but there was a half defiant, half fearful expression on her face. Suppose she did turn them into toads? she was thinking. The thought was too much for Emma, even lady toads, werent pretty. She too clutched Ann and began to howl fearfully. Gateworth had refused to be shaken off either, and he had been a grinning observer of the whole scene. You dont seem to be exactly popular, sister, he observed, in his hateful pseudo-American drawl. It was all too much for Doctor Lyntrope. She pulled hard at the leads of her two dogs, who were adding to the confusion by barking loudly, pulling them behind her. Ann gasped. Gateworth was a fool to be so impertinent, and as to the children, they had made an unfortunate situation very much worse by their reactions to the woman doctors appearance. Doctor Lyntrope would be all set to make trouble ... a good deal of trouble, Emma and Guy, stop crying at once, she commanded clearly. Before we go, you must apologize to Doctor Lyntrope. Come along. Say youre sorry for being rude, both of you. Emma came out of her hiding place under Anns coat and wiped her tear-smudged face with a begrimed handkerchief which Ann recognized as Guys late knee bandage. But Im not sorry, she yelled rebelliously. Im not! Im not!

Atta kid, congratulated the grinning Gateworth. Youre a girl after my own heart. Ann snapped at him, Will you be quiet! and then she stared hopelessly after the retreating figure with the two poodles. It was obvious that Maureen was in no more of a mood to accept apologies than the children were to make them. Ann sincerely hoped that she hadnt heard Emmas latest piece of defiance. Well go home, then, she said grimly. Come along. She jerked at Emma, who had now forgotten Doctor Lyntrope and defiance in wide-eyed admiration of this young man Auntie Annes young man, Miss Pollard had called him when they had met him once before. I want him to come with us, she announced, pointing a grimy forefinger at the grinning Gateworth. And so I will, beautiful, that young man assured her. Lets get going. Emma would willingly have released Auntie Annes hand in favor of this fascinating stranger, but Ann held on grimly. Please dont make things more awkward, Mr. Gateworth, she begged in a low voice. Im afraid that Doctor Lyntrope will complain to the childrens guardian Mr. Sherrarde about their behavior. You could see that she was very angry. Well, if I dont come with you now, when am I to see you, beautiful? he enquired.

Emma tugged jealously at his arm as he came near to Ann. You called me beautiful before, she pouted. So I did, beautiful. And thats what you are or what you will be when youre a big girl. Youll break a few hearts in your time, I shouldnt wonder. Stop talking such nonsense to the child, Ann frowned. She hadnt the least doubt that at some time or other these remarks were going to be repeated in Iain Sherrardes hearing. Why, I believe youre jealous. He roared with laughter and flicked his finger at Emmas rounded pink cheek. Shes jealous, isnt she, beautiful? Ann had had enough. She was to blame, she supposed, for indulging in any conversation at all with the creature. With compressed lips she urged the children on, Guy willing enough at another reminder of tea, but Emma hanging back to smile, showing her extravagantly pearly teeth at everything Gateworth said. Ann began to appreciate more and more Iain Sherrardes concern for his young charges. Gateworth had the sense to leave them when they entered the gardens of Fountains. But weve got to have that talk, he reminded her significantly. Well meet you tomorrow, Emma said readily. We always go out in the afternoon, dont we, Auntie Anne? Ann shook her head and demanded coldly that Emma should hurry.

Ill let you have another card, Gateworth said. And youd better come unencumbered. He looked significantly at the children. Ann did not deign to reply. She didnt, at the moment, feel particularly worried about Gateworth and his threats, which she was sure were empty. It was what Maureen Lyntrope would tell Iain that was worrying her. As they went towards the house, Guy remarked thoughtfully: Auntie Anne, I dont like that man. Do you? No, returned Ann briefly. I think hes a gentleman witch, dont you, Auntie Anne? He addressed himself to his aunt, but his look of accusation was for his sister. He isnt! He isnt! she screamed. And then, triumphantly, There isnt such a thing as a gentleman witch, is there, Auntie Anne? I believe they are sometimes called wizards, Ann returned. But Im sure Mr. Gateworth isnt one of those. Guy pondered. Then hes a gentleman witch, he declared. He isnt! He isnt! Ann separated the children as they fought and struggled beside the steps. She was sorry this idea had come to Guy. She felt more convinced than ever that sooner or later the complete episode would be detailed to Iain Sherrarde. And his opinion of her would be lower than it already was.

CHAPTER ELEVEN THE telephone bell fang just before dinner-time, and Ann, who was in her room, went out to answer it. But hearing Mrs. Woods voice in the hall, she closed her door again. A few minutes later, with the most perfunctory of knocks, Mrs. Woods, her face red with anger, and her voice raised with irritation, entered the room. That was Mr. Sherrarde, in the hell of a temper, she announced crudely. Ann shrank. She had expected repercussions about this afternoons happenings, and had been nerving herself since she arrived back at Fountains. But she had fully expected that Iain would descend on her here, in all his arrogance. She had not anticipated the coldness of a telephone complaint and not even direct to her. She was thoroughly worked up, and now, to her horror, tears threatened to overcome her. Mrs. Woods stared at her in exasperation. How much good had she done by bringing this girl here to Fountains? There seemed to have been even more trouble since she came than there had been before. Mrs. Woods had no patience with tears. Why on earth had you to take Emma and Guy into that copse near Daintys End? she demanded. You know that Lyntrope woman is always there with her wretched dogs. I didnt know. I never even thought of her, Ann replied miserably.

She wasnt really thinking of Mrs. Woods and her arrogance. She was reflecting that she had reached another stage in her relationship with Iain Sherrarde. He wouldnt bother now to see her personally to be unpleasant. He had preferred to make his complaints by telephone and to Mrs. Woods. But she was whipped to furious resentment at the womans next words. Who is this man youre meeting on the sly? Thats what Mr. Sherrarde is so furious about. Taking the children along when you were going how did he put it? to an assignation. Horrible word, and horrible man for using it, the girl retorted spiritedly. I dont suppose he thought of it first. It sounds much more like that Lyntrope creature. But hes certainly in a fury. You were meeting someone, I take it. Who was it? A male nurse from the Institute. It was only by chance that I saw him. I told you about him some time ago. He claims to be engaged to ... your daughter Anne. Mrs. Woods gave a scornful little laugh. Oh, that fellow! Anne engaged to a male nurse! Dont believe it. Shes determined to do as well for herself as Beverley did. She has always sworn she would. He has been on leave and he says he has found out something ... at Queen Fridas. Mrs. Woods gave a contemptuous gesture. Hes a cheap blackmailer just trying it on. My advice to you is to keep him at a distance.

She went out of the room, leaving Ann staring miserably into space. She must get away from Fountains soon, or she would have no self-respect left. She expected sarcasm and reproach from Beverley about the latest storm from Mr. Sherrarde in connection with the children, but on the following morning when she went into the lovely pink and cream room, she found her patient already up and full of excited chatter about the Matrons Ball and the dress she had decided to order from London. We must do something about you, too, Sister Anne, she said, with an upward sweep of her devastating lashes. Youd like a new dress, I expect. Anns expression was surprised. But I cant go ... I havent anyone ... mean ... Were both going, in Mr. Sherrardes party, Beverley returned calmly. Why not, SisterAnne? So he hes taking a party? Of course. After all, hes the most eminent member of the medical profession in this part of the country. Yes ... of course. Something was suddenly aching in her throat. Beverley had stated, quite simply, something that Ann was always in danger of forgetting the simple truth that Iain Sherrarde was a very important man and held a very high position in the medical world.

She forced herself to a smile and a shrug. You surely wont be going, Beverley? Doctor Butler has relaxed a good many of his restrictions, but hell draw the line at that. No, the other smiled. He has given me permission to go provided I stay with the official party all highly decorous, she added with a coquettish flutter of her lashes. The ball only livens up after the official party has left. We, or at least I, shall leave with them. But theres no reason for you to do so, especially if your boy friend is there. She either didnt see, or decided to ignore Anns expression, as she continued, Mummy tells me you were necking with him when that sneak Lyntrope intervened. Too bad! The woman isnt, human except where Iain is concerned, and then, damn her, shes much too human. Ann swallowed her anger and humiliation. What was the good of protesting? Beverley would only laugh. Youll have to go into Sunbury and get something to wear. Beverley was examining her nails. Theres a shop Mummy sometimes patronizes they have some quite nice things. Ann was glad that Robert Leedon arrived at that point, and his light eyes grew unpleasant

when he heard the news. Who says youre well enough to attend a function of that kind? he demanded. Beverley pouted at him. Its nothing to do with you, Lee. You arent my doctor, and if Doctor Butler says it will be all right, it is all right. If you do go, therell be no question of your dancing, or of your staying late, he warned. Oh, I shall go with the official party and be very proper, she promised him. And of course I shall take Sister Anne to chaperone me, as well as my two watchdogs. He slanted a pale glance at her. Your two watchdogs? Great blue eyes were widened in a manner reminiscent to Ann of her small daughter. Darling Lee, wont you be going, after all? Of course I shall be going, he replied. I shall certainly be there as your watchdog, but as to the other... Anns lashes flickered as she began to pick up the fashion magazines which Beverley had strewn all over the carpet. But, darling, Im going in Iains party. And you know how fiercely hell guard me.

Will he? was the query. I imagine the Director will be escorting his aunt and Doctor Lyntrope. The girl shrugged pettishly. Theyll be in his party, of course, but do you really think hell look at that ginger cat when Im around, Lee? And by the way, clever Sister Anne here let the children run riot again yesterday, and Iain is furious and champing and chafing about the poor little darlings being in need of care and protection. Ann realized her color was mounting as they both stared at her. They werent running riot, she protested. I dont know what Doctor Lyntrope told Mr. Sherrarde, but Mummy engaged you to keep them away from that woman, interrupted Beverley, all her claws out now. A fine lot of use you are, and so I told her earlier on. Oh, you neednt look at Lee. You dont suppose he was ever deceived by that Sister Anne act, do you? Hes known me too long. Robert Leedon put in angrily, More to the point, Beverley, is this that youve got to make Sherrarde understand once and for all that the children are yours, not his. While he holds the purse strings Beverley stopped. All right, Sister Anne, scram. Youre far too much in evidence when youre not needed. Go and see if you can exert a little authority over the children for once.

Leedons expression was almost apologetic as he opened the door for Ann. She went out of the room, scarcely noticing him, any more than she had noticed Beverleys rudeness. Was Iain Sherrarde contemplating sending the children away now? But they couldnt send children as small as Emma and Guy to school. Ann was again in evidence that afternoon when Iain Sherrarde arrived to invite Beverley for a drive. She had been quite pleasant again, having sent for Ann to repair a faulty seam in a silk petticoat. But now her tongue became barbed. Darling Iain, Im quite well. Dont misjudge the presence of Nurse Anne. I thought she would do less damage here than with the children, who have gone out with Miss Pollard. This time Anns face was not expressionless. She folded up the froth of pink silk and lace and made for the door, not looking at Iain. But Beverley couldnt resist another thrust. Anne will be happier when shes back at her real job, wont you, darling? Youve always been so very frank about it, havent you? The chasing up of a wealthy patient Perhaps Iain has somebody at the Institute who might do. But no, youve already got a boy friend there, havent you? What do you suggest, Iain? Ann did not wait to hear any more. She hurried on to her own room, trying to stifle her indignation. She was a fool to mind so much. She ought to concentrate on the fact that Beverley was really a sick woman and not always responsible for what she said. She ought to do her best to forgive the bitterness of a young woman who had once lived a vivid,

exciting life and who now was condemned to what for her was the sheer boredom of a semi-invalid existence. It was several days later that Iain appeared in the childrens nursery and said in a curt voice, Miss Woods, Id like to speak to you. To her annoyance, Ann found that she was trembling. It had seemed so long since he had spoken to her directly. Averil Pollard swept the reluctant children to the door. Were all just going out, she said brightly. The children lingered, but Iain suggested they should go down to see what he had left on the front seat of his car, and they flew away. He closed the door behind them and leaned against it. Im sorry youre taking up this foolish attitude about Gateworths dismissal, he rasped. It was a decision made by Matron and endorsed by the committee. This was quite the last thing Ann had expected to hear. Her face registered her surprise. Has he been dismissed? You didnt know? It was his turn to be surprised. Anns small face was cold. Why should I know? But I understood ... His voice sounded grim. That is, your sister said you had kept him dangling for a long time, but she thought you were really very fond of him.

Did she? Ann smiled bleakly. She must have been in one of her moods, Mr. Sherrarde, when she told you that. I never saw the man until I came to Fountains. Then his dismissal means nothing to you? There was a sudden tension in the room. Of course not! The silence that came after her words had a quality that could almost be felt. Ann broke it deliberately. Why was he dismissed? For neglecting his duties. Ann shrugged. Miss Pollard and the children will be waiting for me. She could not understand this visit. She felt sure that he had not come just to tell her that Gateworth was leaving. Unless he had hoped that she would say immediately that she too would go ... perhaps that that was what he wanted. Theyll go without you, he said indifferently, not moving from the door against which he was still leaning. She found his narrowed scrutiny embarrassing and turned away. No, were taking them into Sunbury for Miss Pollards birthday treat to look at the swans on the harbor and to see if there are any water chicks yet. Theyll be up here again in a moment. With a slight movement of his shoulder he pushed himself from his leaning position. Youre right. Here they come. But what I want to know is why you are refusing to accompany Beverley and Mrs. Woods to the Matrons Ball.

Ann stood very still. Although Beverley and her mother talked of very little else at the moment, there had been no mention of Anns accompanying them, after that first idle invitation from Beverley. There has hardly been any suggestion that I should go, she replied quietly, and then remembering the fact that she had no dress, she went on, and of course I shall not go. His face changed, darkened. So Beverley was right. She said you would make any sort of excuse not to go, once you knew Gateworth wouldnt be there. Beverley must have forgotten, Ann told him in a flat voice, though her heart was beating high with indignation, that I cant go. She looked at him and stars shone in her eyes, stars of anger. What did they think she was, Mrs. Woods and Beverley? What were they trying to do to her? You cant go? But why not? Beverley thought you would go to be with her, and then when our party left, she was going to allow you to stay behind and dance with ... your friend. She had it planned like that Mrs. Woods has spoken of it too. Such petty treachery on the part of mother and daughter puzzled Ann. They had guessed, she supposed, that even if Iain broached the subject to her and that would seem unlikely she would not tell him her real reason for not going. Cinderella! Anns lips curved slightly. No, she did not see herself in that role.

And now the children were back in the room demanding that Ann should hurry. Were not going by bus after all, Emma announced. Burrows is going to drive us there. As Ann had heard Mrs. Woods directing the handyman to some tasks in the basement, she stared. However she said nothing till they got down to the terrace where Averil was talking to Burrows. Mr. Burrows had to go into Sunbury later, so hes decided to do his errands now and take us at the same time, Averil explained. Ann shook her head. No, well go by bus. She turned to Sherrarde. Goodbye, Mr. Sherrarde. Ill drive you into Sunbury, he offered. The children greeted this with approval. Will you bring this car when you take Mummy to Matrons Ball? Guy demanded. No, Burrows will take everybody from here in the new car, Mr. Sherrarde said, looking directly at Ann. Auntie Anne isnt going, Emma informed him. Mummy says so. Mummy says she hasnt got a dress. Iain swung round to look at Ann, and then, conscious of the interest on the faces of Miss Pollard, Burrows, and the children, he laughed. You ladies are all the same, Emma. Youve never got anything fit to wear when youre going out. Now then, in you get, he said, opening the front door. Your aunt and Miss Pollard will sit behind.

Anns face was embarrassed. But you said you were busy, she protested. Not as busy as all that, he returned, his glance sparing her. Miss Pollard. Averil came with a certain amount of reluctance which she did not dare to express until later, and under her breath to Ann. This is spoiling the outing for me, she muttered. Why couldnt you have let Burrows take us, Anne? I heard Mrs. Woods giving him enough work to last for two afternoons, Ann replied. Dont you realize, Averil, that what she had against you before was that you were wasting Burrows time? He is good-natured and will do anything for you, but youll lose him his job unless youre careful. Hed rather work at the Institute, Averil said now, rather sulkily. He only stays at Fountains because of me. Ann let that pass and turned her thoughts to her own predicament. Oh, what bad luck that the subject of the Ball had come up in the childrens hearing. Nothing would stop Emma from declaring the truth, particularly when it was inconvenient to her hearers. And now ... Ann bit her lip. Whatever happened, she would not let Iain Sherrarde buy her a dress. If he dared to mention it... The children at least enjoyed the outing. They prowled round one of the stores, found their present for Miss Pollard a packet of very highly colored and highly scented soap which was carefully secreted in Iain

Sherrardes overcoat pocket and at which the children kept sniffing delightedly, much to Anns amusement. Miss Pollard had been despatched to a cafe to reserve a table for tea while this secret operation was performed. She was waiting for them outside and then they all went on to the harbor front to see the swans and feed them with bread which Miss Pollard had thoughtfully provided. She took charge of the children and began to point out the various kinds of craft in the harbor, of which it seemed she had a fair knowledge. Miss Pollards brother helps to build boats, Guy announced in explanation. Ann thought, approvingly, she is good with the children when she is teaching them new things. I hope Iain notices. But of course he would. There was so little that ever escaped his keen eyes and hearing. As they walked round the bay to the place where the moorhens were swimming, he said to Ann, Im glad we gave that girl another chance. Shes better with the children than I realized. A pity, in a way, that weve decided to send them to school. Ann stopped in her tracks. Youve decided to send them to school? she ejaculated. But I thought ... When are they to go? Next term. It was his turn to look surprised. Surely you knew. Surely your mother and Beverley... They havent spoken of it to me.

He looked incredulous. But you must have realized that thats why Ive been at Fountains so often, lately trying to hammer out some sort of solution. Beverley has said so often that you didnt want to be bothered with them, and Doctor Lyntrope seemed to think that they were so out of hand that no one could cope with them. After all, you, just as much as Miss Pollard, have been unable to prevent their running away. Last time, Mrs. Woods was very upset about the whole business. She said she was tired of carrying the responsibility alone. Shed had such hopes of you, but youd let her down. And then Maureen came along with details of this school. Its run just like a big family... A family! ejaculated Ann bitterly. But thats just what a school isnt. It isnt ideal, Sherrarde returned, his handsome eyes scanning her face anxiously. Anne, I didnt realize you had no knowledge of this. I didnt realize youd care so much. Its nothing to do with me, I suppose, but Of course it has something to do with you. His voice was sharp. Youre their aunt. Ann longed to tell him that she was nothing of the sort. But she couldnt betray Mrs. Woods and Beverley, no matter how much they had let her down. Next term? she said dully. I just cant believe it. Your sister and mother seemed to think you would soon be going back to er your job. Beverley is very much better in health than she was, but she is not strong enough yet to take charge of them. Its not

fair to throw the full responsibility on to Mrs. Woods. So I had to make a some decision. Yes, said Ann again dully. It had come then the time when she must leave Fountains and go back and face her past. Emma and Guy had run back to them and were urging them to hurry or the water chicks would have swum away. The time for any talk of a private nature had gone. They played with the children on the beach for half an hour and then it was time for tea. Now came the ceremony of handing over the present, and Averil was suitably taken by surprise and professed herself enchanted by the highly scented pink and lavender and yellow tablets that the two children displayed. Emma, never backward at dropping a hint, said, Wed like to use it ourselves, wouldnt we, Guy? Guy, more meticulous about the courtesies and in any case not particularly enamoured of soap, no matter how pink, lavender or yellow and highly scented, reproached his sister. It isnt polite to say youd like something that youre giving someone for a present, he said in a moral tone of voice. Ann hugged him. It always touched her heart when Guy came out with one of his curiously old-fashioned remarks and she could never discover where he had heard them.

Iain seemed in high humor over tea and had the children in gales of laughter. Averil Pollard raised a significant eyebrow at Ann. There were very likely to be tears after all this excitement. Ann decided it was time to intervene. I think we ought to be making tracks for home now, she said. Are we to take the bus, Mr. Sherrarde? No, Ill take you home ... I... And then he stopped in consultation. Good lord, Ive remembered that I promised to pick up my aunt and Maureen at the station. Theyve been to Rentham for the day. Well go home by bus, Ann told him hastily and with a cheerful smile, though a horrid little current of jealousy ran through her at the mention of Maureen Lyntropes name. The children began to screw up their faces in disgust. They didnt want to go in a bus. They wanted to go by car. Iain was glancing at his watch. I ought to go, he muttered. Between them, Ann and Miss Pollard hustled the children out of the cafe and they said a tearful farewell to Uncle Iain. Ann could cheerfully have shaken them. On another occasion they would have been only too pleased and excited to be travelling by bus. But they were now in a contrary mood. This was a busy time of the day and they had to wait in queue for a second bus before they could get on, and then it was so full that Guy and Emma had to sit on the girls knees, and they were inclined to be sulky about that.

They were temporarily placated by a game of spotting numbers of cars from the bus window, but this lost its savor when, just outside the town at some traffic lights, a big grey car drew alongside the bus and the children yelled: Uncle Iain! He didnt hear them, of course, as he was concentrating on the traffic or was it that his sole passenger was taking up most of his attention? Miss Pollard said, with a sideways look, I thought that Mr. Sherrarde said he had to meet his aunt at the station. And then, as the big car shot ahead, Its a pity you didnt let Burrows bring us in, Miss Woods. We shouldnt have had to come back in this uncomfortable fashion. Ann ignored the latter part of the remark, as it had been said at least three times while they had stood in the bus queue. But she couldnt ignore the first part because the children immediately took it up. Auntie Anne, demanded Emma in her loudest, most imperious voice, why did Uncle Iain say he was meeting Aunt Mary? He told a lie. Ann reflected not for the first time how intimidating Emma would be once she passed the softness of extreme youth. Its rude to accuse grown-ups of telling lies, she rebuked, in a low, cool voice. Look at the cars. Youre missing all the numbers. Is it rude to say they told a story? asked Guy ingeniously. Of course it is, Miss Pollard put in now, firmly.

Uncle Iain got the witch in his car. Do you think he likes the witch, Auntie Anne? Emmas trumpet-like voice demanded. Surrounding passengers were listening with obvious interest. Its rude to call a person a witch, Ann said in a low voice. Look at that car. Youre missing all the numbers. But it isnt rude if she is a witch, Emma insisted. I expect she has bewitched Uncle Iain, and thats why he told you a lie. The passengers were on the alert, obviously waiting for more. Emma! Anns voice was exasperated. Will you please stop talking and watch for the numbers. Tears were aching in her throat and she longed passionately to reach Fountains and be alone in her own room, where she could indulge her jealous misery to the full. Emmas face took on a half sulky, half mutinous pout. I think its a silly game and I dont want to play it any longer. Guy, as ever, was her faithful ally. I think its a silly game. I dont want to play either. I dont like travelling on a bus with all these people, Emma announced now. It makes me feel sick. That gave her a pleasant reminder. Guy

always used to be sick when he went on a bus. She peered over Anns
shoulder to look interestedly at her brother on Miss Pollards knee on the seat behind.

Ann said hurriedly, We shall soon be there. Emma, lets count how many colors we can see. This, fortunately, caught the little girls fancy, as she knew she could always beat Guy at that game, and there was no further trouble, but all the same Ann heaved a sigh of relief as they got out into the fresh air. She caught the gleam in Miss Pollards eye. Yes, it probably would have been better to let Burrows take them in the car... It would have saved her this further reminder that she was a person of no importance in the life of the Director of the Institute.

CHAPTER TWELVE MRS. WOODS sprang a surprise next day. Ann, youd better come into Sunbury with me this morning, she said. It has just occurred to me that you wont have anything suitable to wear for Matrons Ball, and so Ill treat you to a new dress. Ann froze. This was an odd volte-face after Mr. Sherrardes revelations yesterday afternoon. And was it the result of intervention from him? The idea was intolerable. I would prefer not to go to the Ball, she said flatly. It might seem ungracious, but she could not bring herself to thank Mrs. Woods for her offer. Somehow she was sure that it had been forced upon her. Mrs. Woods looked angry. Dont be silly, she urged. It will look very odd for you to stay at home when both Beverley and I are going. Youre staying here as my daughter and you must act the part. Why have you suddenly decided that I should go? Has Mr. Sherrarde something to do with it? Yesterday Emma told him I had no dress. You havent ... he hasnt...? Mrs. Woods leaned back in her chair and examined Anns face with a kind of cold curiosity. My dear girl, do you really think that Mr. Sherrarde has any interest in you apart from the fact that you are a nurse and are attending Beverley? Thats the only reason why I, and probably he, thinks you should be there ... to watch that she doesnt overtire herself.

Ann couldnt restrain the retort which leapt to her lips. Therell be plenty of men doctors, I mean round her to see that she doesnt do that. And you cant bear to be there to see it. Youre jealous of her, arent you? Jealous, because of Iain Sherrarde. Ann found that color was flooding her face in an angry wave. Mrs. Woods, you have no right to say such a thing! But she knew the woman was quite capable of repeating the insinuation to Iain Sherrarde himself. Ann guessed that he had been in touch with Mrs. Woods, despite her denials. He intended her to go to the Ball so that she could be on hand if Beverley collapsed as she had done once before from too much excitement. No doubt he had told Mrs. Woods that if it were a question of a dress then Ann must be provided with one. Mrs. Woods looked at her perturbed face. Sink your pride, my dear, she advised. It wont break me to buy you a dress, and in a way I owe you that. And that was true enough, since she had received no salary since she came here, thought Ann. This seems the lesser of the two humiliations. I couldnt bear her to tell him that I wont go because of his attentions to Beverley... She said quietly, Very well, Mrs. Woods, if you insist... The other smiled and a close observer might have noted a touch of relief. Good. Well go in about half an hour. Beverley doesnt really need you now.

And the children will be going to school next term? Oh, so you knew about that. Mrs. Woods looked flustered. Well, nothing is really settled, and for goodness sake dont mention it to Miss Pollard. I dont want her to look for another job yet. Ann stared with wide eyes and the other went on uneasily, Now dont

you begin to get unsettled. We dont want you to go.

Ann wondered why not. She couldnt see that either Mrs. Woods or Beverley would want her here when the children had gone away. Now hurry up and get ready, Mrs. Woods said now. Im quite looking forward to getting you that dress. Ann found that she felt quite excited about it too. Something new for a change. Unfortunately, just as she was coming out of her room, the children, despite a strict rule that forbade them to come along this corridor, arrived, anxious to take her to see the newly arrived kittens to which Mrs. Smuts, the black cat which was Burrows pet, had given birth during the night Burrows says we can keep one of them and have it in the house if you say its all right, Guy told her. Im sorry, darlings, but I cant come now. Im going out with Nana. Guy might have accepted this, but Emma was immediately interested. Why? she queried.

You dont usually go out with Nana. When we asked her why you didnt go with her or come with Mummy and us in Uncle Iains car, she said you were here as a nurse to Mummy and to us and not just for enjoying yourself. Anns look of eager anticipation faded slightly. She hoped that this was merely Emmas way of being unpleasant because her own plans had been thwarted. But her remark sounded like a true echo of Mrs. Woods. She said crisply, Go back to Miss Pollard now, and well all go to look at the kittens this afternoon. Again Guy was ready to obey, but Emma was more awkward. I want to go with you and Nana, she decided regally. I havent got my best coat on, but I spect you wont wait for us to get dressed again. We certainly shall not, Ann replied emphatically. Off you go. Usually her orders were obeyed more or less promptly, but this morning Emma obviously had a chip on her shoulder. I want to go too, she wailed, and went swooping downstairs in Anns wake. Mrs. Woods was waiting in the hall and her face took on an expression of impatience. Really, Ann, we cant take the children, trailing in and out of dress shops. Ann reflected that Nana was as prone to exaggeration as her granddaughter. There were certainly not all that number of dress shops in Sunbury; certainly not out of season. They are going to look for Miss Pollard, she explained clearly, and with a nod of dismissal turned away from them.

The resulting scene was wearing to everybody, and not least to Ann, who had been priding herself that the childrens behavior had much improved since she herself had taken charge of them. This was certainly a lapse and a bad one. Mrs. Woods remarks were cutting in the extreme about the abilities of two mature young women to control two tiny children before Averil Pollard managed to shepherd them away and Ann was able to climb into the car. However, Mrs. Woods soon turned a smiling face on her companion and it was not in Anns nature to harbor resentment. After all, the children had been tiresome, and she and Miss Pollard were in charge of them. In addition, her excitement about having a new dress hadnt been dimmed by the fracas merely forgotten for a few minutes. To her disappointment, Mrs. Woods led the way into a cheap, flashy sort of shop where a girl came forward, called rather stridently by the manageress. We want a dance dress for this young lady some thing in blue, said Mrs. Woods imperiously. Ann looked around her wildly. No, no, no, she thought. Id rather die than wear a dress from this shop. The girl did her best, but there was nothing very much in blue that she could display. Not a fashionable color this year, madam, and Mrs. Woods swept out.

Well have to go to Irenes, she grumbled, and then, as if suddenly recollecting herself: Id heard such good reports of that last shop, darling. I thought we ought to try. However, we may find something not too expensive at Irenes. Ann began to feel uncomfortable. When people were giving you a present, they shouldnt talk about expense; they should leave that to you. Irenes window was dressed simply with an artistically draped coat and skirt, a frothy scarf and a pair of gloves. Ann sighed. She was afraid that everything here would be far too expensive. This time Mrs. Woods knew better than to ask for something blue. She knew the smart, elderly woman who came forward and she introduced Ann nonchalantly. This is my second daughter, Anne, Mrs. Ford, who insisted on going to train as a nurse. She gave an artificial shudder. Such noble work, but I couldnt bear it! Mrs. Ford said smoothly, A good thing were not all cut out in the same model, Mrs. Woods. So boring ... in people as in dresses. She gave Ann a singularly sweet smile. Mrs. Woods went on in a voice that sounded very artificial to Ann, We want a dress for her to wear at Matrons Ball ... nothing elaborate ... Anne has so few opportunities for wearing anything expensive. In hospital, you go in for a lot of these matey hops, dont you, darling, wearing cotton frocks, or separates.

Neither Ann nor Mrs. Ford commented on that, and a moment or two later the saleswoman was displaying first a dress in many shades of lilac, then a slim model in black, and another in dark turquoise. Mrs. Woods touched the black one absently. Something like this would be useful, she murmured, and then with a wary look, But I expect this is terribly expensive. Mrs. Ford smiled and moved the dress out of the others reach. No, she said decidedly. Its just that little bit too simple, and not really suitable. Black for anyone as young and pretty as Miss Anne! No, I think not. This turquoise is more suitable. Perhaps Miss Anne would like to try that... Miss Anne! It was curiously old-fashioned and apparently not quite in character, for Ann saw Mrs. Woods glance up sharply. They went into the pale grey and yellow fitting-room, and a few moments later Ann was staring at herself in the mirror. Yes, the dress fitted her and the color suited her. She probably wouldnt find anything so good. Mrs. Woods asked, How much is it? and closed her lips tightly when she heard the price. Yet for what it was in the way of cut and material, it wasnt at all expensive. Quite reasonable, in fact. Odd how her store of knowhow and experience hadnt vanished too, when she had lost her memory of people and events, Ann thought wonderingly. She looked at the two women. It is very nice, and if it isnt too expensive... Now her lavender grey eyes were entirely on her so-called mother.

Well, we wont decide immediately. What else can you show us, Mrs. Ford? The child doesnt need to wear anything too expensive. She has youth and good looks, and they will carry any dress. You think so! Mrs. Fords voice was slightly astringent, and Ann began to wish herself back in the cheap, flashy shop. The proprietress and the saleswoman went away again, and Mrs. Woods, seeing Anns expression, patted her arm hastily. Its all right, darling. Im quite willing to pay that amount, but that Ford woman makes exorbitant profits, and if I can beat her down Im going to do so. Ah, shes coming back. This time Mrs. Ford was carrying a white dress. She held it against her own slim figure and Ann gave a little sigh. It was so very unsuitable for a girl who, except for once in a way, could hope to go only to hospital hops but it was so very lovely. Ann knew, even before wearing it, that it was her dress, hers just as if it had been specially designed for her. Mrs. Woods had protested, but somehow the other woman had put the full skirt expertly over Anns dark head, and now she was smiling as she made the final adjustment of the cunningly twisted off-the shoulder satin bands. The dress was of nylon with a beautifully fitted bodice, and a flowing skirt, patterned with a heavier motif of roses. This is Miss Annes dress, said Mrs. Ford simply, and here spoke the artist the woman who really loved clothes rather than the saleswoman.

Ann was staring at herself raptly. She had forgotten the other three. She was imagining herself walking down the stairs at Fountains with Iain at the foot, waiting to greet her. She came back to reality. A ridiculous dream! And seeing her in a pretty and expensive dress wouldnt change his feeling for her. Of course not. And this dress must be expensive fabulously so. She said, turning to the others, Its lovely, but of course... She hesitated and Mrs. Woods filled in what she had not yet said: Very pretty, but most unsuitable for you. And I imagine the cost is quite prohibitive. Yes, I thought so. Well decide on the turquoise, I think, Mrs. Ford. Ann nodded and took one last look at the vision of something that might have been, then turned away, standing patiently while the saleswoman and Mrs. Ford removed the dress. The turquoise one was pretty and she was ungrateful to feel so uninterested in it, but there it was. They left the dress behind as it required some minor alterations. Mrs. Ford had already sent for shoes, white satin ones which were to be dyed to match. As to the bill ... apparently Mrs. Woods had an account. Thank goodness thats settled, Mrs. Woods remarked, sighing with relief, as they emerged from the shop. Will you go back by bus, Ann? I have some other business in town and theres no point in your waiting around for me. Ann went slowly towards the bus station. She was still thinking about the white dress, and did not see Ralph Gateworth till he stepped directly in front of her.

Hullo, beautiful! You look as if youre in dreamland as usual. Ann stared at him distrustfully. I thought you had left. Not yet, angel, he grinned. Im working out my notice and Ive got a few scores to settle before I go. Ann refused to allow herself to become frightened by his threatening tone. I dont expect to stay here much longer myself, she remarked airily. The children will soon be going to school and I shall be bored with nothing to do. What about the old brain-box? he queried sarcastically. Any sign of your memory coming back? Not at the moment, she replied, and tried to walk round him. But he sidestepped and continued to stare down at her. A pity you and I couldnt have come to terms, he said, almost regretfully. We could have had fun. But youve got other ideas, havent you? The Director is your pin-up boy. A pity! Ann made no reply to that, though color flamed into her face. Did everybody in Sunbury and district know that shed made a fool of herself by falling in love with Iain Sherrarde? She wondered wretchedly. When she moved forward once more, Gateworth did not try to keep her and she hurried along, anxious to board the bus before he changed his mind. How that other Anne Mrs. Woods real daughter could have fallen in love with him was a question she would never be able to answer.

The bus started to move and she allowed herself to drift into a reverie about the lovely white frock, tantalizing her imagination with what Iain Sherrarde would have said had he seen her wearing it. The days to Matrons Ball seemed to flash away. Beverleys dress had come, an ornate pink satin lavish with seed pearls. She tried it on again and again, preening herself for hours before the mirrors in her room, never tired of admiring herself. She didnt seem to mind that Iain Sherrardes car had not lately stood waiting to take her for rides to the coast. I expect hes away she said carelessly. Mummy said she had seen him in Sunbury, but that was several days ago. He flies to America quite a lot, you know. The Institute is working in close conjunction with a similar place over there. But if Iain wasnt in attendance, Robert Leedon was every day, and sometimes more than once. Beverley often invited him into her room where she was usually trying on her pink dress. Wouldnt you rather have kept it as a surprise? Ann asked her curiously. Beverley shrugged. It doesnt matter to Lee what I wear. Its all the same to him. Ann began a conventional protest, but the other silenced her, as she went on, You see, hes in love with me really in love, poor sweet, and has been for eighteen years. Eighteen years ... when Beverley was sixteen!

Beverley made her kittenish face. You ought to know, Sister Anne. After all, he was once your brother-in-law. Brother-in-law? breathed Ann uncomprehendingly. And then she stopped. Not her brother-in-law, of course, but that other Annes. Beverley and Robert Leedon had once been married! He was one of the two other husbands about whom the Derharts and Sherrarde had gasped in horror when they had found out about Raymond Derharts intention to marry. You were divorced? she asked. Again Beverley laughed. Yes, very unwillingly on Lees part, but I wanted to marry Des Ranbury because I thought he would make me a television star. He didnt, but thats another story... And then you met Mr. Leedon again down here, after all those years? Beverley looked ironical. No, it wasnt that sort of fairy tale. Lee was always somewhere in the background, and then after the accident he got himself a job down here. Pulled all sorts of wires to get into the Institute, much to Iains annoyance. Hed got some up-and-coming young man of his own whom he wanted to see appointed. He and Lee hate each other, but that isnt the only reason, and she preened complacently. Ann thought dully, shes so lovely. Can one wonder that men even a man like Iain are mad about her? She thought of Maureen Lyntrope, with her imperious voice and her handsome face, and wondered whether she knew that Iain was in love with Beverley.

The other girl went on now, idly, Mummy said shed got you a dress of turquoise blue. Quite pretty, but not exactly startling. You could usually be sure of getting the truth from Beverley, particularly the unpalatable truth. She was like Emma in that respect. Ann said, Yes, its quite pretty. Put it on. Lets have a dress parade. It was just as her own small daughter might have spoken. My dress hasnt come yet, replied Ann thankfully. It had to be altered slightly and I suppose theyve had lots to do. Matrons Ball seems quite an event in Sunbury. Yes, it is. All the medical big-wigs who have any connection with the Institute seem to make it an excuse for meeting and bringing down parties from London. About your dress. If I were you I should be getting all het up in case it didnt come in time. Why dont you ring up? Ann said, I will this afternoon. If they are too busy to send it, I can call in later on and bring it back myself. Actually, she could feel no enthusiasm for the dress, pretty though it was. Beverley had summed it up so well. She should never have tried on that white dress, and then perhaps the turquoise blue would have seemed more appealing. She had scarcely a moment for herself the rest of the day and it was with dismay that she realized that it was past closing time in Sunbury and she had not yet rung up. Perhaps thered be someone still at the shop. She must ring up and see.

It was Mrs. Ford herself who replied. Yes, the dress would be delivered without fail tomorrow morning. And then before she rang off the woman said something which rather surprised Ann. I hope you have a wonderful time. You ought to be a wild success in that dress. Anns eyelashes fluttered. She wasnt anticipating having an exciting time. How could she, dancing attendance on Beverley, who would surely outshine everybody else? In any case, she was rather surprised by the remark. Mrs. Ford hadnt struck her as the sort of woman who would indulge in false compliments, and pretty as that turquoise dress was, it just couldnt be described as out of the ordinary. All the excitement of the past few days had been bad for the children and they woke up on the morning of the Ball evidently quite determined to have fun, since that apparently was what their elders were going to have later in the day. Miss Pollard had to send for Ann even before breakfast to help to settle them. She had a bad cold, and Ann would have liked to send her to bed, but Beverley was in a demanding mood and she had to hurry from the nursery. I shall rest all the afternoon, Beverley remarked. Ive promised Iain that Ill do so.

Robert Leedons arrival freed Ann a little while. Even he seemed to be a prey to the universal excitement, she noticed. His normally pale face had a trace of color and his eyes were eager. In the nursery, there was further trouble. Theyre being demons just on purpose, Averil Pollard wailed. They know Im not up to scratch and youre busy. By the way, your frock has come, so thats one worry less for you. I heard Mrs. Woods tell Alice to take it out of the box and hang it up in your bedroom. Ann heaved a little sigh. She had never felt less like going to a party. Emma asked curiously, Who bought you the dress, Auntie Anne? Did Uncle Iain? Of course not, put in Miss Pollard reprovingly. Why should he buy your aunt a dress? Well, he looked at Auntie Anne in a funny way when I told him she hadnt a dress ... as if he would like to buy her one. Sheer imagination, infant, put in Ann briskly before Averil could say anything. And now I must go to find Nana to see if she wants me for anything. Behave yourselves. Miss Pollard followed her to the door. I rather think your mother has gone out, she whispered. Youre not related in any way to those people in that air disaster in America, are you? Ann stared at her. Im sorry. Im not with you, Im afraid.

In the morning paper, Miss Pollard began, and Ann shook her head. I havent even glanced at the headlines. An air crash, you say? Beverley said nothing about it What happened? Oh, there was an English family. Foxenlake, or some such name ... yes, Sir Henry Foxenlake and his wife and four sons ... all killed. I thought your mother was staring at the headlines as if she was terribly shocked, and I just wondered... Ann shook her head, and said truthfully: Ive never heard the name before. She was probably thinking of something else. The, day wore on, and in the afternoon again she was in the nursery to quell open rebellion, with paint bespattering the nursery floor. We want to look at your dress and Miss Pollard wont let us, Emma explained blandly. Ive told them that they must get that paint cleared up before they go out of this room, Averil Pollard said shrilly. She had said it several times already without any result. Emma continued to look rebellious, though she had sufficient sense, now Ann was here, not to go on saying, Shant, shant, shant, as she had been doing at intervals for the past quarter of an hour. Ann waited for a minute or two. She did not really like to be brought in to exert her authority, but it was obvious that Averil, her cold in no way improved, was almost at the end of her tether. Nobody moved or spoke. Guy was watching the little group out of the corner of his eye, ready to start something if Emma gave the signal.

Averil turned to Ann with a gesture of despair, and Ann knew it was her turn to speak. Emma, hurry up and do as youre told, she ordered crisply. Emma said, with an aplomb and insolence that was worthy of her mother, What have I been told? It would have been fatal to repeat anything that Averil had said. Ann remained silent and stared very hard at the little girl. There was a silent battle of wills, but at length very slowly Emma got up and began to wipe up the paint. Im doing it because I want to, she told Guy defiantly. I want to do it as well, he yelled, and snatching up another piece of rag, he began to help. This was what Emma had angled for, and her own efforts began to flag. Could I go and look at your dress while Guy finishes this? she enquired. Ann shook her head, and Emma, with an angry glare, returned to the task of cleaning up. Now both of you can wash, Ann decided, looking at their paintstreaked faces and hands. By now it was time for tea, with an interlude to look at Mrs. Smuts kittens. This gave Averil a short space to lie on her bed, with a cold compress over her eyes.

By the time tea was over, Ann herself was beginning to think that she too would rather be going to bed than preparing for a ball. Mrs. Woods came into the nursery just as Ann was leaving, Miss Pollard having taken over once again. Beverley wants you to help her to get ready before you start doing so yourself, she announced. Im going up now as I cant bear to be in a rush. She kissed the children, asked if they had been good all day, and wisely didnt wait for a reply. Cant we see your dress just before you go to help Mummy? Well promise to be good till we go to bed, then, Emma pleaded. Could we all see it? Averil asked, for a minute or two her cold forgotten. Come along, then, said Ann lightly. Perhaps theyd like the turquoise dress more than she did ungrateful creature that she was. So they all trooped along to her room and with wide admiring eyes gazed at the lovely dress hanging at the side of the wardrobe. On the carpet stood the shoes dyed gold to match the gold satin of the cuff and the shoulder-straps, and on the dressing-table were the long gold gloves. It was Emma who broke the silence Emma in a strangely reverent mood. Auntie Anne, its lovely, she breathed. Simply lovely!

Oh, it is, Averil agreed. Why, Miss Woods, its marvellous. Oh, I must see you when youre ready. And us, pronounced Emma emphatically. We wont go to sleep till weve seen her, will we, Guy? Wont go to sleep, the little boy repeated. Wont go to sleep till weve seen Auntie Anne. All right, promised Ann hastily, staring in dismay at the white dress. She wanted to get them out of her room so that she could think what to do next. It was too late to ring up the dress shop and ask to whom the white dress should have been delivered. For obviously the messenger had confused the two boxes... No, that wasnt the explanation, for she picked up the grey and pink striped box and saw her name clearly written on the label. But why hadnt someone phoned earlier about the mistake? The turquoise dress surely had been unpacked when it arrived and the mistake found out immediately? But it was no good standing her pondering on all sorts of explanations. She had better ask Mrs. Woods what was to be done. But her bathroom door was tightly closed and Anns knocking produced no results. In the end, Ann rushed off to Beverley, who viewed her with an angry frown. I wanted you here earlier, she snapped. Ive had my bath and Ive been ready for my massage for ages. Sorry, Beverley, Ann gulped, but honestly, Ive not had a moment. And now

Dont talk. I wont hear a word till youve massaged me, the other girl said explosively, and threw herself down on the day bed. Ann set to work, respecting her patients desire for silence, her own thoughts chaotic. What on earth was she going to do about that dress? In spite of all her efforts to be sensible, she was bubbling with excitement. That lovely, lovely dress, which from the first moment of trying on she had known was hers. It seemed as if she had been destined to see it once again. All the time she was in Beverleys room, she was expecting someone to come rushing in to say that a messenger had arrived to take the dress to its rightful owner. She took a quick look at the clock. If she didnt begin to get ready soon, she wouldnt be in time to go with the others to the dance. All at once Beverley realized the same thing. Ann, youll have to hurry, she said, wriggling from the couch. Now that her annoyance had subsided, Ann realized, the girl was in a state of suppressed excitement and tension which the massage had not relieved. Beverley, Ann said warningly, you must take things more calmly. You over-excited already. The other rushed to the mirror, towels thrown carelessly around her. Yes, I suppose I am. Something wonderful has happened. Something ... Oh, for goodness sake, run along, girl, and get ready! I feel like a fairy godmother!

Light dawned on Ann. So that was the explanation! Oh, how kind of Beverley. Oh, so thats the explanation. How marvellous, she began. Beverley was already scrambling into her underclothes. Run along, Ann, and hurry ... hurry... Ann lingered. But surely you want me to help you with your hair? No, Ill manage. Hurry, theres a good girl. She was all but pushing Ann out of the room. Anns voice was faltering. Oh, Beverley, my dress... For goodness sake stop worrying about your dress, darling. It will look lovely, Im sure. But I shant think you look lovely if you keep me waiting. She shut the door decisively, with Ann on the other side. Her tiredness forgotten and suddenly feeling crazily elated, Ann ran up to her own room. That dress had been meant for her, right from the beginning. With miraculous speed and deftness, her bath, make-up, and hair were accomplished. And now the dress. It fitted her as if it had been made for her. No imagination about that. It really did. She slid her feet into the gold shoes and picked up the gloves. It would be nice if shed had a fur wrap, but she hadnt, so her coat would have to serve. Was there time to go into the nursery? Mrs. Woods door hadnt opened yet, and she had promised to go and see both Averil and the children. So she slipped along the corridor to the other wing and was rewarded with rapturous sighs from the governess amid her sneezes.

The children were sitting up in bed, waiting to see her. Youre not really our Auntie Anne, but youre much, much nicer and prettier, and thats what I told Uncle Iain, Emma remarked exuberantly. Ann looked startled. Emma darling! she protested. The little girl began to say something about the dress, but her voice was almost immediately drowned by Guys shrieks of: She is Aunt Anne. She

is, she is! Shes my Auntie Anne, Emma Derhart.

That started a quarrel, and in the ensuing battle Ann slipped away. It was too bad leaving Averil to settle it, but she was sure Mrs. Woods would be ready by now. She was, and fuming because Ann had not been in sight when she had finally emerged from her bedroom. Ann had already put her coat around her shoulders, and Mrs. Woods betrayed no interest in her dress or her appearance, though presumably she too had been a party to the substitution of the white dress for the one she had originally chosen. Ann found that she was unable to get in a word of thanks amid the torrent of grumbles, but tonight neither Mrs. Woods lack of interest nor her complaints could quell Anns excitement and anticipation. Nothing mattered except that moment when she would take off her coat and walk into the ballroom in this lovely dress. Or would Iain wait to collect his party in the vestibule? The car, it seemed, was waiting, and Beverley had already been collected. I really need the whole back seat to spread out my dress, she said. We should have arranged for Burrows to drive you in, Mummy, and Ann.

I said youd be better in front with me, Beverley, the driver remarked now, and Ann saw that Robert Leedon was to be their escort. Well, she had not really expected to see Iain. Naturally, he would be taking his aunt and Doctor Lyntrope. Mrs. Woods figure tensed. Oh, its you, Lee. I well, somehow I didnt think youd be going tonight after what has happened. He shrugged. I scarcely knew my cousin or his family, you know. Theres no sense of personal loss, and my staying away from the Ball wouldnt bring them back to life. Anns mind immediately connected this remark with Miss Pollards reference to the tragic air disaster in America. In view of the fact that Beverley and Robert Leedon had once been married, it might be that Mrs. Woods had known the victims who appeared to be related to the Assistant Director of the Institute. Beverley decided to go to the front of the car, and Mrs. Woods and Ann seated themselves at the back. As soon as they had started, the older woman said in a whisper: Beverley is remarkably well, despite all the excitement, so you neednt hang around her, Ann. Ann had been on the verge of making a little speech of thanks for the dress, but now her expression changed. When there was no immediate reply, Mrs. Woods went on, You know you were included in Mr. Sherrardes party only as a matter of courtesy to Beverley and myself. Theres not the slightest reason why you should stay with us, and indeed, Beverley and I would prefer you not to. Naturally, youll want to dance a good deal with people of your own

sort. I mean, especially that male nurse youre so friendly with. I expect he will see you home, so we shant expect you to come back with us. Ann was sure that Mrs. Woods knew that Ralph Gateworth had been dismissed and had probably by now terminated his period of notice. It was merely that neither she nor Beverley wanted her among their friends. Yet they had given her this lovely dress! There was a lump in her throat as she said in a small voice, That man is not and never was my friend. I should certainly not dance with him or allow him to take me home. Mrs. Woods shrugged. Oh, my mistake. I merely thought it would be more tactful for everybody concerned. After that, Ann couldnt find words to say anything at all, and certainly not to make a gracious little speech about her dress. When the car drew up outside the Imperial Hotel where the Ball was being held, Robert Leedon said, I shall have to park somewhere else, so perhaps you three will go in. You know where were meeting Sherrarde, dont you the Goldfish cocktail lounge. Beverley and Mrs. Woods, who were both on the side of the steps, got out and walked into the hotel, neither of them showing any interest in Ann. She shrugged her coat away and left it in the car, and then, standing on the steps, she shook out the wide skirt of her dress. As she raised her head, she caught Lees look of surprised appreciation. She smiled, and then followed Mrs. Woods and Beverley, her heart beating fast. The Matrons Ball ... and again there came quick stabbing

pinpricks of memory ... of another Matrons Ball ... of another evening of eager anticipation ... And then the fleeting memories had gone, as if they had never been.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN THE dressing-room was crowded and Ann was quickly separated from tier two companions, who indeed had never given her a glance, eager as they were to seek mirrors, and the reassurance that the fifteen-minute journey had done nothing to mar the perfection of hair and complexion. Ann gave herself a long look. It was heady and exciting to look like this more beautiful than she had ever been in her life before. For she was sure she did. There had been other gala occasions in her life those stabbing pinpricks of memory told her that but never one like this. She must have stood too long admiring herself, for when she moved back she could see no sign of Mrs. Woods nor of Beverley. They had gone on to the Goldfish cocktail lounge, perhaps assuming that she would not follow. Well, they were going to be surprised. There was a recklessness about Ann tonight that made her big, lavender grey eyes glow and gave a tinge of color to her lovely skin. Women in the dressing-room had given her side looks of calculated envy, but now she saw open appreciation of her beauty from many male eyes as she made her way across the vestibule in search of the rest of her party. She came at last into the gaily decorated lounge and saw Mrs. Woods and Beverley talking to Robert Leedon. There were a lot of other people whom she did not know at all, or only by sight. Then she saw Iain Sherrardes aunt, in black, and beside her a slender figure in pale green, with her auburn hair piled high.

Someone must have seen her by the door and mentioned her name, for all at once it seemed as if everybody was turning to look at her. Ann caught, in a lightning flash, the stares of outrage and consternation on the faces of Beverley and Mrs. Woods, and knew in that moment that they were not responsible for her wearing this white dress. And then there was only Iain, as he separated himself from the crowd and came to meet her. Iain, his light eyes glittering oddly in his dark face. As if in a dream, she remembered running away in the darkness of despair, and finding herself in this mans arms. And after that, when she had seemed to be submerging in a twilight sea, he had come to her and called her back. He had claimed her as his own in those two encounters, whether he had known it or not. And now for a third time it seemed that his eyes asked a question, and demanded an answer. She saw no one but him as she gave him her hand and her lovely smile. She did not speak, and he said only one word ... Anne. Time had ceased to have any reality. It seemed to her as they stood looking into each others eyes that all eternity whirled and spun them into formless space. Iain Sherrarde broke the silence at last, rather shakily. Were having drinks. What would you like? Ann supposed that she answered, for a few moments later she found she had a glass in her hand and Iains Aunt Mary was saying in a vaguely bewildered way: I dont think Ive met you before. Surely you

are neither a doctor nor a nurse? And her eyes said, Youre much too pretty to be either. Im a nurse, Ann replied in a manner that was equally vague, and turned to meet Doctor Lyntropes hostile gaze. Auntie, surely you see who it is. Miss Woods, who is looking after Emma and Guy. What has happened to them tonight? she questioned Ann now, her bright blue eyes like bits of splintered glass. Surely you havent left them in charge of that incompetent young woman? They were in bed when I left, Ann replied, and turned with glowing face and a brilliant smile as Iain Sherrarde came to stand by her elbow. They went into the ballroom as a group, Beverley and Robert Leedon, Mrs. Trederrick and Doctor Lyntrope and some men whose names Ann didnt remember, though she had been introduced to them only a minute ago. Iain Sherrardes hand was on her arm, and without speaking they began to dance. Once more the enchantment of another world was around her. It seemed that she danced on the magic sward of fairyland. There was wonder in every moment and a faint, faint remembrance that sooner or later midnight would strike and reality would come into its own. Iain said thickly, in a voice that she scarcely recognized as his, Anne, youve bewitched me. Ive been fighting your enchantment from the moment I met you. I cant bear the thought of your dancing with any other man, and yet all those people are my guests and I ought to see

that theyre having a pleasant time. I havent yet paid my respects to Matron and... Ann smiled at him with eyes that had never looked so softly brilliant as now. Darling, I we can wait. I wont dance with anyone else. Ill stay by Beverley; that, after all, is why I came. Is it? he asked fiercely. Is it? Well, perhaps not. But I didnt know. I didnt realize that you... Ann did not notice the curious or interested glances back among the official party, and even Doctor Lyntropes vindictive stare was unobserved. She looked around for Beverley and found she was missing. Robert Leedon wasnt there either, and Ann was fairly sure that that watchdog, as Beverley had referred to him, would not be far away from the lovely frail girl who had once been his wife. Mrs. Woods, who had been dancing, came back still with her partner, and Ann said anxiously, Mrs. Woods, where is Beverley? Is she all right? The other gave her a curious smile. Oh, youve remembered her, have you, all at once? Ann thought: She is right to be so angry. After all, I did come to look after Beverley, and though they told me they didnt want me to stay with Iains party, they didnt anticipate that Iain would dance first with me.

Mrs. Woods caught her wrist and turned her slightly so that what she said could only be for Ann. Weve got to have a reckoning, young woman, you and I. But it can wait till tomorrow. In the meantime, leave Beverley alone. Lee will take care of her and you make yourself scarce. That boy friend of yours is here, I see, so theres no excuse for you to hang around here. Mrs. Woods was very angry indeed, and Ann supposed it was because of Iains attention to herself, which had caused Beverley to go off in a pique with Robert Leedon. It had been abundantly clear that Mrs. Woods very much disliked her daughters continued friendship with her ex-husband. But Anns spirits were not to be quelled tonight by Mrs. Woods annoyance, and not even the news that Ralph Gateworth was here could cast but the faintest of shadows. And then Iain was by her side, whirling her into the dance again. For him, conventions had gone by the board. He had eyes for no one except herself. He said at last, Theres a garden here somewhere, and it isnt really cold. Lets go out and talk. Theres so much I want to say. What about a wrap? It doesnt matter, Ann replied, remembering that her coat was in Lees car. Look, theres Lievers. Hes had his eyes on you all the evening and hes coming in this direction. Lets get out quickly.

The garden beside the hotel was a place of shadows, and there in one of the arbors they stood together for a moment, and then almost wordlessly they were in each others arms. Well be married as soon as I can get a licence, he said arrogantly, though he had not even proposed. A fleeting instinct of self-preservation pricked into Anns consciousness. Tell him now, it urged. Tell him you arent Anne Woods, and you havent the faintest idea who you really are. But almost immediately all thought was submerged by the rising excitement of his close embrace. It was inevitable at so large a gathering that they should be interrupted, and when the garden was all at once invaded by a crowd of nurses and their escorts, Iain whispered reluctantly, We shall have to go back, darling. Ann nodded speechlessly, her eyes and thoughts far away. He kissed her again. Ann, shall we keep this to ourselves for tonight? It seems too wonderful to bring out in front of everybody ... here... Again she gave her assent without words, resolving that when he returned again to his duty dances she would creep away somewhere on her own, hugging to herself the precious knowledge that he loved her. They, went back to the ballroom, scarcely exchanging a word, yet in such close accord that it seemed they were still in each others arms.

It was just at the entrance to the ballroom that it happened. Ann caught sight of Ralph Gateworth, his eyes glittering, a triumphant smile on his face, and the shadow of disaster seemed to fall darkly across her. And then she saw him ... and all that she had forgotten all that she had wanted so desperately to forget came rushing back to her. Michael ... Michael Lenforth, whom she had believed she had loved, Michael whose ring she had worn, Michael who had let her down so badly... She saw his face, eager, ardent, and heard him say, Ann, so at last Ive found you! And then above it, Gateworths voice in hateful mockery. Doctor Lenforth, your other fiance, is here with a party from Queen Fridas, Anne. He has been looking all over the place for you. He turned to Sherrarde and the mockery deepened. An odd thing, isnt it, Mr. Sherrarde, for a young woman to be engaged to two men at the same time and then to run out on them both in order to make the going with a third one. But our little Anne is nothing if she isnt ambitious. Rather like a ladder weve been, for her. Me, just on the nursing staff, then a junior pathologist in hospital, and now ... the Director of the Sherrarde Institute. Youre a little tramp, Anne, but I have to hand it to you. You get away with it, sweetie! It was insolence at its most outrageous. Perhaps Anns and Iains faces had given too much away, perhaps whatever the situation, he would have made the same wounding remarks.

But for both of them the shock was too great this public reference to their love in a gloating voice that heaped it also with shame. Ann, my darling, where have you been? This was Michael, standing in front of her, speaking as if nothing had ever gone wrong between them. Tell me that this fellow is lying when he says hes also engaged to you. As for this man... Ann found herself wondering whether she was going to faint and hoping almost desperately that she might. But she knew she wasnt going to find escape as easily as that. Oh, if only she had obeyed that impulse and told Iain earlier that she was not Anne Woods not the girl whom he loved despite her reputation as a man-chaser. Confronted with two other men, what was he going to think? It was all too evident. He was standing quite still, his face hard, a fine white line around his tightly closed lips. Anns glance flickered over Gateworth. No need for any self-reproach there. She had never seen him before she went to Fountains. And then it came to Doctor Michael Lenforth, the man she had once been going to marry. The, curtain of memory had rolled back fully now. Once again she was standing at the door of the pathology department ... with the door of the little side office half open. Michael, and in his arms that theatre staff nurse with the fluffy light hair. And beside Ann, Nurse Comprerse, with a rather malicious smile, saying: Weve all been wondering how long it would take you to find out. Its been going on for so long.

Ann remembered that she had turned blindly, her hands outstretched, fumbling for the way... She didnt look at Michael any more. She had walked out of his life completely when she had gone stumbling along the corridor away from the pathology department. Her eyes were only for Iain, his face, twisted to a sarcastic smile, and his nostrils dilated slightly with distaste. Excuse me now, Miss Woods, if I leave you to talk over old times with your friends. I mustnt neglect my guests any longer. He gave her a jerky little bow, and his eyes, icy as a blast from the North Pole, forbade her to dare to try to justify herself. Ann watched him walk away and then her eyes, grave and aloof, flickered again over the two men. Gateworth was still grinning, but Ann wasted no words on him. He had done his worst. He had confronted her with Michael Lenforth and forced her to remember. As to Michael himself... Ann, my darling, he began, you look wonderful. Theres so much I want to say, and to know. Her big lavender grey eyes set him at a remote distance. Im sorry, Michael, but theres nothing I have to say, or that I want to hear. When I returned your ring, I told you that everything between us was finished, and I havent changed my mind. Im sorry if youve been brought down here on false pretences. She spun round, and almost ran from them, searching instinctively for somewhere to hide.

She wondered afterwards what she would have done had she not run almost into the arms of a kindly cloakroom attendant. Why, dearie! Ann was swaying as the woman caught her. Providentially, the corridor was deserted, and there was a service kitchen nearby. Come in here for a minute. There was tolerance in the kindly voice. A pretty girl who had drunk more than was good for her at a dance, she was thinking. But the womans expression changed when she saw Anns face. Why, madam, youre ill! Can I get you anything? Or find your friends? Ann shook her head. Would you please leave me here to rest? I just want to be quiet. I shall be better after a while. Im just going on duty at one of the cloakrooms. Youre sure youll be all right, madam? Ann nodded and the woman went away with a backward glance and a promise that she would come back to see the young lady when she could spare a moment. The girl sat on the hard wooden chair which the woman had placed for her and rested her aching head on the cool wood of the cupboard. She was shaking with nerves and tension. So this was what she had been running away from, she told herself with sick distaste.

She looked back and viewed the past as if she were watching a film. Everything was painfully clear now, and it all seemed so long ago, as if it had happened in another existence. It had been a rather foggy morning, she remembered, when she had arrived back in London. Her soft lips were straightened with pain and her hands trembled as she picked up her two suitcases and looked for a porter. How grim those ten weeks had been since she had left Queen Fridas to go home to nurse her mother. The bad news of her mothers illness had come just at the time when she had learned that she had gained her State Certificate, and was all set for another year to study for her Queen Fridas Certificate. After that, then... Then had centred completely round Michael Lenforth, with whom she had become friendly in her first year. They had got engaged last year when he had been promoted and they were to be married as soon as she had qualified. When the bad news about Mummys illness had come, Matron had given her compassionate leave, though Michael had tried very hard to dissuade her from going home to far away Cumberland. Perhaps he had known that once she had gone he would fall an easy victim to temptation. At home, everything had been so much worse than she had expected. Mummy had been terribly ill and wanted Ann with her all the time, day and night. Anns stepfather had been of little help. He was a wealthy

and very successful farmer and his excuse for being out all the time was business. Not that Ann had any desire for his assistance. She had disliked him when she had first met him two years previously, and poor Mummy had evidently lived to regret most bitterly her second marriage. The end had come at last, and feeling drained of all emotion, numb and incredibly weary after weeks of day and night nursing, Ann had packed her clothes and returned to London. Back in hospital, the normal routine was set in motion. Michael was on duty and she was unable to contact him. She had hoped he would be at the station to meet her, but he evidently hadnt been able to make it... A couple of hours later, Ann was walking rather aimlessly down the corridor away from the office of the Nurses M.O. He had just told her to go back home to Cumberland for another month. She was, he said, on the verge of a breakdown, and needed a complete rest. She must not dream of resuming her duties until she had had this, and four weeks would be a minimum. The M.O. had assumed that there would still be a home for her in Cumberland despite her mothers death, and Ann did not trouble to undeceive him. She would see Michael and he would arrange everything for her. And now she was going up in the lift, with another nurse standing beside her. Jean Comprerse had been in her set in the Preliminary Training School, but Ann had never known her well and they scarcely exchanged a word on their way up. Jean was carrying some specimens and vouchsafed the information that she was going to the pathology lab.

Once out of the lift, Ann would have preferred to hang back and let the other nurse get on with her business, but Comprerse suddenly took it in her head to be talkative. I expect youre going along to see Doctor Lenforth, are you? By the way, you are still engaged to him, I suppose? And she peered with inquisitive eyes at Anns slim left hand with its ring of sapphire and diamonds. Ann merely smiled. It was such a pointless question not worthy of a reply. The pathology department seemed to be an endless corridor of doors, some open, some closed. The onehalfway along outside which Ann paused was just slightly ajar. Michael was there, behind it, his smooth, fair head bent over Lisa Nuttalls fuzzy blonde curls. In gay abandon she had thrown away her cap. It lay on the green-tiled floor near Anns feet, like a big white butterfly that had alighted in a grassy meadow. Ann found that she was a long way further down that corridor, and that Jean Comprerse, malice in her pale eyes, was saying, Now do you see why I asked whether you were still engaged? Its been going on for so long, almost all the year, and long before you went on compassionate leave. Ann did not speak. Her lavender grey eyes were wide and staring. She was back in the nurses home now. Someone whom she scarcely knew said, Theres a letter for you, Nurse Wood. Its been here for ages. I cant think why it wasnt sent to you.

She slit it open, not even glancing at the writing on the envelope. It was from an address near Sunbury, and it implored someone addressed as Anne to go there to keep an eye on Beverley and take charge of the children. Ann thought apathetically: Theyve muddled us up again. This is for that fourth-year nurse in mens surgical. How stupid! Our names arent really the same. Shes Anne Woods and Im Ann Wood. She thrust the letter into her handbag. She would have to enclose it in another envelope, with an explanation. She picked up her two suitcases from the porters lodge, glad that the porter was out somewhere so that there was no need to counter his inquisitive enquiries. She walked slowly down the steps and stood waiting for a taxi. Ann wondered whether she had been asleep. She was sitting on a hard chair, her head leaning forward and resting on a cupboard door. A cheerful voice said, So youre still here, dearie. You must have been feeling bad! Ann stood up. She felt weak and giddy, and as if a whole lifetime had elapsed since she had spoken to the woman earlier in the evening. Is the Ball over? she asked. As good as, was the reply, accompanied by a big yawn. Are you here alone, miss? If not, surely your friends...

I came in a party, but I expect they all think Ive gone home, Ann explained quickly. Thank you for letting me rest here. Im all right now. As she walked along the corridor she thought: They will all have gone. They were going to leave early. Iain... But she found she couldnt think of Iain Sherrarde. There were very few people about now, though the strains of the band drifted up to her as she went down the stairs. She wondered about asking for a taxi, and then remembered she hadnt sufficient money to pay for one. Her coat? That was at the back of Robert Leedons car. Ann thought: What am I going to do? But it was the future which was in her mind, not her immediate plight a future which seemed to stretch ahead, dark and cheerless ... When she returned to London she would never see Iain again. And then he was there, his face cold and dark and furious. Where have you been? he demanded. Ive been looking for you for hours. I ... I ... Her face took on an oddly blank look. Where had she been? All she remembered was that Ralph Gateworth, with a horrible smirk, had confronted her with Michael, and Iain, with an expression of ice, had excused himself. He didnt have much faith in her, it would seem,

despite the fact that he had held her in his arms, and kissed her like a lover. You havent been with either of them, he said violently. I know that, for theyve seldom been out of my sight. What other poor fool have you been with all this time, and why didnt he see you home? Ann shook her cloudy dark head. She felt that she couldnt struggle or fight any longer. Where is your coat? he asked harshly now. Its in Mr. Leedons car. His face went even darker. So youve been with him! Hes the latest! Of all the despicable people Ive ever met youre far and away the worst. Women like you turn men into beasts. Youre... Sherrarde, I used to admire you as a man and as a doctor, but Im beginning to realize now that not only are you a fool but also a brute. The tone was so gentle that Ann could scarcely believe the impact of those trenchant, searing words. She looked at Doctor Lievers, her face forlorn. I Ive remembered, she murmured. All right, child. I guessed you had, earlier on, but I held back, waiting to give this ... this fool his innings! But not this sort of innings. He turned to Sherrarde, whose expression was bewildered at the unexpected intervention and attack. Get your car round here as quickly as you can ... and some rugs. Shes going back into hospital

immediately. Youve been shouting to high heaven that you despise her, but presumably even you dont want to kill her. Kill her? repeated Sherrarde, and his eyes went to Ann in a fashion that made Lievers nod. Hurry with that car, he ordered. Sit down here, Miss Wood for it is Wood, not Woods, isnt it?

CHAPTER FOURTEEN THEN Doctor Lievers had begun to think that I wasnt Anne Woods, Ann said, sitting up in bed, her eyes very wide. Megan, I feel an awful fraud, being here in bed again and you waiting on me. Im not really ill, you know. Doctor Lievers thinks you need a rest, having been made a slave by those awful people, when you should really have been convalescing. Megan Elliott put down the tray on which Anns lunch had been set and smiled at her patient. She had never been able to understand why anyone as nice as Ann could have a mother like Mrs. Woods and a sister like Beverley Derhart. Now, it seemed, they were not related to her at all. Come along and eat your lunch, darling. It looks very nice. Dont try to change the subject, Megan, Ann said, with a laugh. I want to talk. Megan shook her head. She had said too much already by referring to Anns stay at Fountains. Sorry, Ann, but Sister has given me strict instructions that youre not to talk. You need to be quiet and to rest. Im ... well, perhaps shes right. Ann suddenly looked forlorn. What did it matter, after all? Nothing really mattered now. Now dont look like that. Ive got a surprise for you a pleasant one.

For a few seconds, Anns mouth was ardent, her eyes eager. Then indifference crept in as Megan went on, Two of your friends are coming down to see you at the weekend. Two nurses from Queen Fridas. Ann turned her head away. She wondered how soon the doctors would say she was well enough to return to London and resume her training. Would she mind going back to Queen Fridas? Could she bear to be under the same roof, or roofs rather, vast though they were, as Michael? Anns lips curved in a smile that was unconsciously wistful. In a way, it might have been easier if it had mattered. But the simple truth was that it didnt. She had never really known what love was, until she had come here, and meeting Michael again on the night of Matrons Ball, after the first shock, had meant nothing at all to her. During the time she had sat trembling and bewildered in that service kitchen of the hotel she had scarcely given him a thought, except when she recalled the incidents which had preceded her taking a railway ticket to Sunbury. As to why she had done that ... Ann shrugged, and with that little movement she pushed Michael Lenforth out of her life. She began to wonder about that further year of training at Queen Fridas which lay ahead of her when the doctors finally pronounced her fit. Even when she had been engaged to Michael, and looking forward to their marriage, she had still been insistent that she should get her Queen Fridas Certificate first. But now even that didnt matter any longer. Ann turned her face to the wall and sighed dispiritedly. Megan Elliott bit her lip and turned away. In a way, she was glad that Sister had given

her such strict instructions that she wasnt to allow the patient to talk very much, or to ask questions. She didnt really want to be the one to tell Ann that Iain Sherrarde was leaving the Institute and going to America for an indefinite period. It was several days later that Sister said briskly, Go out and sit by the sea this afternoon, Miss Wood. Once youre back in London, you wont get any sea air. No, Ann agreed rather apathetically. Tomorrow she was leaving for London, and she supposed she would never come to Sunbury again. A little while later she was walking down to the beach where once how long ago it seemed she had strolled with Iain Sherrarde and he had told her that the children would soon be going to school. There had been no news at all from Fountains, and no one had visited her in hospital. Iain ... She turned her thoughts resolutely to the children, wondering whether they had missed her and how their questions had been answered. It was sunny and warm and she decided that she would walk right to the headland, but she had taken only a few steps when she heard a voice calling and she turned to see Averil Pollard waving. She went back towards the other girl, and saw that the children were immediately below, playing on the sand. Ive been wondering whether we should see you, Ann, Averil remarked excitedly. I could kick myself for being such a fool not to guess all the time that you werent really that Anne Woods. What a nerve that woman

had, taking you to Fountains and making you slave looking after Beverley and the children, and not paying you a penny for it. Color burned in Anns face. How had Averil got that information? She herself had never spoken of it. So the children havent gone to school yet? she said, changing the subject. Oh, theyre not going now. Theyll be joining their mother in London in another few weeks. I think Mrs. Trederrick and Doctor Lyntrope will be glad to see the back of them. So youre all at Daintys End! Anns expression was one of surprise. Has Mrs. Derhart left Fountains? Mrs. Leedon now. They were married all the time, you know. No! I knew they had been married before, but there was a divorce. Yes, and then they re-married, it seems, while she was still in London, recovering from her accident. She didnt want anybody to know, and so she pretended to be crazy about Mr. Sherrarde. I suppose it was a pose, Averil went on doubtfully, just to take everyones attention from her and Mr. Leedon. He got the job down here to be near her pulled all sorts of strings to get it, Burrows says. But then, when his cousin and all the family were killed in that plane accident, Mr. Leedon came into an estate and a lot of money, so madam decided there was no longer any need for secrecy and no longer any need for keeping well in with Mr. Sherrarde. Theyve gone off for a second honeymoon and then theyre going to have the children with them in London. She smiled. I

promised Id stay with the children till then. After that ... well, Burrows has got a job at the Institute, and were going to be married. Ann offered her congratulations, but after a few minutes talk about her own plans, Averil said, There was a terrific bust-up with Mr. Sherrarde the day after Matrons Ball. Its my opinion that it was after that that Mrs. Derhart decided to admit she was married and clear out altogether. Emma was hiding in a cupboard in the lounge, and she heard the row. Thats how I know about it. Emma! ejaculated Ann distastefully. She didnt understand the half of what she had heard, but you know what a good memory she has, and she kept recounting bits of it to Guy. I thought Id better not stop her talking or she might begin to think it was important. Ann said slowly, And Mrs. Woods? She packed and went off when Beverley left. She has gone to London too. Ann stared ahead of her in bewildered silence. It seemed incredible that so much had happened in so short a time. Mrs. Woods and Beverley and Mr. Leedon had already gone, and very soon the children would be going too. Burrows and Averil had left Fountains. And Iain... I suppose you know that Mr. Sherrarde is leaving the Institute? Averil went on, looking at Ann with unconcealed curiosity. Leaving the Institute! Ann gasped. Really leaving, you mean?

Yes, hes going to America for an indefinite period, the girl replied, and then with would be carelessness, I gather from Emmas account of that row that he was taking it badly that hed ... sort of misjudged you. Anns face became frozen, and Averil looked at her rather timidly. Oh, please dont mind my saying this, but I couldnt help guessing that you ... thought quite a lot of him ... and I noticed the way he looked at you ... But from what Emma said shed overheard, I gather he taxed Mrs. Woods and her daughter about their doing all they could to make him have a bad opinion of you. He said youd never forgive him and hed never forgive himself... Ann would have turned away, but by now the children had seen her and they came racing up, clinging to her and demanding to know whether she was better. Was it Uncle Iain who made you ill? Emma demanded. Ann shook her head. No, of course not. Then why did he tell Nana and Mummy that hed treated you very badly and you would never forgive him? Why did he say you had received nothing but unkindness from everybody at Fountains and that you must hate us all? You dont hate us, do you, Auntie Anne? As she bent down to them, Guy was covering her face with kisses. You dont hate us, do you, Nurse Auntie Anne? Of course not, darlings. Tears were not very far from Anns eyes. But, Emma darling, you shouldnt listen to other peoples conversation and you certainly shouldnt repeat what you hear.

I couldnt help listening. I was hiding from Guy in the cupboard and they all came in. Uncle Iain said how dared they keep you short of money. Hed been paying you to look after us and you hadnt had a penny of it. But hed seen that you had the dress you wanted for the dance, though... Anns face burned. She refused to look at Averil Pollard. Emma, were you building castles or fortresses down on the beach? she questioned rather desperately. But she might have known that Emma was not to be deflected. Uncle Iain said hed never be able to speak to you again. Nurse Auntie Anne, why cant he speak to you again? Dont you like him any more? As she raised her angelic blue eyes to examine Anns face, something cold and frozen seemed to melt in Anns heart. She said softly, Yes, Emma, I like him very much. She was hurrying ... almost running, in point of fact, up the road to the Institute. If she didnt hurry and feel breathless, she would lose all her courage and turn back. It was Frank Whitely whom Ann saw first. He was just coming down the steps from the main door. The Director? he queried, his face lighting up. Hes in his room, still packing up. Ann, if youve any influence at all with him, try to make him change his mind about leaving. The Institute wont be the same without him. It cant be. Theres his room ... along that corridor.

A moment or two later Ann stood in the doorway. A glance round the big room revealed packing cases into which books and specimens were being stowed. Iain was standing by his desk, a sheaf of papers in his hands. His face, when he looked up, had a kind of icy self-control. Ann said nervously, I heard you were leaving, and as Im going to London tomorrow, I came to say goodbye. He moved forward, took some books from a chair and invited her to sit down. Its good of you to bother, he said. I hope youve completely recovered now. Youre going back to Queen Fridas, I suppose? His voice was cool and remote, full of indifference. Yes, to do my fourth year of training and get my Queen Fridas certificate. Dont work too hard, then, he advised remotely. Its a strenuous life, training in hospital. No, I wont, and you mustnt either. They were addressing each other almost like strangers, Ann thought wretchedly. I must get away. I made the most awful mistake in coming. She stood up and turned to the door. Ann. His voice made her pause, though she did not turn back. Ann, you know that I hope youll be very happy.

Thank you... Her voice was muffled. She must get away before she broke down in complete humiliation. Youyoure not marrying immediately, then? There was desperation in his voice, desperation to keep her just a little longer. Marrying? Ann swung round, her eyes wide. I dont understand. But you were engaged are engaged, I should say, to that house pathologist ... He was there, at Matrons Ball... Anns chin was tilted. My engagement to Michael Lenforth was broken off before I came to Sunbury. I had returned his ring before I ever met you ... Iain. It was the use of his name which broke the spell. His face changed as he strode forward. Ann, my darling, does that mean...? But all questions and explanations seemed futile as their lips met, and they recaptured the happiness which had been theirs for a few hours on the night of the ball.