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told her, “and so is – Yvette.”

      Her sister just stared at her.

      After a moment she asked,

      “Did you – did you say – dead?”

      “Yes. According to this letter from the Police, Papa and Yvette went sailing, which, as you know, he always loved. A sudden storm got up and his yacht collided with a – cargo boat – and it sank. Their bodies were recovered, but they were already drowned.”

      Amalita’s voice sounded so very strange, as if it was extremely difficult for her to utter the words.

      Carolyn put her hands up to her eyes.

      “Oh, poor Papa! How could he have gone so far away from us?”

      “I find it just impossible to believe,” Amalita said, “You can read the letter for yourself. It is in French.”

      “You know very well that my French is not as good as yours,” Carolyn objected. “Tell me what it says.”

      “Just as I told you,” Amalita replied. “Papa and Yvette went sailing. They were both drowned and the Police said it took them some time to find out who Papa was and whom they could contact.”

      She looked down at the letter again before she went on,

      “In fact it was only when they found our letter to him that they were aware of his address.”

      “So they wrote to you,” Carolyn said. “When did it all happen?”

      “I can hardly believe it true, but it was nearly a month ago,” her sister answered.

      “How can they have taken so long?” Carolyn asked.

      For a moment Amalita did not reply.

      Then after a moment she said,

      “It seems terrible to think we were enjoying ourselves and not worrying a bit about Papa and all the time he was dead.”

      There was another silence before Carolyn remarked,

      “He did not – worry very much about – us after he – married Yvette.”

      Now there was a distinct bitterness in her tone, which her sister did not miss.

      She jumped up from the chair and moved to put her arms around Amalita.

      “I know how upset you must be,” she said, “because you loved Papa and he meant so much to you. But you know, if you are truthful, that we had lost him after Mama died and he married that Frenchwoman.”

      Amalita drew in a deep breath.

      “You are right,” she agreed. “‘That Frenchwoman’ as you call her, changed him completely. I gather from this letter that he was not staying in Nice under his own name, which means that he did not wish to meet any of his old friends.”

      “How could she have a hold over him so – quickly?” Carolyn asked in bewilderment.

      Her sister did not reply.

      Two years older than Carolyn, she was aware that Yvette, whom her father had met in Paris, had swept him off his feet.

      He had gone to Paris because he was so desperately unhappy after his wife’s death and he found their home intolerable to live in.

      “I see your mother in every room,” he had muttered to his older daughter. “I find myself calling for her as I come in through the front door and I just cannot sleep at night because she is not beside me.

      Before he could say the next words, Amalita knew what they would be.

      “I must go away,” Sir Frederick Maulpin said. “I must try and get control of myself, but I cannot stay here and go mad.”

      There was an agony as he spoke that told his daughter he was speaking the truth.

      “You are so right. Papa,” she said gently. “You should go away and I know when you come back that things will seem different.”

      She helped him to pack up his boxes and Sir Frederick had left the next day.

      He did not take his valet with him and Amalita knew that it was because he was trying hard to forget everything that his home had meant to him for twenty-one years.

      Because she was older than her sister and so closer to their father, he had told her that he had been a somewhat raffish young man in his youth.

      She guessed that he had had very many love affairs, enjoyed himself in London and travelled on the Continent whenever he felt like it.

      He was indeed well off.

      He could afford all the perquisites for the pleasure of a handsome, hearty young man who had nothing better to do than to enjoy himself.

      He had a stable full of fine horses and he hunted with two of the best packs in the County of Leicestershire.

      He had two or three horses that had won several minor races.

      He played polo and belonged to two of the smartest Gentleman’s Clubs in St. James’s, White’s and Boodles.

      Amalita knew without his telling her that he had been on the lists as a most eligible bachelor of every important hostess in London.

      When he went to stay in France or any other country in Europe, he was able to stay at the British Embassy.

      He was the guest of noble families in many countries he visited.

      He was the eighth Baronet and the family was known as one of the oldest and most respected in England.

      Queen Victoria frequently invited him to luncheon and dinner parties at Windsor Castle.

      Then, so unexpectedly that it surprised even him, he fell head-over-heels in love.

      Amalita knew only too well that her mother had been overwhelmingly beautiful, but not of great social standing.

      Her father was a gentleman and a Country Squire.

      He had, however, never aspired to shine brightly in the smartest Society in which he moved.

      Having lost his heart, his character and his personality changed.

      He bought a pretty black and white Medieval house in Worcestershire with a large estate and settled down there with the woman he loved.

      He forgot the friends who had been so close to him in London.

      The only disappointment in all the years that followed was that he did not have a son.

      His first-born was a daughter who resembled him.

      He christened her “Amalita” because he thought that she looked like a Greek Goddess.

      She was quite different from her mother in that she had dark hair with strange lights in it and her eyes were the green-grey of the sea.

      “She is just so lovely,” Sir Frederick declared, “that I really believe, my darling, that she is a gift from God.”

      Their second daughter, Carolyn, who was born two years later, closely resembled Elizabeth Maulpin.

      She also had a very sweet and gentle character, which made everyone she met love her as they loved her mother.

      Amalita could be fiery and forceful, so like her father. She also had his imagination and his acute intelligence.

      It amazed him, having all these fine attributes, that he should be content with one woman in the country.

      In some extraordinary way it was as if they were the complete complement of each other.

      It was her father who had told Amalita about what the Greeks believed in.

      When man was first created, he was alone in the world and wanted a companion. So the Gods cut him in half.

      Always for the rest of his existence he looked

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