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above her bed and, crossing herself piously in the Russian Orthodox manner, prayed again to the Virgin and Child, just to make sure. She was relieved, on counting them home next morning, that twelve planes came in to land at Holdenby Moor.

      Not long after, the phone rang and she found herself shaking when a voice whispered, ‘Hullo there, hen. Just thought I’d let you know I’m back. Can we meet?’

      That was when the drawing-room door opened and she was forced to reply, ‘Daisy! Hi! I think so. When?’

      ‘The crossroads outside Holdenby,’ Tim had replied, laughter in his voice. ‘Tonight at seven – okay?’

      ‘Could you make it half-past, Daisy?’

      And Tim had said that half-past seven was just fine and that he looked forward to seeing her.

      Tatania spent the rest of that day partly on a pale pink cloud and partly in a trough of gloom, worried lest when they met at the crossroads someone should see them, though as it turned out no one did. They had walked the narrow road that led to Holdenby Pike with never a car passing them – thanks be for petrol rationing – and Tim kissed her, which made her cheeks flame and her heart bump deliciously.

      That first kiss was kind and gentle, because she hadn’t quite known how to do it and blushingly told him so, though he assured her gravely that she would get much better with practice.

      ‘Tomorrow night is a bit – well, uncertain,’ he whispered throatily, kissing the tip of her nose, which Tatiana found thrilling, ‘and I mightn’t be able to phone, but Wednesday should be okay. Shall we say Wednesday – the Creesby dance? Will I call for you?’

      ‘No, Tim! Oh, no!’

      ‘But of course, you’ll be going with Daisy,’ he grinned. ‘See you at the dance, then?’

      ‘Yes, please,’ she breathed, closing her eyes, lifting her face to his. And she parted her lips a little, just to let him know she wanted him to kiss her again.

      And their second kiss had been wonderful.

      

      Tatiana was grateful that on the morning of the Creesby dance, Grandfather Sutton made a final check of the locks of the rooms in which he had been allowed to store his furniture, then handed over two complete sets of keys to the army major waiting to take possession of Pendenys Place. That a third set of keys was still in Edward Sutton’s pocket was of little consequence, he having neither the need nor the desire ever to use them. But having them meant he had not quite given up Pendenys, though why the thought should please him he had no idea.

      He had readily agreed to the military commandeering the house he had lived in all his married life, his only regret being that if there really was a hereafter, then Clemmy would be reading his thoughts and sending down her wrath against him for not putting up more of a fight of it, for Pendenys had been his wife’s pride and joy.

      And on the Wednesday of the Creesby dance, Tatiana’s mother was so occupied with making sure Grandfather Sutton was welcomed and made comfortable that she had even agreed to her daughter staying late at Daisy’s house, provided she was seen safely home by eleven o’clock.

      Drew and Daisy were waiting at Keeper’s Cottage when, breathless from pedalling, Tatiana propped her cycle against one of the dog houses, apologizing for being late and begging them never, ever, to tell anyone about the Creesby dance.

      ‘I won’t tell Aunt Anna on you,’ Drew admonished, ‘but just let’s hope, Tatty, that she doesn’t mention it to me so I don’t have to tell any lies.’

      ‘She won’t. She’s going to be far too busy fussing over Grandfather ever to bother. And I’m sorry I involved you in it, Daisy,’ she said contritely, as they walked to the bothy to pick up Gracie, ‘but I’ll die if I don’t see Tim again.’

      ‘Tatty! You haven’t fallen for him?’ Daisy demanded. ‘For heaven’s sake, you hardly know him!’

      ‘I do, so! I’ve known him four days and that’s time enough. Besides,’ she added defiantly, ‘I met him on Tuesday as well. We went to the top of Holdenby Pike and –’

      ‘Spare us the details,’ Drew grinned. ‘And we won’t snitch on you, Tatty, just so long as you watch it – you know what I’m getting at?’

      ‘Of course I know and you needn’t worry, Drew. I didn’t come down with the last fall of snow,’ she flung testily, though what she would do if Tim ever wanted to do that, she wasn’t entirely sure. ‘And I think you should mind your own business and watch yourself with the land girl. You’re gone on her, aren’t you?’

      ‘No, I’m really not. I like Gracie, though, to dance with. Now for Pete’s sake let’s get a move on or we’ll miss the bus!’

      He was pleased, for all that, to see how attractive Gracie looked in the borrowed blue dress and found himself hoping that other men at the dance didn’t find her equally so. They danced well together, and tonight Gracie had promised to teach him the dip and the spin; if he could get a look-in, that was, because, on seeing her legs for the first time, it had to be admitted they were wasted in breeches and dungarees!

      

      ‘Are you all clued up for Saturday, then?’ Julia settled herself on the hearth rug, leaning her back against Nathan’s armchair.

      ‘The wedding? Yes. I’ve had a chat with them both and gone over the service. Mary wants the obey bit left in,’ he laughed, ‘though once she’s got the ring on her finger, I think we know who’ll be obeying.’

      ‘Mary has waited a long time for Will Stubbs,’ Julia defended.

      ‘Like I waited for you, wife.’ There was no rancour in Nathan’s voice.

      ‘Mm. And soon we’ll be having our second anniversary. Shall we have a bit of a do, if the rations will run to it? I tried to persuade Mother to have a party for her eightieth birthday, but she won’t hear of it. She doesn’t want reminding, she said, that she’s been living on borrowed time for the last ten years. I wish she’d let us make just a little fuss. A lot of the tenants seem to be expecting it, and Tilda’s saving some of the rations to make her just a little cake – with one big pink candle on it.’

      ‘I don’t think we should push her.’ Nathan wound a strand of Julia’s hair round his forefinger.

      ‘You could be right, love. But we might be able to pull something off. How about a get-together for our anniversary and whilst we’re about it we could toast Mother’s birthday – belatedly, sort of. There are still a few bottles of decent stuff in the cellar – why leave them for Hitler’s lot to get their hands on?’

      ‘Julia! I thought we’d agreed, no more invasion talk. There isn’t going to be one, I know it.’

      ‘Oh? Got God’s phone number, have you?’

      ‘No. He’s ex-directory. But it’s a gut feeling I’ve got that we’ll be all right, so let’s talk about turning our anniversary into a surprise party for your mother’s eightieth, because that’s what you really intend, isn’t it?’

      ‘It is, actually. We’d have to be careful – make sure she didn’t get wind of it.’

      ‘You’re a scheming woman, Julia Sutton.’ He wasn’t at all sure it was a good idea. Aunt Helen had aged visibly this last year. The coming of another war so soon after the last one had upset the elderly, many of whom would never quite push the carnage of the trenches behind them. And Drew joining the Navy hadn’t helped. There were times, Nathan had to admit, when Helen’s frailty worried him. ‘Scheming and devious and I don’t know why I love you so much.’

      ‘I’m perfect, that’s why. And stop fiddling with my hair! You’re only looking for grey bits! Now – about Mother’s birthday party. Pity it’ll be a couple of months late, but I’m determined she’ll have one. Tell you what – why don’t we hold it in the parish hall? That

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