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says “Aye” and away we go.’ He laughed loudly and cast a terrified glance at his cousin.

      The rector looked amiably round the table. With the exception of Henry, of all the company he seemed the least embarrassed by the arrival of Mrs Ross. If Mr Copeland had been given a round gentle face with unremarkable features and kind shortsighted eyes it would have been a perfect expression of his temperament. But ironical nature had made him magnificently with a head so beautiful that to most observers it seemed that his character must also be on a grand scale. With that head he might have gone far and become an important dignitary of the church, but he was unambitious and sincere, and he loved Pen Cuckoo. He was quite content to live at the rectory as his forebears had lived, to deal with parish affairs, to give what spiritual and bodily comfort he could to his people, and to fend off the advances of Idris Campanula and Eleanor Prentice. He knew very well that both these ladies bitterly resented the presence of Mrs Ross, and that he was in for one of those hideously boring situations when he felt exactly as if he was holding down with his thumb the cork of a bottle filled with seething ginger-pop.

      He said, ‘Thank you very much. I don’t feel that my duties as chairman will be very heavy as we have only met to settle the date and nature of this entertainment, and when that is decided all I shall have to do is to hand everything over to the kind people who take part. Perhaps I should explain a little about the object we have in mind. The Young People’s Friendly Circle, which has done such splendid work in Pen Cuckoo and the neighbouring parishes, is badly in need of funds. Miss Prentice as president and Miss Campanula as secretary, will tell you all about that. What we want more than anything else is a new piano. The present instrument was given by your father, wasn’t it, squire?’

      ‘Yes,’ said Jocelyn. ‘I remember quite well. It was when I was about twelve. It wasn’t new then. I can imagine it’s pretty well a dead horse.’

      ‘We had a tuner up from Great Chipping,’ said Miss Campanula, ‘and he says he can’t do anything more with it. I blame the scouts. Ever since the eldest Cain boy was made scout master they have gone from bad to worse. He’s got no idea of discipline, that young man. On Saturday I found Georgie Biggins trampling up and down the keyboard in his boots and whanging the wires inside with the end of his pole. “If I were your scout-master,” I said, “I’d give you a beating that you’d not forget in a twelvemonth.” His reply was grossly impertinent. I told the eldest Cain that if he couldn’t control his boys himself he’d better hand them over to someone who could.’

      ‘Dear me, yes,’ said the rector hurriedly. ‘Young barbarians they are sometimes. Well now, the piano is of course not the sole property of the YPFC. It was a gift to the parish. But I have suggested that, as they use it a great deal, perhaps it would be well to devote whatever funds result from this entertainment to a piano fund, rather than to a general YPFC fund. I don’t know what you all think about this.’

      ‘How much would a new piano cost?’ asked Dr Templett.

      ‘There’s a very good instrument at Preece’s in Great Chipping,’ said the rector. ‘The price is £50.’

      ‘We can’t hope to make that at our show, can we?’ asked Dinah.

      ‘I tell you what,’ said the squire. ‘I’ll make up the difference. The piano seems to be a Pen Cuckoo affair.’

      There was a general gratified murmur.

      ‘Damned good of you squire,’ said Dr Templett. ‘Very generous.’

      ‘Very good indeed,’ agreed the rector.

      Miss Prentice, without moving, seemed to preen herself. Henry saw Miss Campanula look at her friend and was startled by the singularly venomous glint in her eye. He thought, ‘She’s jealous of Eleanor taking reflected glory from Father’s offer.’ And suddenly he was appalled by the thought of these two ageing women united in so profound a dissonance.

      ‘Perhaps,’ said the rector, ‘we had better have a formal motion.’

      They had a formal motion. The rector hurried them on. A date was fixed three weeks ahead for the performance in the parish hall. Miss Prentice who seemed to have become a secretary by virtue of her seat on the rector’s right hand, made quantities of notes. And all the time each of these eight people knew very well that they merely moved in a circle round the true matter of their meeting. What Miss Prentice called ‘the nature of our little entertainment’ had yet to be determined. Every now and then someone would steal a covert glance at the small pile of modern plays in front of Dinah and the larger pile of elderly French’s acting editions in front of Miss Prentice. And while they discussed prices of admission, and dates, through each of their minds raced their secret thoughts.

      II

      The rector thought, ‘I cannot believe it of Templett. A medical man with an invalid wife! Besides, there’s his professional position. But what persuaded him to bring her here? He must have known how they would talk. I wish Miss Campanula wouldn’t look at me like that. She wants to see me alone again. I wish I’d never said confession was recognized by the church, but how could I not? I wish she wouldn’t confess. I wish that I didn’t get the impression that she and Miss Prentice merely use the confessional as a means of informing against each other. Six parts and seven people. Oh, dear!’

      The squire thought, ‘Eleanor’s quite right, I was good in Ici on Parle Française. Funny how some people take to the stage naturally. Now, if Dinah and Henry try to suggest one of those modern things, as likely as not there will be nothing that suits me. What I’d like is one of those charming not-so-young men in a Marie Tempest comedy. Mrs Ross could play the Marie Tempest part. Eleanor and old Idris wouldn’t have that at any price. I wonder if it’s true that they don’t really kiss on the stage because of the grease paint. Still, at rehearsals … I wonder if it’s true about Templett and Mrs Ross. I’m as young as ever I was. What the devil am I going to do about Henry and Dinah Copeland? Dinah’s a pretty girl. Hard, though. Modern. If only the Copelands were a bit better off it wouldn’t matter. I suppose they’ll talk about me, both of them. Henry will say something clever. Blast and damn Eleanor! Why the devil couldn’t she hold her tongue, and then I shouldn’t have had to deal with it. Six parts and seven people. Why shouldn’t she be in it, After all? I suppose Templett would want the charming not-so-young part and they’d turn me into some bloody comic old dodderer.’

      Eleanor Prentice thought, ‘If I take care and manage this well it will look as if it’s Idris who is making all the trouble and he will think her uncharitable. Six parts and seven people. Idris is determined to stop that Ross woman at all costs. I can see one of Idris’s tantrums coming. That’s all to the good. I shall be forty-nine next month. Idris is more than forty-nine. Dinah should work in the parish. I wonder what goes on among actors and actresses. Dressing and undressing behind the scenes and travelling about together. If I could find out that Dinah had – If I married, Jocelyn would make me an allowance. To see that woman look at Templett like that and he at her! Dinah and Henry! I can’t bear it. I can’t endure it. Never show you’re hurt. I want to look at him, but I mustn’t. Henry might be watching. Henry knows. A parish priest should be married. His head is like an angel’s head. No. Not an angel’s. A Greek God. Prostrate before Thy throne to lie and gaze and gaze on thee. Oh, God, let him love me!’

      Henry thought, ‘Tomorrow morning if it’s fine I shall meet Dinah above Cloudyfold and tell her that I love her. Why shouldn’t Templett have his Selia Ross in the play? Six parts and seven people to the devil! Let’s find a new play. I’m in love for the first time. I’ve crossed the border into a strange country and never again will there be a moment quite like this. Tomorrow morning, if it’s fine, Dinah and I will be up on Cloudyfold.’

      Dinah thought, ‘Tomorrow morning, if it’s fine, Henry will be waiting for me above Cloudyfold and I think he will tell me he loves me. There will be nobody in the whole wide world but Henry and me.’

      Templett thought, ‘I’ll have to be careful. I suppose I was a fool to suggest her coming, but after she said she was so keen on acting it seemed the

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