Текст книги "Time for Silence"

Автор книги: Philippa Carr

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My mother herself was very busy with all sorts of charities to aid what was called “the war effort”—mainly the Red Cross, in which she took a special interest. We were all called in to help from time to time.

It was one dark November day when Mrs. Cherry came to my room to tell me a gentleman had called to see me. He was waiting in the drawing room. I immediately thought of Marcus Merrivale. I glanced at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were pink, my eyes shining. I was excited.

I hurried down to the drawing room in a mood of pleasurable anticipation. I opened the door and there was Robert.

Delight swept over me. I had forgotten I was expecting Marcus.

“Robert!” I cried.

He was grinning at me rather sheepishly. He looked different in khaki. It was not really becoming. It would be later when he gained his commission and a smart uniform with it—but he was not yet in that position. He looked very fit and well. His skin was slightly tanned and he had lost just a little of that gangling look which had been so essentially Robert.

I rushed to him and we hugged each other.

“It is wonderful to see you,” I cried. “I have been wondering when I should.”

“I feel the same,” he replied. “It seems ages. I’ve heard all about your journey home. That must have been quite an adventure.”

“Oh, it was.”

“It was lucky that your uncle was able to arrange to have you brought out.”

“Otherwise we should have had to go with the refugees.”

“It was a Major Merrivale, I heard, who brought you home.”

“Yes. He was so good.”

“He would be. And his position helped, of course. I was dreadfully worried when I thought of you in that school. Belgium, of all places!”

“I often wonder what is happening there now. Madame Rochère, who owned the school, is a very aristocratic, haughty lady. I try to think of what might be happening to her.”

“It’s very unpleasant to be in an occupied country…something I hope we shall never have to face.”

“Of course we shall not have to! That would be quite unthinkable. There is always the Channel. It won’t be the same with the French.”

“That’s so. I often think about my grandfather…so does my mother. We don’t hear what’s happening in Bordeaux.”

“I think that Monsieur Bourdon will know how to look after himself.”

“So do I, but we should like to hear.”

“Robert, tell me about yourself.”

“Well…it’s a hard life at first, but I’m getting used to it. We do a lot of riding, which I enjoy, as you can guess, and one gets used to the long day and the shouting and the orders that have to be obeyed instantly. One doesn’t dislike it. There’s some wonderful comradeship, and it’s a good feeling when you drop into bed absolutely worn out, to sleep and sleep until reveille.”

“Are you longing to be home, Robert?”

“For a lot of reasons, yes. But we’ve got to fight this war and win it. If we all stayed at home, we’d never do that.”

“How long leave have you got?”

“Three days more. I’ve had two at home and the rest I’m spending in London.”

“Oh…good.”

“My sister and mother came up with me. They’re here now. My father had to stay behind. There’s so much work to do.”

“Does he mind your coming here?”

“You know how he is. He always sees the point and wants to do what the family wants. And of course, my mother and Annabelinda said we should spend the time in London to see you and your family.”

“I’m so glad you’re here.”

“It’s so long since I’ve seen you. It was last Christmas. Just think of that. We’ve never been away from each other so long before.”

“I don’t believe we have. How are you going to spend your leave now that you’re here?”

“With you…and…”

“With Annabelinda, your mother and the rest of us.”

“I daresay they’ll want to be off into town.”

“What a lovely prospect!”

He caught my hand and looked into my face. “Do you really mean that, Lucinda?”

“Of course I do.”

“You’ve changed a little.”

“In what way?”

“Grown up.”

“We’re doing that all the time.”

“By more than a year, I mean. I suppose it’s the war and all you must have seen on that awful journey. I heard about the baby.”

“Oh, yes. You must see Edward.”

“It must have been a terrible experience, seeing that woman dying….And it was wonderful of you to care about the baby.”

“I knew you’d understand.”

“There was nothing else you could have done. I hear he’s a fine little fellow.”

“And did you hear about Andrée Latour?”

“Yes, Annabelinda told me. She said Major Merrivale was wonderful.”

“Yes, he was.”

“I wish I’d been the one, Lucinda.”

“Well, you were in training, weren’t you, and I suppose Uncle Gerald thought he would do it very well…which he did.”

“It must have been extraordinary…the whole thing…and you just out of school.”

“I’m home now and things seem more or less normal. Miss Carruthers, one of the mistresses from the school, came with us. She’s acting as governess to me now.”

“Well, you’re only fifteen, of course.”

He sighed, and I said, “You seem to find that regrettable.”

“Well,” he admitted, “I wish you were a little older. Seventeen, say.”

“Seventeen? Is that such a ripe old age?”

“It’s an age when you can start thinking about the future.”

“I suppose one can start thinking about the future at any time.”

“I mean making plans…reasonable plans.”

I looked puzzled and he went on. “Never mind. We’ll talk about all that later. What would you like to do? Go to a theater? A pity we can’t go riding. We wouldn’t want to go in the Row. I’d like to gallop over fields.”

“We could do a little walking in the park. Just as we used to.”

“That would be fun. Could we get away from everyone?”

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” he said.

“I think that as this is your leave, you should choose.”

Annabelinda had come into the room. She kissed me fondly.

“I thought I’d let my big brother give you a surprise before letting you know we were here. What do you think of him?”

“I think he looks very well, and it is wonderful to see him.”

“I knew you’d think that. Lucinda’s a great admirer of yours, Robert.”

“The admiration is mutual.”

Annabelinda laughed. She was in good spirits.

Her mother came in. She looked very elegant; she was remarkably like her daughter. She swept me into her embrace.

“Dear Lucinda! How wonderful to see you!”

My mother was with her.

“Isn’t it a lovely surprise to see Robert?” she said.

I agreed that it was.

“I’m so glad you came here,” she added to Robert.

“Oh, I wanted to see you all.”

“And particularly his dear Lucinda,” added Annabelinda.

“Robert was just saying what he would like to do,” I said. “I told him he must make the decisions as it is his leave.”

“And only three days of it,” added my mother.

“Never mind,” said Robert. “I’ll make the most of it.”

We went into luncheon.

Annabelinda asked after Miss Carruthers and Andrée Latour.

“Miss Carruthers is a stickler for conventions,” explained my mother. “She dines with us on certain occasions, but I fancy she does so with a certain reluctance. She is very much aware of her place—and I really think prefers to eat alone. As for Andrée, she is in the nursery with Edward during the day, but very often dines with us.”

“And is it all working out well with this baby?” asked Aunt Belinda.

“Wonderfully. We wouldn’t be without him.”

“How cozy!” said Aunt Belinda. “But then you were always a cozy person, Lucie.”

“I’m not sure whether that is a compliment or not,” laughed my mother.

“Oh, it’s a compliment, Lucie dear. By the way, did you see any more of that nice Major Merrivale?”

Annabelinda was alert…watching me.

“No,” replied my mother. “Soldiers are kept very busy at a time like this.”

“What a pity. We missed him that time he came to dinner. I thought he was such a charming man.”

“Very charming,” said my mother.

“And of such a good family. This dreadful war…it just spoils everything.”

“It goes on and on,” said my mother. “And now we’ve declared war on Turkey. So…more trouble in that quarter. And wasn’t the sinking of the Good Hope and the Monmouth terrible?”

“I refuse to talk of these horrible things,” said Aunt Belinda. “I have had enough of it and so must you, Lucie. I expect Joel brings home all the horrible news, doesn’t he?”

“We don’t have to wait for that,” retorted my mother. “It’s in the papers.”

“My Robert is concerned about the land. Produce more and more crops. But as I said, enough! Are the shops still exciting? I don’t think we should neglect ourselves…just because there is a war on.”

My mother laughed at her, just as she must have laughed all through the years—and as I did with Annabelinda.

Then Robert told us some amusing stories about life on Salisbury Plain.

“You learn how to be Spartan and stoical,” he said. He imitated the sergeant major and told us some of the sarcastic remarks made about the pampered lives of the recruits before they had fallen into his hands: “You’re in the army now” and “Mummy’s not there to kiss her little darling and tuck him in at night.” Apparently there was one who took a sadistic delight in harassing any who showed signs of weakness.

He told us how one night they had all been celebrating in the local inn, and the sadistic riding instructor became so intoxicated that he did not know what was happening to him. Some of the recruits took him out onto the Plain, stripped him of his clothes, folded them up and put them beside him and left him.

“I have to report,” said Robert, “that the next morning he was at the stables, none the worse for his adventure, and he behaved as though nothing had happened, making no reference to the incident.”

“He deserved it,” said Aunt Belinda.

“Still, it showed he had some good in him, to accept the revenge of those he had humiliated,” said my mother.

“Trust Lucie to see good in everything!” retorted Aunt Belinda.

“Well, there is usually something good in everyone,” I said.

“I see you are bringing up your daughter to be like you, Lucie,” said Aunt Belinda.

“Which seems to be a very good idea,” added Robert. He went on. “At least the fellow was a good sport. We respected him more after that. He was ready to take what he gave. I suppose he looked upon it as rough justice.”

“Well, Annabelinda and I are not as nice as you and your daughter, Lucie,” said Aunt Belinda. “We would have gloated, wouldn’t we, darling? We would have left him without his clothes, too. Then you’d see whether he was back on duty, nobly ignoring the wrong done to him.”

“We don’t hate him all that much,” explained Robert. “He is a bit of a brute, but it couldn’t have been all that easy training a lot of raw recruits.”

“We must go to the theater while we are in town,” said Aunt Belinda, changing the subject.

Robert and I were together a good deal during those three days. We enjoyed walking about London. We were in complete harmony, liked the same things and were almost aware of what the other was thinking.

When we walked over Westminster Bridge, we would pause and look around us and think of days of our youth. We remembered that I had left my gloves on a seat in Green Park and we had gone back to look for them. He could recall, as I did, that immense joy and excitement when we found them on the seat, just where I had left them. We were both overawed as we passed the magnificent Houses of Parliament, with the river running past, and those great Gothic-style towers looking as though they had been there for centuries, though they were not yet a hundred years old. They represented something precious to us—home, our country, of which we had always been proud and grateful to be a part. Now that feeling was intensified. We were fighting to save ourselves from foreign domination; we were fighting so that little countries like Belgium should not be violently invaded without warning. And Robert was going into battle. I was both apprehensive for and proud of him.

All this we felt as we walked together. We often made our way to Green Park and looked at the ducks. We found the seat on which I had left my gloves. That made us laugh, and we began recalling more incidents from the past.

“It seems, Lucinda,” said Robert, “that our lives have always been entwined.”

“It is because of the friendship between our mothers.”

“You and Annabelinda are like sisters.”

“Yes. It has always been like that Although I have not seen much of her this visit.”

“I think they have conspired to leave us together.”

“Do you?”

“Oh, obviously. I’m not complaining.”

“Nor I. I think they have been busy shopping. They are always like that when they come to London.”

“They would like to have a place up here, but since your parents give us shelter, I suppose they think it is not essential. And my father is against it.”

“But I suppose he would give way.”

“I suppose so. This has been a wonderful leave.”

“I hope you are not going to mind going back to that awful riding instructor too much.”

“What I am going to mind is leaving you.”

“Oh, Robert…I do hate your going.”

He took my hand and pressed it. “Write to me, Lucinda.”

“Of course.”

“And tell me everything that’s happening.”

“I will…and you, too.”

“I expect our letters will be censored.”

“I don’t want to hear war news. I want to hear your news.”

He laughed. “There’ll be another leave and then I should get my commission.”

“And that could mean going right away.”

“I suppose so.”

“Perhaps it will be over by then.”

“Who knows? Lucinda, you seem quite a bit older these days. I mean, more than your years.”

“Do I? I think it must be because of what happened. That sort of thing jerks you out of your childhood.”

“Fifteen. Then you’ll be sixteen. Sixteen would be quite mature.”

“You make me feel like some old crone.”

“Oh, no. I just wish you were a little nearer to my age, that’s all.”

“If I had been, you might not have been the nice big brother to me that you have been all my life.”

“That’s just it.”

“What?”

“Grow up quickly, Lucinda, there’s a good girl.”

“I promise to do all I can about the matter.”

He turned to me and kissed my cheek. “It is lovely to be with you,” he said. “We understand each other.”

“Yes. I think we do. I shall be very sad when you go back tomorrow, Robert.”

“Let’s plan for my next leave then.”

“What a good idea! And in the meantime I’ll see what I can do to speed up the growing process.”

“Just do that,” he said.

And after that we walked back to the house. We were both a little quieter than usual.

We all went to the station to see Robert off. Aunt Belinda and Annabelinda were staying a few more days.

I was surprised and more than a little shocked that Annabelinda showed no interest whatsoever in Edward; and if he were referred to, a mask would come over her face and she would affect indifference. I was sure she could not feel this but she gave the impression that she was annoyed with me for bringing him to England. She would have preferred he had remained in Belgium, conveniently out of the way.

I suppose her point was logical enough. That was an episode in her life that she wanted to forget, and my action had brought the result of it right out into the open to remind her whenever she visited us.

But it seemed to me inhuman that a woman should have no interest in, no curiosity about her own son.

She was full of high spirits and seemed to have forgiven me for not telling her that the dinner for Marcus Merrivale had had to be changed to a different date.

She came to my room to have a little chat now and then, away from everyone. We talked about school and what might be happening to Madame Rochère.

“I am sure she will be directing the army of occupation,” said Annabelinda.

“Poor Madame Rochère, I hardly think it will be like that.”

“You can’t imagine Rochy knuckling under to anyone, can you?”

“In these circumstances, yes.”

“I can’t help thinking how neatly it all worked out. That was due to the incomparable major. You haven’t heard anything of him, have you?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

“You were a bit secretive about him once. I just wondered.”

“I’m not secretive at all. I did not know when I wrote to you. I suppose he is now somewhere in France…or Belgium.”

“I thought perhaps that, as he is in the same regiment as your uncle, you might know.”

“I don’t know where Uncle Gerald is. This is war. There are lots of things which have to be kept secret.”

“I know that. We’re not allowed to forget it, are we? I expect he is having a jolly time.”

“I should imagine it is not so very jolly out there.”

“He would always have a good time. He was such fun to be with. You and Robert get on very well, don’t you?”

“Yes. You know we always did.”

“He’s a good sort, Robert. You and he are just right for each other.”

“What do you mean?”

She laughed scornfully. “You know what I mean. I think the families have always had it in mind. It’s what they want.”

“You mean…?”

“Of course, you idiot. Wedding bells and all that. If you were a year or two older, he would have asked you by now. I should have thought that was obvious.”

“It wasn’t obvious at all. I’ve always liked Robert. We’ve always been good friends.”

“The best basis for marriage, they say. You like him, don’t you? Wouldn’t it be fun to be sisters-in-law? It’s what they all want, you know.”

“I don’t believe my parents give a thought to all that. As for you, Annabelinda, I think you should concern yourself with your affairs and leave mine to me.”

“Oh!” she said mockingly. “Dear Lucinda, Robert adores you and you adore him. You’re the perfect match. You’re so alike. When you marry him, you’ll go down to the country, have ten children and be the perfect married couple who’ll live happily ever after.”

“Annabelinda, will you stop arranging my life?”

“I’m not arranging it. I’m just saying what it will be—and it will be the best thing for you.”

“Are you adding clairvoyance to your many accomplishments?”

“I am just being logical and seeing what is right under my eyes. You look really cross. Do you want me to go?”

“Yes…if you are going to foretell the future. Why don’t you look to your own?”

“I do, Lucinda. I do all the time.”

I looked at her steadily. I could see how her mind worked. She had taken a great fancy to Marcus Merrivale. His family was rich and socially desirable, while he himself was so attractive—a perfect combination. She was hoping to see him again, to enchant him—something which she felt herself capable of doing—and she was just a little fearful that, simply because of the advantage I had of being the niece of his superior officer, I might have opportunities that were denied to her.

I laughed at her, but after she had gone I began to think of the implication of what she had said.

Was it true my family was eager for me to marry Robert? I knew they would welcome it, because they were fond of him. And Robert? He had been very tender and a little cryptic…if one could imagine his ever being so. He had intimated that if I were older he might propose marriage to me.

The thought gave me a pleasurable, comfortable feeling.

Perhaps I was flattered. I liked Robert very much. On the other hand, images of Marcus Merrivale kept intruding…I remembered him on the road to the border between France and Belgium…traveling to Calais between France and Belgium…traveling to Calais…and later in our own drawing room.

I was rather excited because Annabelinda clearly saw me as a rival.

Christmas had come: a Christmas of curtailed activities. There was a war on and people remembered that earlier it had been said it would be over by Christmas; and here was Christmas and the war was still with us.

The easy victory was not to be. Some of the wounded were being brought back across the Channel, and still it went on.

From the first, my mother had been deeply involved in charities. Now she saw an opportunity to do more.

It was in April of the following year that she had the idea of turning Marchlands into a hospital for wounded soldiers.

Marchlands was convenient. It was not too far from the coast or from London. It was in a good situation, surrounded by forest, and the pure air would make it ideal for convalescence. The house was large and suited to the project.

There was a great deal of excitement; my mother was completely absorbed. My father, of course, would have to stay in London during the week, but he could come down for weekends. The household would be moved down there. Two doctors would be employed with several nurses. Miss Carruthers and I could be of use. We were not trained, of course, but there were lots of jobs to be done in a hospital which did not demand that skill. We were all caught up in it. There were journeys to and from Marchlands. Everything seemed to have been overshadowed by the plan—even the war.

It was in May when Marcus came again. He was with Uncle Gerald and they were both preparing to leave for Gallipoli in a few days’ time, although the week before they had just come back from France.

It was a lively meal we had, with Uncle Gerald and Marcus talking most of the time about military matters. Uncle Gerald had always been like that, my mother had told me once. He loved fighting battles on the tablecloth with the pepper pot representing some fortress and the salt for the guns. He would pick up some dish to stand for the opposing forces.

My father listened intently. He was very preoccupied these days. There was anxiety in high places. The war was not proving as easy to win as some had calculated.

“The whole operation is to relieve the Russians,” Uncle Gerald was saying. “That’s why we are coming to grips with the Turks on the Dardanelles.”

“Fisher doesn’t approve,” said my father. “And you know he is in charge.”

“That’s bad,” said Uncle Gerald. “The First Sea Lord creating the wrong impression.”

“Churchill’s opinion is that a combined military and naval operation could knock Turkey out of the war.”

“That’s what we’re aiming to do.”

“This will be a little different from France,” said Marcus. “We’re getting tired of trench warfare.”

“An awful way to go to war,” agreed Uncle Gerald. “Living like troglodytes almost. Dodging the enemy instead of going out to fight him.”

Afterward I had a few words with Marcus in the drawing room.

“When are you leaving?” I asked.

“Any moment. When the call comes. One is never absolutely sure.”

“How uncertain everything is in wartime!”

“I believe, dear Lucinda, that it can even be so in peacetime.”

“Do you think it will soon be over?”

“One becomes a little wary of prophecy. Only one thing is certain. We are all growing older every day.”

“You speak as though that is something to be pleased about. Lots of people hate getting old.”

“That depends where you stand in life. Perverse, is it not? Some would do anything to hold back the years; others would like to advance them.”

“Into which category do you fall?”

“I should like you to rush on a few years while I stayed where I am.”

It was the second time the question of my youth had arisen—first with Robert, now with Marcus. It must be significant.

I could not resist saying, “Whatever for?”

“Because there are things I should like to say to you and I cannot say them now.”

“I might like to hear them.”

“Don’t tempt me, dear little Lucinda. Just grow up, please. You are sixteen years old, or you will be this year.”

“Not until September.”

“I shall remember that. This time next year you will be all but seventeen, and being a very clever young lady, I am sure you will have the wisdom of a seventeen-year-old before you reach that age.”

“You seem to think seventeen is a significant age.”

“Oh, yes, it is. It is when a maiden is on the brink of womanhood.”

“It sounds very poetic.”

“You bring out the poet in me. In fact, such is your influence that you bring out the good in me. So we must see each other as often as possible, so that good may prevail.”

“How? When you will be away?”

“We will think about each other every day. And at the first opportunity I will come to see whether you have kept your promise to grow up quickly.”

“Did I make such a promise? And in any case I cannot do so if you persist in treating me like a child.”

He looked at me intently and said, “Forgive me. If we were anywhere else but in your parents’ drawing room, I should be tempted to forget your age.”

There was no mistaking his meaning. I thought of Annabelinda. This was what she feared. The thought excited me.

Two days later he left for Gallipoli.

I thought about him a great deal. Was he really telling me he cared for me? Or was that lighthearted caressing manner the one he bestowed on all females? I was a little bemused, but I had to confess that I was attracted by him. Annabelinda had shown a certain perception. I wondered what she would say if she had heard our conversation.

I followed the campaign in Gallipoli. It seemed very far away and particularly dangerous. If only it could all be over! What would happen then?

We should soon be leaving for Marchlands. The hospital was almost ready. Miss Carruthers was very enthusiastic about it. There would be no curtailment of lessons, she said, but it would be illuminating for us to learn something of the procedure in hospitals and at the same time gratifying to contribute to the war effort. Andrée agreed with her and hoped that Edward would spare her for the occasional hour.

I was thinking a great deal about Marcus, wondering when I should see him again and whether he would continue in the same strain of flirtatious innuendo. I had to admit I found it all exciting. He was a most attractive man—in fact, the most attractive I had ever met. And that was not just in my eyes; most people would agree with me. That he had noticed me was very gratifying.

I tried to get all the information I could about the campaign in the Dardanelles, and I was very anxious when I heard that all was not going well.

But what did go well in this war? There was bad news from across the Channel. It seemed as though the end was by no means in sight.

I tried to catch some of my mother’s enthusiasm for the hospital project and to stop my thoughts from continually straying to Marcus.

One night, when there was a full moon, I suddenly awoke. It may have been the brightness of that moon shining on me that aroused me. Something had, and I was not sure whether I had been dreaming.

Everything seemed so still outside. Ever since the first Zeppelin had been sighted crossing the coast in early December of the previous year, people had looked up anxiously at the full moon. What was so delightful in peacetime could be a hazard in war. When the enemy came in their airships, they would choose a moonlit night. They would attempt to devastate our houses as they had that of Jacques and Marguerite.

I was wide awake suddenly. Yes, something had awakened me. I listened. A light footfall; the creak of a floorboard. Someone was walking about the house.

I glanced at the clock by my bed. It was nearly two o’clock. I got out of bed, felt for my slippers, caught up my dressing gown and opened the door.

I looked out. There was no one in the corridor. Then I heard it again. Someone was on the stairs.

I hurried to the landing, and as I looked down, I saw a figure descending cautiously.

To my amazement it was Andrée.

“Andrée,” I whispered. “Andrée, what’s wrong?”

She turned and for a second I saw a look of fear on her face. Then she said, “Oh…it’s you. For a moment I thought…I’ve awakened you. I’m so sorry, Lucinda.”

“Is something wrong?”

“No. I don’t think so. You know how anxious I get about Edward.”

“What’s wrong with him?”

“Nothing much.” She had come up the stairs and stood beside me.

“What were you doing?” I asked.

“I was just going down to the kitchen to get some honey.”

“Honey! At this time of night? It’s nearly two.”

“Well, he has a little cough, you see. It kept him awake for a bit. He’s sleeping now, so I thought I’d slip down and get the honey, which does soothe him. Don’t worry. It’s just a slight chill. He’s been a little poorly the last day, I thought. And the cough was threatening to keep him awake.”

“I’ll get the doctor in the morning.”

“That may not be necessary. It’s just that this cough kept him awake for a while, and then when he did doze off…I slipped down to get the honey.”

“It’s a good idea. I’ll come with you.”

“Do you know where they keep the honey?”

“No, but we’ll find it. They must have some. It would be with the preserves…jams and things. You really don’t think it’s anything serious, do you?”

“Mon Dieu, no. I just fuss over him, I’m afraid. But you understand that. You are as bad as I am. I do know that children get these little ailments and are over them in no time. He’ll probably be all right in the morning.”

We reached the kitchen and, after a little exploring, found the honey.

“It’s wonderful the way you look after him,” I said.

“He’s such a darling.”

“I think so, too. But you are so good with him.”

“What I have done suits me, so please, you mustn’t make a heroine of me. I enjoy looking after Edward. I wanted somewhere to come. You and your family have done…everything for me. If I could repay you even a little, I should be overjoyed….But what I do is nothing…nothing compared with what you have done for me. To be here…to have escaped…”

I put my hand over hers and pressed it.

“It’s odd how something good comes out of so much that is evil,” I said.

“And evil out of good, perhaps.”

“Oh?”

“Oh…nothing. I suppose I must hurry back. His lordship may wake up. He’d be put out if there was no one there to look after him.”

“I do hope the cough is not going to develop. We’ll have to watch it, Andrée.”

“Trust me to do that.”

We went up the stairs together.

“I’ll come right up,” I said.

“Perhaps it’s better not,” she said. “If he woke up he’d wonder what was happening…then he’d never get to sleep. I’m hoping he is still asleep. If so, all is well. I’ll have the honey if he needs it. If anything was really wrong, I’d come to you right away.”

“Perhaps you’re right,” I said.

At the door of my room we paused.

“I’m so sorry I disturbed you,” she said. “I tried hard not to make a noise.”

“You looked quite scared when you saw me. I’m afraid I frightened you.”

She laughed. “I must have thought you were a ghost. Are you a light sleeper?”

“Not more than normally, I suppose. I just happened to wake up then. I think it was the moon. It shines right into my room. Oh, how I wish this wretched war were over! I think it puts our nerves on edge.”