The Man at Mulera

Kathryn Blair

To hop from Kensington to Nyasaland at a moment s notice was disturbing, but so intent was
Lou Prentice on her mission, that she scarcely noticed the flight. Lou was to pick up her cousin
s little boy, suddenly left an orphan, and bring him home. It proved to be a very difficult matter!

CHAPTER ONE
Except for one overnight stop and several shorter ones, Lou Prentice had been travelling for
about sixty hours and she had covered six thousand miles, but she still had that breathless
feeling which had started in London, four days ago. And now that her third plane was nearing
Chekwe there was uncertainty as well. Surely she ought to have advised someone she was
coming? But whom? The solicitor had written from Zomba, but her destination had to be
Chekwe; where Keith was staying with the Gilmores. And Lou didnt know the Gilmores
address; she only knew there was a plantation and that Dick Weston had managed it.
Poor Dick ... and poor darling Dorothy. It was just unbelievable that they could have gone for
a ride into the mountains and crashed so tragically. Lous heart seemed permanently
constricted, but the one most to be pitied now, of course, was little Keith, who had lost both
parents that misty afternoon. Thank heaven he wasnt old enough to grieve.
Lou smiled tenderly and shook her head. She would make up for his loss in every way she
knew. In England he would have a Grandpaalbeit a fierce old manand he would always
have Lou to love and care for him, just as Dorothy had loved and cared for Lou. It was going to
take some arranging, of course, but thank heaven she had a couple of months in which to do it
Fortunately, when she had had to make her decision it had needed only a fortnight to the
summer holidays, and Miss Buckland, who was the principal of the kindergarten where Lou
taught, had been very good about her leaving at once for Central Africa.
Lou drew a deep breath, blinked her clear grey eyes at the vast dimensions of Lake Nyasa
whose shore was visible through her window, and thought back over the past two weeks
rather more coherently than she had imagined possible a few days ago. First, there had been
the letter from the solicitor, informing her about the accident to her cousin Dorothy and her
husband. With professional detachment the man had mentioned that the child was being
cared for and that Miss Prentice would be given more details in due course.
After the first shock of grief at losing the person she loved best in the world, Lou had been
furious. Keith was only five and he hadnt a soul he could turn to in Nyasa-land; he had
apparently been taken temporarily into someones house to await disposal. Lou had recalled
Dorothys last visit to England, when she had brought Keith over to see her father, her rather
touching appeal; Lou, dear, it s sometimes a bit frightening to be out in Africa without a
relative nearby. If I needed you, youd come, wouldnt you?

Lou had answered warmly, Theres nothing I wouldnt do for you, Dorothyyou know that.
One good thing about being a kindergarten teacher is the long holidays!
They hadnt discussed itthere had been no need. Lou had merely reflected that when you
grow up in the care of someone as she had grown up in Dorothys, it takes more than a few
thousand miles to separate you. Since Dorothy had married Dick and gone out to Africa with
him, Lou had naturally corresponded with her regularly, and it had been marvellous to have her
come home with the baby. Almost, she had been persuaded to give up her t raining and go
back with Dorothy to Chekwe.
Well, her fury at the solicitors letter had crystallized into a long cablegram, which had been
answered by another four days ago. Louise Prentice, it read, is appointed legal guardian of
Keith Weston by the will of his parents. Please advise whether convenient for you to visit
Nyasaland. Cool as you like. Not a word about what was happening to the child!
That afternoon, Lou had rushed straight from the little school in Kensington to the office of a
travel agent. She had come away almost penniless but assured of an air ticket, and gone
down to see her brother at Richmond. He had been against the sudden trip, but his wife had
talked him round; in fact, she had even made him promise that he would see that unlikeable
old hermit Dorothys father.
Lou hadnt thought of telegraphing the solicitor in Zomba. Even if it had occurred to her she
might not have done so. A man who considered it possible that the legal guardian of a child
might not find it convenient to travel out to collect him, was altogether too casual. Lou
intended to go right to the heart of the matter, and act.
The plane met an air pocket and dropped. The other passengers, Lou noticed, were
unperturbed, and she conceded that it was a sensation to which one might become
accustomed in this country where distances were so great that the plane was the only
sensible way to travel. However, she was glad when the steward came along to tell her that
they would be touching down at Chekwe in ten minutes. She looked anxiously into her pocket
mirror, saw parts of a clear young face, streaky brown and gold hair and grey eyes that looked
as if they were trying sleepily to harden against whatever might be in store. Actually, she was
wondering what she would do if there were no hotel in Chekwe. Oh, well, she thought
philosophically, in time every query would be answered.
But she had to confess to a queer sensation as the plane came down to land on a concrete
strip which seemed to be set in the midst of hundreds of miles of bush savannah. True, there
was a small official hut with a flag waving from the staff beside it, but the airfield seemed to be
quite unconnected with civilization.
Lou was the only passenger for Chekwe, and her two suitcases had been conveniently
placed for unloading. She had hardly reached the hut on singularly rubbery legs when the twin
engines revved, ready for take-off. But Lou didnt watch the plane. For the present she was
thankful to have done with air travel.
The heat was palpable, but lessening. The sun had gone and a strangely gentle dusk was
creeping up from the east. Inside, the hut was dim but it had white-painted walls and was very
neat An African official was standing behind a cedar-wood counter, his khaki bush shirt and
shorts impeccable, his dark fez very straight on his woolly head. From his startled expression
he had never before dealt with a lone white woman passenger.
Lou gave him her ticket. How far is this from town? she asked.

He was slow but had good English. Only two miles from white people, he said. Wish for
transport, madam?
Yes, pleaseto the hotel.
This gave him pause. No hotel, he stated. Only some stores.
But I have to stay in Chekwe for a while. Is there someone who can advise me?
Perhaps the District Commissioner, the Bwana D.C., the official said hopefully, but he is
away for some days.
Lou meditated. Ive always had to write to my friends care of the Chekwe post office, she
said. Perhaps youve heard of Mr. Gilmore?
The African gave a relieved and gleaming smile. Yes, madam. He has the Mulera plantation.
The Bwana Gilmore will arrange everything for madam. I will bring your luggage to the car
myself.
You mean I should go to the plantation? Isnt it a long way?
Only eight miles. I will drive you.
Dont you have to remain here on duty?
He gave her the white smile. I am of the Bwana D.C.s staff, madam. I come here only when a
plane is to land. There will be no more for three-four days, perhaps a week.
Lou went out with him into the sudden darkness. The plane was gone, and with it every
sound of civilization. Night insects whirred eerily, the breeze rippled through the shoulder-high
grasses and the sky pressed down, warmly purple and star-sown. The African locked the hut
and indicated with a deep bow that she was to go ahead. He picked up her cases and followed
her round to where a shabby station wagon stood under a lone cedar. She got into the seat,
felt heat pulsing all over her body and fought a sudden drowsiness. Shed hardly slept since
leaving England.
The African drove with ponderous care. Once, Lou came wide awake and looked at him, told
herself that she was here in the savage heart of Africa with a native who could give points in
politeness to many a white man she had known. Then she went sleepy again, and watched
the passing trees. Cedars again; if the air werent so hot and slumbrous this could be a gravel
road through an English estate.
They came to a clearing where a couple of ill-lit dingy stores, closing for the night, had
become a meeting-place for idle Africans. The driver lifted his nose and accelerated slightly;
apparently he was of better stuff than the local laborers.
There were a few tidy bungalows in gardens, then more forest, before they turned off the
road on to a well-kept private lane between dark young trees. It seemed a long while after
that that Lou saw a rambling white house of modern design set among bushes whose flowers
were plainly visible in the starlight The station wagon crunched round to the front of the
house and stopped. The driver got out and came round to Lous door.
As she stepped on to the path he said, I will go to the back and tell Mr. Gilmores servant to
take care of your luggage. Will madam please go up the steps to the front door?

Lou did. She looked along the paved veranda, saw french windows and a darkened room
beyond them, a tangle of climbing flowers at the end. There was no bell but possibly that was
normal in such a place. She tapped at the door, received no immediate reply and tried the
handle of the door. At the same moment it was opened by a long-limbed servant in white. He
stood bade so that she could enter, switched on wall lights which illuminating a spacious
living-room that was furnished in light wood and blue and white tweed. Most of the stuff
looked fairly new, and it was so unlike anything Lou had expected that she walked to the
centre of the room and looked about her. No flowers anywhere, but there were two or three
good ornaments.
She turned to the servant Will you please tell Mrs. Gilmore that Miss Prentice is here?
Obviously, he hadnt a notion what she was talking about. He looked vacant, atoned with a
big smile and walked out Lou took off her small navy hat and held it, loosened her linen jacket
and fluffed the ruffle at the neck of the white blouse. She saw a scarlet plastic gun on a chair
and it occurred to her, suddenly, that Keith was here under this roof; a swift elation ran
through her veins. Hed be asleep, of course, but she was actually within feet of him!
She heard the station wagon depart, and afterwards she listened for other noises. The
stillness was uncanny, but the coolness of the house was balm. She went to the desk and
studied a photograph which stood on it, the likeness of a middle-aged woman who looked
kind and intelligent Mrs. Gilmore, probably; she must definitely be a nice type to have taken in
Keith without question. Lou was sure she could depend on such a woman to give her a bed
for the night .She sank into a chair and relaxed, decided that the house was quiet because
the Gilmores had gone out for the evening, and allowed her lids to fall. It was good to be in the
house of friends, wonderful to know that Keith was sleeping with childish abandon in a room
nearby. Had she been sure she could have found him in a strange house without making
sounds to rouse him she would have forced herself to her feet. But in the darkness he might
awaken frightened, and it was possible he already felt insecure without his parents. She had
reached him, anyway; nothing else mattered very much. Upon which thought Lou first
drowsed and then went to sleep.
She awoke without haste, became conscious of light behind her eyelids and opened them,
expecting sunshine. But she was still in the strange room lit by wall lights, and for moments
she was occupied with recollecting the events which had brought her here to Mulera. Then,
beyond the french window she saw a mans figure, saw him flick a cigarette in a glowing arc
out into the night. The Gilmores were back!
She pushed up out of the chair, and just then the man came in and pulled the doors closed
behind him. He was very tall and wide-shouldered, wore a white dinner jacket which
accentuated the teak tan of his face. A rather disturbing face, really...
He stared at her, and the corner of a well-defined mouth pulled slightly. Well, well, what shall
we find next? he said in the sort of voice that never entirely gives its owner away. Who are
you?
Lou Prentice, she said. Are you Mr. Gilmore?
Thats right. Ross Gilmore. He paused, said her name and suddenly lifted a dark brow.
Youre Dorothy Westons cousin. Dont tell me you got in this evening from England!
Thank heaven she didnt need to do much explaining. Lou gave him a rather drowsy-eyed
smile. Yes. I asked to be taken to a hotel, but was told there isnt one. I came here because it
seemed there was nowhere else to go at short notice.

But you must have arrived hours ago! What have you been doing all this time?
Sleeping, Im afraid. She looked at her watch. It stopped on the plane. What time is it?
One-thirty, he said briefly.
In the morning? she asked incredulously. I must have slept like a...
Like a child, he supplied, a little acidly. I wondered why the lights were onthought Ali
must have slipped up. He came further into the room, shoved his hands into his pockets and
looked her over with searching and exasperated hazel-green eyes. Why the deuce didnt you
cable us you were coming?
I wasnt comingnot here to the plantation. If Id known there was no hotel Id have gone to
Zomba. I didnt like the sound of that solicitorhis telegram was too impersonal.
I dictated it myself to the solicitors secretary, less than a week ago.
Oh. A hint of antagonism came into her tones. So thats how you feel about Keiththat
theres nothing urgent about getting him settled?
Look here, Miss Prentice, he said coolly, I dont intend to discuss anything at this hour.
From the look of you, youre as much in need of a guardian as he is. Had anything to eat since
you landed?
No, but Im not hungry. Mr. Gilmore...
Sit down, he said tersely. Im no kitchen hand but Ill get you something.
Somehow, Lou got the impression that he wasnt sorry to leave her for a few minutes. She
felt disturbed and very wide awake; it was vexing that the man who had been Dick Westons
boss should turn out to be hard and uncaring, and she did hope poor little Keith had not been
unhappy. If he had, she would put things right for him, do all she possibly could to make him feel
wanted.
Ross Gilmore came back, carrying a glass of milk and a plate of biscuits. As he hooked a
small table near to her with his foot and placed the milk and biscuits within her reach, his
regard was dispassionate. He straightened and stood back, watched her try the milk and
himself put on a cigarette.
Lou ate one biscuit and then looked up. I thought you were married, but you arent, are
you?
No, in a faint surprise. Should I be?
She sighed and nodded towards the photograph. Is the lady a relative?
My mothers sister. She kept house for me in England, and she comes out every year for a
month or two.
It was because of that photograph that I went to sleep, she said soberly. "I thought she
was Mrs. Gilmore and that Mr. Gilmore would sort of match her. It was comforting.

Too bad it was only a dream, he said laconically. Even though I cant conjure a wife, Im
afraid youre stuck here for the night. By the morning Ill have thought out whats best for you.
I shant be able to go to sleep again if we dont talk a little about it now. How is Keith?
Hes fine.
Not fretting?
Only a little. Tell me, he said, as if it were merely a point of interest, how did you feel when
you knew youd been named as his official guardian?
She looked up at him frankly. I was thankful. You see, Dorothy and I were always together
until she married. She was like a darling older sister. I lost my parents when I was eight and I
lived with hers. Then when her mother died Dorothy kept the house going and I helped. I was
only sixteen when she married and hardly seventeen when she left England, but shed actually
waited to get married for my sake, so you can understand how I feel about Keith. I missed
Dorothy terriblywent off to training college and eventually settled down to kindergarten
teaching. Ive been luckyI live in at the private school where I teach.
Amazingly lucky, he agreed with irony. Id no idea the cousin Dorothy mentioned once or
twice was so young. I dont suppose she ever alluded to me in her letters?
Your name occurred sometimes, but mostly she was full of Dick and her little boy. Lous
eyes filled suddenly and she looked away from him. Very steadily she added, Ill try to be
everything to Keithjust as Dorothy was everything to me.
But Dorothy, if I may say so, was a different type and somewhat older, and while you were
young she had parents. By the way, what has her father said about your being appointed to
care for the boy?
I dont know. I have a married brother whos promised to see Uncle Morris. My uncle is an
awful old manalways moaning about taxes, and shares that go down but never up. He never
gives anything away and he never entertains because its expensive. Im afraid he wont show
any interest in Keith till hes quite sure it wont cost him anything.
He smiled faintly. Thats a good picture of an old man whos gone sour on himself. Perhaps
its as well that Keith isnt going to England.
Lou had been about to finish the glass of milk, but now she set the glass down with a thud.
What did you say? she asked blankly.
You heard, little one, he said carelessly. Keiths staying in Nyasaland. Its what both Dick
and Dorothy wanted. Tell you what, Il l give you a copy of Dorothys Willin essence its
exactly the same as Dicksand you can read it tomorrow morning, when you wake up. At the
moment its more important to find you a bedroom.
Lou felt a little as if she had been mentally pummelled. This man was too cool and managing;
yet there was something about him, a look of knowledge and experience, that sent a tremor of
apprehension along her nerves.
Do I ... have to sleep here in this house?
His smile was tolerant Afraid so, but Ill give you a room that locks. Its two oclock now. In

four hours time the servants will be about.

Wont they think my being here rather strange?
Possibly, Miss Prentice ... possibly. But then they consider me a strange and wonderful man.
Dont worry. If theres any explaining necessary, you may safely leave it with me. Had enough
to eat?
Oh, yes, said Lou hastily, and she stood up. I have two cases somewhere.
Theyre probably in the spare room already.
Really? Do you often have a guest for the night?
His smile was narrow. You mean a young woman guest? Neverwithout a husband. But Ali
is ever hopeful. Come this way, will you?
He took her into a wide corridor, lifted a finger as they passed a room which had the door
ajar. Keiths, thought Lou tenderly. She went into the room Ross Gilmore indicated and he
switched on the light. Sure enough, the cases were there, one on the floor and the other set
on a stool ready for opening.
The bathroom is right opposite, Ross said, as he ostentatiously turned the key in the door
and snapped the lock back again to show that it worked. Goodnight.
Lou answered him, heard him go along to a room and close the-door. For a minute or so she
stood still, palpitating a little and wondering whether she ought to stay. Then she saw herself
wandering out into the African darkness at two in the morning in search of a room, and her
sense of humor came to her aid, She had to stay, but Keith was here to lend the occasion a
veneer of normality.
Perhaps because she had three nights of unrest to make up for, Lou slept again very quickly,
and she did not awaken till a high-pitched male voice began to nag at someone who replied in
lazy, thick-toned syllables. She sat up, had the most amazing sensation of being enveloped in
gigantic white cobwebs and realized that someone had lowered the mosquito net over her
bed. She went hot with indignation, cool with resignation. If Mr. Gilmore was a sample of the
Englishman in the tropics she didnt want to meet many more. Still, it had been her own fault
for forgetting to lock the door.
She fought her way out of the net, stood on the bed and fastened it Then she saw the
folded papers on the bedside table, read that they were the Last Will and Testament of
Dorothy Weston. She shivered, and popped the Will into the table drawer. She drew on her
dressing-gown, listened at the door, and hurried into the bathroom.
Back in her bedroom she met a curious but heart-warming sight. A small boy whose hair was
straight and fair and whose nose had a familiar tilt at the tip was lolling against the end of her
bed. He wore crumpled pyjamas but there was a smear of marmalade on his chin and a few
crumbs in his eyebrows. His expression was grave and interested.
Lou resisted an impulse to fold him tightly in her arms, but she did drop down to his level and
touch her lips to his temple.
Hallo, Keith, she said. Im Lou.

He nodded. Uncle Ross told me to find you. Youre my cousin.

Almost your auntie.
Uncle Ross says youre my cousin. Dont you want breakfast?
Of course. She stood up, determinedly casual. Have you had yours?
Yes, we always have it together, then Uncle Ross goes out.
Has he gone now?
Just this minute. His blue eyes werent impish, as Lou had hoped. They stared intently.
Weve got your picture at home.
Ive got pictures of you, too, she said brightly. What about getting dressed? Can you
manage alone?
He regarded her pityingly. Ive dressed myself since I was little, he said. Havent you?
Yes, I think so. Run along and get started and I will too. First one ready gets first bite.
He was almost out of the door when he stopped and asked, Bite what?
A bar of chocolate for elevenses!
He disappeared. Lou found herself quivering just a little, and her fingers fumbled as she
slipped into one of the frocks she had made for the summer vacation in England. The cotton
felt heavy and thick, the colors looked muted against the strong light which percolated into
the room. The atmosphere was already burdened, and the foliage out in the garden looked
lush and dark. As she used lipstick she could smell the flowers she had noticed last night in the
darkness. Gardenias, she thought, or perhaps some exotic blossom she had never heard of.
It was good to know the man was out of the house. She opened the bed wide, pegged the
window at its fullest, found a handkerchief and went into the corridor. Keith sat outside his
own room like a small oriental who had petrified with waiting.
I won! he exclaimed as he rose. You have to tell Ali what you want for breakfast.
But Lou was in no hurry. She followed Keith into the veranda, stood stock still for a timeless
moment and then let out a breath of pure wonder.
The garden sloped away, emerald lawn edged with gravel paths, masses of flowers to left
and right of it and a plumbago hedge which was covered with blue blossom closing it off from
coffee trees which were dark-leaved and splodged with red pods. The garden was luxuriantly
beautiful, but its backcloth held all the glory and mystery of purple and lilac mountains and
green forests, of rich blue sky and misty distances.
With the inconsequential nonchalance of childhood, Keith left her. She watched him pause
on the lawn and resisted an urge to persuade him out of the sun. Then he wandered along a
path and out of sight. Lou sat beside the table, turned to find a white-clad servant standing
almost at her elbow. He was not the servant of last night; his features, though black, had an
Indian cast, and he looked experienced and intelligent.

I am Ali, madam, he said, and she recognized the high-pitched tones. You will order for
breakfast, please?
May I have it out here?
Certainly madam.
Just toast and coffee, please, and some fruit juice if you have it.
When it came she ate slowly, drank all the juice and a cup of coffee. A small black boy
appeared below the veranda, blinked a lovely white smile at Lou and began to pull a weed
every five minutes; in the intervals he simply squatted in the sun and let the heat soak into
him. Very odd, thought Lou. Later, she learned that every plantation had its swarm of totos
who insisted on earning a shilling or two each week.
The atmosphere was so narcotic that it took an effort of will to stand up and walk back to
the bedroom. Lou made the bed and tidied, felt her frock sticking to her back but decided the
sensation was not unpleasant. Actually, perspiring made one feel cooler.
She packed away the things she had used, remembered Dorothys Will and decided that
since it was something that must be done she should read it without further delay. She took it
outside into the veranda, sat down and straightened the folded sheets, then plunged into the
legal jargon.
An estate car slid round the drive and Ross Gilmore emerged from it with long-limbed
carelessness. This morning he wore khaki shorts and a bush shirt which had short sleeves
above the muscular forearms. His dark brown hair glinted in the sunshine. He took the three
veranda steps in one go, shoved his hands into his pockets and looked down at her with just
the sardonic smile she had expected.
Good morning, he said. Sleep well?
Amazingly well, thank you.
Our big rains ended late this year. Youll need to use a mosquito net for at least a month.
She pinked, but smiled. I woke up feeling as if Id been captured by a man-sized spider!
Thats almost possible, out here. He nodded at the papers in her lap. Read it yet?
I was just beginning to. Apart from the phrasing it seems clear-cut. Everything is to be sold
and the money used for Keith.
Read the third page, he said. First paragraph.
She did, twice. Then, her grey eyes bright and alarmed, she looked up at him. But he did not
allow her to speak first. He held up a hand, lowered himself negligently to the veranda wall and
lifted his shoulders.
Its quite simple. Dick and Dorothy liked this country and they wanted Keith to grow up here.
Dorothy was mostly good fun but she did have a sombre streakthat was what led her to
make a Will and persuade Dick to do the same, though they were only in their thirties. I didnt
know it, but one of her pet worries was that Keith might some day be left without parents.

I think I knew it, said Lou.

You did? Then you should understand the rest of it Keith had to be provided with both a
man and a woman in his life. You were the obvious choice for the woman ... and odd as it may
seem to you, I was the obvious choice for the man. According to both Wills, we have to share
the job of raising Keith.
But ... how can we? I dont live here...
And I dont live in England, he nodded comprehendingly. But its not so difficult. I cant shift
the plantation but you havent much to keep you in England. Ive been thinking...
She stood up suddenly. I dont want to know, Mr. Gilmore! Im quite sure Dorothy meant me
to take care of Keith. Youre a man, and a bachelor at that What can you know about
children?
Theyre not so complicated, he said lazily. Sit down again and forget the fireworks. Or do
you have a reason for them?
She slipped back slowly into the wicker chair. A reason?
He gestured. Is there someone in England you cant leave?
No. Not exactly.
That sounds like a spot of feminine evasion. Interested in a man over there?
Do you have to be so blunt? My private affairs arent your concern!
So there is someone. Are you engaged?
No, Ive only friends. By now, Lou was so vexed that she had to grip the arms of the chair to
keep herself seated. I dont understand you at all. Youre typically the confirmed bachelor...
Am I? he put in interestedly. I didnt know that.
... and you cant possibly want to be saddled with a child. You havent the least idea of how
children should be trained and cared for, and Im perfectly certain that if he were to stay with
you for long Keith would become a little savage. You let him eat breakfast with you at some
unearthly hour in his pyjamas, and at this moment you dont care where he is!
He waved an indolent hand. Hes around. Then he leaned forward and gazed at her with a
hard kind of mockery in his eyes that made them look very green. Keiths missed his parents,
so Ive let him do novel things to keep him happy. Im not so sure as most people are that a boy
needs a woman. I believe in toughening youngsters from an early age and making them enjoy
the things theyll have to live with. But Im afraid that for better or worse, in the matter of Keith
were partners for a while.
For a while? she said with a swift hope.
If youd read those papers thoroughly youd know what Im talking about. The first one of us
to marry will have the right to take Keith over completelywith the others consent.
With the others consent? she echoed.

That means, he obligingly explained, that if you marry first and I dont like your husband I
can object to his taking my place with Keith. The same goes for you, if I hitch up first. Its quite
straightforward.
For almost a minute Lou sat there, half-stunned. If she had thought much about the future
with Keith it was to picture him living with her in the private rooms of the kindergarten and
learning in her class. Vaguely, she had hoped there would be enough money to buy an
insurance policy for his further education, but beyond that everything had been hazy and
unimportant. Now, though, things were becoming clarifiedtoo much so. This man with the
enigmatic chin and hard jaw was one of those creatures who wouldnt know defeat or failure if
they saw it. Im related to Keith, she said. I have rights where hes concerned.
Ive known the child all his short life, he reminded her quietly. Dick was my managera
darned good one and both he and Dorothy were my friends. Theyre irreplaceable. For your
information, unless you marry someone who has similar ideas to my own regarding the childs
upbringing, I intend to remain the boys guardian till hes no longer in need of one. He let some
seconds elapse before adding; Ive made plans. Want to hear them?
I suppose Id better, she said stiffly.
Well, the managers house is still empty. Ive had to engage a new man but he cant get here
till the end of the month, which leaves the house free for about three weeks. Ive had the place
kept clean and aired. The house and furniture are mine, except for a few extras which Dick
collected. I gave their clothes to the mission. He paused. I suggest you live there with Keith
for the present. Ill give you my own servant, Ali, and youll be safe as the Bank of England. In
the course of three weeks we ought to be able to decide on some permanent arrangement.
I have exactly eight and a half weeks before school reopens.
So? He didnt seem impressed. What do you do at that schooljust teach?
And look after a few weekly boarders. Theyre all under nine.
Sounds like a frightful life for a girl. What made you go in for it?
I like children.
Youre not much more than a child yourself. How old are you?
Twenty-two!
He studied her as if she were something a little rare in the way of saplings. Lou stood it for
half a minute.
Then: Do you have to stare like that? she asked.
Just curious, he said with sarcasm. Youre a genus I havent met before.
Lou forbore to make the obvious retort. She looked fleetingly at the arrogant line of his nose,
and said disdainfully, Ill accept your arrangement because Ive no choice. Id better pack
Keiths things.
Ali will do it. Well have a drink and go down there before lunch. He looked at his hands. Ill
have a wash. Excuse me?

Alone, Lou found that her teeth were rather tight and her knees pressed together. Then she
realized that Ross Gilmore was the cause of both, and tried deliberately to slacken; she
couldnt let the man become that important. But he was guardian, with herself, of Dorothys
son! Not only a joint guardian, it seemed, but self-appointed manager of the whole situation.
And he simply took it for granted that she, being about ten years younger than he and a
woman, would acquiesce and be grateful! If his conceit werent so palpable it would have been
utterly incredible.
Resolutely, she stood up, and at that moment Keith came round the corner of the house and
mounted the steps. He gave her a grubby smile which looked a little pathetic and weary.
I cant find it, he said.
What have you lost? she asked gently.
Ali found a crane for me yesterday. It had a big crest and was nearly tame. I wanted to keep
it.
Birds do fly away, you know. We ll have to get you a pet that wants to stay. I put your bar of
chocolate on your bedside table. Go and have a wash and bring it out here, to eat.
He trailed off, came back in a few minutes with Ross, who carried a tray of drinks.
Ten minutes later the three of them were in the wide front seat of the estate car; Keith sat
between Lou and Ross, and he stared absorbedly up at the trees he had always known. As
the road wound down through the coffee plantation and out on to a lower plane which was
covered with the white bolls of cotton, Lou watched the little boy for some sign of emotion. But
perhaps he was too young to feel much except his own personal and physical pains; he
remained a little solemn but smiled when he saw that the car was heading for a group of
silvery-leaved napini trees which shaded the managers house.
It was a pleasant little bungalow of white adobe and thick grass thatch, the ends rounded
and the windows smallish and rather high, so that they were shaded by the extended thatch.
There was a porch with a bed of flowers at each side of the stone posts, and the yellowpainted door bore a small black knocker which must have been imported from England; it was
an iron replica of a bulldog.
Ross unlocked the door and dropped the key into Lous hand. He preceded her, drew up a
Venetian blind and said casually to the child,
Youre home again, old chap. Ali will bring your things down this afternoon.
Keith drew a sigh, a blend of pleasure and bewilderment. Didnt Mummy come?
The request was so unexpected that tears stung Lous eyelids. Ross answered casually,
Shes still away. You ll have great fun showing Lou the house. Run along and see if your room
is still there.
When the child had ambled out into the corridor, Ross turned a hard glance upon Lou. Dont
get sentimental about bricks and thatch and the bits of furniture they used. And for heavens
sake dont dissolve every time the child mentions his parents. Hes over the worst of that.
Im sorry, but it s all very new to me. She swallowed. You dont have to teach me how to
look after a child. In a day or two Keith and I will be very happy together.

Good. The Westons servant still lives in a round hut at the back, and Ali will probably bunk
with him. Theyll share the duties of the house and Ill come down each night myself to lock
up...
I can turn a few keys!
Like the one you forgot last night, he mentioned coolly.
I was tired and a bit upset I must have known instinctively that youre not interested in
women.
There was a brief silence. Then with a shrug of indifference he said, Fine, but there are
others in the district who are quite impressionable. If anyone comes calling without invitation
you might remember that. Let me know if theres anything you need.
Thank you. She paused, lifted her chin but did not look at him. I hope youve accepted the
fact that I regard this arrangement as only temporary. Youre not my guardian, you know.
He gazed straight at her, dug his hands into his pockets as if to point the fact that he was
giving her all his attention. Some time, he remarked conversationally, someone will take
exception to those clipped little comments and the air of independence. And when it happens,
the fact of the independence being rather bogus wont help you a bit.
Large grey eyes flashed at him. You resent me because I wont be bullied. I dont care, so
long as you realize it. Ill co-operate with you over Keith because I have to, but apart from that
were not likely to have a single thing in common!
Youre probably right He was unmoved and tolerant Ill have a word with Danielhes the
Nyasa house-boyand then get along. At the moment Im my own plantation manager, but Ill
find time to come over later. And with a touch of satire: Make yourself thoroughly at home,
Miss Prentice. Maybe its what you need for those jumpy little nerves of yours. So long.
He was gone, leaving Lou quite taut with an emotion which was only half anger. The other
half seemed to be a mixture of frustration, sadness and a kind of need. Need? Lou was sure
she didnt need anything, particularly from Mr. Gilmore! All that man cared ab out was his
beastly plantation and guarding his rights.
When the estate car had sped away she explored, tentatively, and came upon Keith sitting
on the floor of his room near the open toy cupboard. He turned to look at her, showed her a
tiny bus which had lost a wheel.
A big marble got stuck between the wheels and this one came off, he complained. Its
such a nuisance.
Well make a bag for the marbles and rig up a shelf for the smaller toys to keep them safe,
she promised him.
He was engrossed, so instead of asking him to show her the house she carried on alone.
The main bedroom was plain, large and high-ceilinged. There were twin beds in a dark wood, a
matching dressing-table and stool and white-painted wardrobe cupboards. The second
bedroom, which she would use, was sparsely furnished in pale green enamelled wood. The
curtains and bedspread were of rose-colored linen and there was a small soft rug of many
colors beside the bed.

Lou found the linen cupboard, got out sheets and pillowcases and went back into her room
to make up the bed. The mattress felt dry but she would take no chances with Keiths. It could
go outside in the sun.
Gradually, during the next few hours, Lou recovered from the harrowing sensation of being
here with Dorothys child in Dorothys house. Keith was so much at home, so unaware of
tragedy, that her heart was soothed and she found herself loving him as a reality far more
than she had loved him as a small but far-away relative. For his sake she would put away the
sadness and loss. He was hers now ... well, hers and Mr. Gilmores.
That rankled, of course. Not for anything would she have blamed Dick and Dorothy for this
predicament in which she found herself, but it did look as if rather a nightmare were in store.
Because, naturally, she couldnt stay here in Nyasaland, and just as certainly the man wouldnt
let her take Keith home to England.
Why couldnt he have been someone gentle and sympathetic, someone who would have
admitted that looking after a little boy was womans work? A normal sort of bachelor would
have been relieved to delegate the task; hed have been satisfied to receive a monthly letter
reporting on progress. But not Ross Gilmore. That big teak-brown individual had to assert
himself. He was the type to take control in any situation, and somehow Lou knew that he
never gave in. Still, she had as many rights where Keith was concerned as he did, and come
what may she would stick out for them. She had no intention of being intimidated by Ross
Gilmore!

CHAPTER TWO
Lou settled into the managers house with less trouble than she had expected. Daniel, the
servant, made life fairly smooth, and after the first couple of meals, which showed that he had
slipped sadly since he had last cooked for white people, his cooking improved, probably
because Ali was more disgusted than Lou. Ali was a tyrant but he got results; perhaps his
worship of Bwana Gilmore caused him to emulate the man.
Lou found a good deal to do. She went through Keiths clothes and repaired where
necessary, made new pyjamas for him from material bought in the main Chekwe store and
made a few alterations in his toy cupboard. She let him turn the handle of the sewing machine
while she guided the material, showed him pencil marks where he must screw hooks into the
cupboard and pretended she couldnt have done the various jobs without him.
The little garden and its views of cotton fields and trees and mountains were a continual joy.
In the centre of the lawn an old evergreen fig tree had been left standing, an immense tree so
packed with leaves that it gave a dense shade to the log garden chairs which stood beneath
it. It was here that Lou sewed by hand, or simply lazed for an hour morning and afternoon.
Continuous activity in such a climate was impossible, and what was beauty for if not to be
enjoyed?
She was out there one morning just before lunch, when a dusty touring car came down the
lane and pulled up beside the lawn. She saw a man get outa man of more than average
height but not tall, whose build was too thickset to be youthful Actually, he looked as if he

might be nearing forty, though there was only the faintest grey tinge in his crisp dark hair. He
wore smart khaki drill and was hatless. Instinctively, as she walked towards him, Lou knew that
he was good and solid and unassuming, that whatever his job he did it well.
She smiled. Good morning. Im Lou Prentice.
Yes, I know. He looked at her starchy green print frock with appreciation. Im the District
Commissioner, Martin Craddock. Im lunching with Ross Gilmore today and thought Id come
down and pay my respects before going up to the house. Were happy to have you with us at
Chekwe, Miss Prentice.
Thank you. May I offer you a drink?
No, thanks, I cant stay. His blue eyes remained appraising, pleasantly so. It was terribly
bad luck about your cousin. Is the youngster all right?
Yes, hes playing in the sandpit. Children are adaptable, thank heaven. Would you like to see
him?
Not just now. Perhaps youll bring him over to see us. Staying here for long, Miss Prentice?
Just a few weeks. She veered from the topic, said frankly, Youre the first District
Commissioner Ive ever seen. Youve been away, havent you?
Im often away. The D.C. is a general dogsbody, but he wouldn t change his job for any other
in the world. We get shoved around, called in to settle every dispute you can think of, and
sometimes have to shoot a lion in the course of a days work, but its a great life, except for
wives. I dont have one. My sister lives with me and she can walk out when she gets bored. He
smiled. Youre a bit young for the responsibility thats been thrust on you.
Not so young, and I have experience of children. Are there any schools in the Chekwe
district, Mr. Craddock?
Not for white childrentheyre too few. Its one of the problems here.
How do they get educated?
He shrugged. Some mothers take it on up to the age of eight, and then send the children to
boarding school. There are one or two preparatory schools in other provinces where small
children are boarded, and a few parents arrange for their children to live with friends nearer the
school. In return, they have their friends children for the holidays. In a remote country like this
theres a lot of give and take.
Yes, I suppose so. I had no idea Nyasaland was like this, she waved a hand towards the
soft outline of the mountains, and her eyes shone. Its so warm and rugged and beautiful. The
trees are strangewhere else would you see a fig this size?
He absorbed her appreciation. Theyre old and always left growing. Youll see Africans
gathering under them for a little social life, and loads of produce waiting in their shade to be
collected. He hesitated, as if aware of some quality in her that he had not met for a long time.
Then he asked, How do you get along with Ross?
Candidly, she said, with a smiling grimace, I dont. Hes kind and considerate, but he has
the mistaken idea that a co-guardian is someone to be managed and bent to his will. He

comes here, lordly as you please, doles out orders to Ali, gives me the benign-aloof treatment
and strolls back to his car. To him, Keith and I are a part of the plantation that needs to be
inspected regularly. He makes me so mad that sometimes I feel that one day Ill throw
something at him.
Martin Craddock laughed outright. Keith has a long way to go to eighteen. You two will
have to be friends.
Lou thought of something. As a D.C. youre a sort of magistrate, arent you?
Well, yes, he said warily. What are you thinking?
You may be able to help me. I want to take Keith home with me but Mr. Gilmore wont hear
of it. Is there some way out?
I dont decide that sort of case for white people, he replied rather hastily but with a smile.
In any case, Id rather work to keep you with us. You say you like Nyasaland. Why not marry
here?
You cant do it just like that she said flatly. Besides, Im not sure I want to get married yet.
Well, give yourself time to make sure, he suggested My A.D.C. is just pining for a long leave
so that he can travel and find a wife. And I know a couple of planters...
No planters, she said firmly. If Mr. Gilmore is a sample, Ill keep clear of them!
Youve really got it in for Ross, havent you, he said with a delighted grin. I must tell him
what hes up against.
He knows, she said resignedly, and hes not impressed. You see, hes self-sufficient
people dont mean much to him. I suppose hes giving all his time and energy to making a
success of Mulera. He might be quite different if hed married.
He looked thoughtful, nodded. Maybe he will marry soon.
Really? Is she someone who lives here?
Yesmy sister. He moved regretfully and opened the car door. Ross will be wondering
where Ive got to. Will you come over to the house one afternoon? Ill send for you.
Id love it.
Cant be too soon. Lets say tomorrow at four. Im already looking forward to it.
So am I, Mr. Craddock. Goodbye.
That afternoon Lou determinedly made out a set of simple lessons for Keith. When he had
had his rest she told him about them, and found him completely unreceptive.
Surprised, she asked him, Dont you want to learn to read?
No, he said without emphasis. I dont like books.
Picture books?

Ive torn all mine.

I can get you some new ones.
No, he answered uncompromisingly. I dont want lessons.
This was something unexpected. She wondered if perhaps his mother had mentioned
school, and he was subconsciously refusing Lou because only his mother would know what
was right for him.
She smiled and said softly, Theres no hurry. Some time youll just ache to be able to read
and write. Can you count your marbles?
I can count twenty, but Ive got more.
Now that you have a little bag for them we might count them all and write it down in a
notebook, so that youll know if you lose some.
I dont want to write, he said. Im going to the kitchen for lemonade.
Lou left it there; even though a shutter seemed to have come down between herself and
the child she was not perturbed. There were many ways of getting him interested in learning
without his being in the least aware of it. But the following morning the subject came up again,
with Ross present.
Ross came at eleven. He slammed the door of the estate car and sauntered into the livingroom, where Lou was at last sorting through the papers she had taken from the writing-table
drawer.
Good morning, Louise, he said suavely. How goes it?
Fairly well, she answered, with the coolness she involuntarily reserved for him. Like some
tea?
Matey or polite?
Polite, she said briefly.
Ill go without then. But he was not put out. He hitched his trousers and slipped down on to
a chair close to hers, at the desk. What are you finding?
Very little. Receipts, one or two old letters from England. And there s a postcard from the
Far East signed by Elinor Weston. I remember her vaguely.
Dick mentioned her once. A sister with a murky past, wasnt she?
Not murkytroubled. If there were an address Id write to her.
Nothing else?
She shook her head. Shall I destroy all this?
May as well. He sat back and looked at the young and graceful lines of her face. Youre
sprouting a few freckles; havent you a hat with a wide brim?

No. I dont mind freckles.

Even though they make you look younger than ever?
Is that a bad thing?
Its slightly irritating, he said calmly. Has your hair always been streaky?
Pretty well. Is that something else you dislike?
No, I rather like it, though you might wear it in a more sophisticated style.
Dont ever come to me for sophistication, Mr. Gilmore.
All right, I wont Equably, he flicked a fly from the desk. I hear the D.C. paid you a courtesy
visit yesterday He talked about you all through lunch.
How nice. He was refreshingly pleasant.
He says youre a girl of spirit and determination, the sort who could be a great success in
Nyasaland.
Im sure you put him right on that!
I tried, he said lazily, but its so unusual for Martin to go even mildly enthusiastic over a
woman that I decided to find out what its all about. Was he here long?
We spoke for ten minutes out on the path. He told me I should settle here.
He nodded. "So I heard. Amused him no end that Id set you against planters. He paused,
looking at her speculatively. Would you marry out here?
How can I tell? You fall in love with a man, not with a country. If you won t have tea, would
you like some other kind of drink?
He smiled mockingly. No, thanks. Youre going pink, little one. Is love your shy subject?
Not particularly. You re capable of making almost any topic rather nerve-wearing. She tore
some papers across and dropped them into a painted waste basket, casually moved her chair
so that a wider space lay between them. Some time soon we shall have to arrange where
Keith and I are going when we leave this house.
Two weeks yet. In any case, I can always give the new chap a room at my place for a while.
How do you find Ali?
Frighteningly efficient. Did you make him that way?
He had it in him. Hes been with me for seven yearsever since I first came to Mulera.
Did you always intend to be a planter?
I had the urge, but started off in forestry. Planting has always seemed to me more
satisfactory than any other work and a few years at forestry were the best training. His grin
at her was narrow-eyed. Thats a long time ago. I did my first year among the trees when I

was the age you are now. I shall be thirty-three next month.
Youve had your own way for a long time, havent you? she said lightly. Marriage alters
most men a little, but I think its too late for it to make a difference in you. Still, the woman you
marry may not want you any different.
The hazel-green eyes gleamed a little. You cant imagine thata woman wanting me as I
am now?
She quelled a smile. Youre well aware of your own attractions, Mr. Gilmore! Let s leave it at
that.
Youre scared, he jeered softly, but said no more because Keith came into the room. Ross
reached out and ruffled the boys fair hair. Well, old chap, how are you this morning?
Keith leaned confidingly against his knee. Ive broken the sail of my boat, Uncle Ross. Its in
the veranda.
Ill take it with me and mend it. By the way, you left a couple of your books on my bookshelf.
Theyre out in the cargo and fetch them.
I dont want them, said Keith, not moving. I like the sand-pit best.
Lou caught Ross glance and tried to hold it. But he looked down at the child, said very
evenly, Go and get the books, Keithat once.
Keith blinked and straightened. With a slight tremor in his tones he said, I dont want them,
Uncle Ross. I dont want any books at all.
Lou said quickly, But go and get them from the car, darling. They are yours, and Uncle Ross
took the trouble to bring them to you. Even if you dont want to read them you must bring
them in.
Keith went. Ross leaned back and asked sardonically, Had some trouble?
Youd like me to say yes, but I havent. I know how Keith feels about his books. Hell get
over it in time without forcing.
I suppose in your text-books theres an explanation for a childs sudden dislike for things he
used to treasure?
Theres no need for sarcasm, she answered. Keiths trouble isnt obscure. His mother
used to read his books to him and subconsciously he avoids being reminded of her. Hell come
round.
His father made the sand-pit but apparently he still enjoys it.
Its not unnatural for a boy to have been more attached to his mother. And anyway, it s
possible that Dick only directed operations at the sand-pit and had a couple of totos to do
the work. I myself had the galvanized tub sunk out there the first day we came.
Ross got up and pushed his hands into his pockets. With an annoying smile he asked, Are
these the tactics youre going to use with him all the time? If they are, youll get in the whale
of a mess. Hes turned fiveready for expansion in several directions. Youre trained in

kindergarten stuffwhy not knock some of it into him?

Im going to teach him, she said with exasperation, but I have to do it my way! At the
moment he doesnt want to learn, and I think its all bound up with books and his mother. He
himself doesnt understand, of course, but we can understand for him.
Ross lifted his shoulders. Even a child has to come to grips with his little world. You cant do
it for him and putting it off will only make things worse.
Im not putting it off! she exclaimed. Im merely handling things in my own fashion.
Looks to me like giving in, he said tolerantly.
Well, it isnt. Instead of reading him a story at night from his own books, I make one up
always about the same little boy who is really himself. Im finding out all the things hes never
done and one by one I shall get him busy on them, so that hell have plenty to occupy his mind
without being reminded of what he used to do. Ive ordered new books from Blantyre, and Im
experimenting to find out what hes good at...
A door slammed. There was a brief silence and Keith ambled into the room. He sighed.
Thats that, he said. Daniels burnt those books for me.
Lou looked sharply at Ross. She saw his mouth move as if he were about to utter some
forceful rebuke, but no words came; instead, a derisive smile was turned her way.
Youre move, Louise, he said softly. Show us how its done.
She drew in her lip, got down beside Keith. Darling, we dont burn booksnot even books
we dislike. We give them away. As you grow too old for certain books we ll send them to the
mission for little children who havent any at all. Remember that, wont you? We mustnt
destroy anything, because theres always someone who would like it.
Those old picture books? asked Keith witheringly.
Even those. Its babyish to destroy something because you dont like it I love books, so you
can give me those youre tired of.
Grown-ups dont read picture books.
I like any kind. Ive actually ordered some new picture books.
For you?
Ill let you look at them if you like. But dont forgettoys and books that belong to you are
very special because theyre yours, and you must treat them well.
Keith nodded, looked up at Ross and then at Lou. All right, he said, and moved across the
room. He hesitated, added, But Im glad Daniel burnt those two books, anyway, and went out.
Ross smiled a maddening smile, said suavely, I doubt whether it worked, little one, but it was
a good try. Next time he behaves that way put the sand-pit out of bounds for a day or
confiscate his gun. You cant talk a child into understanding.
You can, she said firmly. Laugh your head off if you like but my methods will get results.

I hope so, honey; you give yourself such a grim time over it. He took a long lazy stride
towards the door. Ill have to leave you now. Were short-handed at the drying ground and
even the promise of a bonus hasnt jolted them.
Try some child psychology, she suggested.
You could be right, he said, grinning. So long, Louise. Keep the books dusted!
Lou waited till every sound of him had died before, still quivering slightly, she went outside.
For some reason she had to think of something else, very quickly.
She found Keith at the pit. He sat alone with his feet in water and sand, his elbows on his
knees and his face in his hands. She slipped down beside him, felt tremendous heat settle over
her even though that part of the garden was thickly shaded.
She said idly, Can you see those thin green flies on the tree-trunk? Ive counted seven.
Nine, he said dreamily. I counted nine. And five of them make a big letter A.
Yes, I can see it. If you lean to the left it looks like a wobbly H.
After a moments silence he said, Will you help me to make a trailer for my lorry?
Of course, she answered. Well make the wheels from cotton-reels and paint it red!
Red, he murmured ecstatically. I do like playing with you.
Lou was comforted. Keith wasnt a complicated little boy. He was just a child who had been
suddenly left without parents and now found a little difficulty in adjusting himself. She would
help him with all the love and understanding she had.
Dressing to take tea with the District Commissioner was rather exciting. Lou put on a blue
glazed cotton which was figured in black and white; the top was plain and tight-fitting, the skirt
billowed in gathered tiers, and somehow she looked young and merry and vulnerable at the
same time. Being a child of the wilds, Keith had no party clothes, but he looked small and
delightfully boyish in clean fawn shorts and a short-sleeved white shirt. It was he who
introduced to Lou the A.D.C. who called for them.
This is Peter, he said. He catches rainbow trout.
The young man hastened to complete the introduction. Peter Whyte, he said. How do you
do, Miss Prentice?
At first he seemed to find difficulty in speaking. He gazed at Lou, hurriedly pushed Keith into
the back of the car before seating her at his side, and fumbled the gears excruciatingly before
they worked.
As they moved away Lou said cheerfully This is the first ride weve had since coming to the
bungalow. You know, Im still amazed at the mountains all round us. Im quite sure this is even
more beautiful than Switzerland!
We dont get snow, he replied carefully.
No, of course not. But the colors here are richer, I should t hink, and you have so many

cedars.
We have about a thousand different kinds of trees.
Those plantations on the hillsides are cedars, though, arent they?
Yes, they grow so well.
She nodded. Id love to know all about the trees, and Im hoping to see the Lake some time.
If you live in Nyasaland, he said, you cant avoid the Lake. Its two-thirds of the country.
Like a sea. She indicated an expanse of pale shimmering green in the distance. What is
that?
Rice. Its only just been plantedthats why you can see the water it stands in. Rice thrives
in the swamps.
Rice, cotton, coffee, tea, she murmured happily. I dont wonder you men love it here.
Some of us do, he said cautiously, but it can be darned monotonous. Not that Im
grumbling. The D.C. does his best for us.
Tell me about your rainbow trout. Is it true they taste of mud even after theyre cooked?
Perhaps Lou had deliberately chosen to word her question that way; for Peter Whyte she
couldnt have done better. He led off indignantly against whoever had told her that, insisted
that there were no finer cooked fish in the world and promised to take her to his favorite
fishing spot. He had by no means finished with the subject when they drove along a neat road
between about a dozen white houses and pulled up in front of the most pretentious. It was a
white stucco dwelling with thick brown thatch and a veranda along the front, and its small
garden was hedged in with oleander and hibiscus. A tremendous rust-red bougainvilia covered
an archway beside the house and the paths were bordered neatly with zinnias in shades of
pink and mauve.
They were met in the porch by the D.C. himself. He greeted Lou, gravely shook Keiths hand
and told him he could go through and find a servant to take him to the aquarium
He saw Lou seated well back in the veranda, offered cigarettes and sat down.
Peter Whyte hovered hopefully. Need me, sir?
I dont think so, Peter. You might get all the files ready for the morning and then call it a day.
Ill leave at five. As the younger man reluctantly departed, Martin Craddock grimaced and
turned to Lou. I have a day out tomorrow. Theres a piece of land which has been in dispute
for three years. Every few months I have to go through the farce of hearing the evidence and
stating a verdict, simply because two brothers wont agree as to where the division should
come.
Lou was interested. Dont you stipulate where the land divides?
Regularly. But one or other of them shifts the posts and were back where we were. The
African loves litigation, and Im sure they only keep the dispute going for their own
entertainment. Luckily, Im a patient man. He put an ashtray on the wide arm of her chair.

Mind waiting a bit for tea? My sister was out to lunch, but shell be back at any moment
Waiting here is a pleasure. I wish I had a bicycle.
A bicycle? he echoed in faint alarm. Even where there are tarred roads women dont ride
bicycles in this country. Can you drive?
Yes, but even if it were possible to hire a car it would be too expensive. Mr. Gilmore has a
spare one as well as the estate car and a lorry, but I dont think hes likely to offer it for my use.
He said that if I want to go anywhere hell send a car with a driver, but theres no fun in that. I
want to explore, not to be guided.
His glance lingered on her eager expression. Youre plenty of time; well arrange something.
Does the heat upset you at all?
Its pretty much, isnt it? she said cheerfully, but then you have to suffer a little discomfort
for most things that are worth while. It doesnt really bother me. I suppose youre completely
hardened?
I get a mild dose of malaria now and thenbut Ive had nothing else in eighteen years of
Africa. You get into a condition of mind that doesnt change very much; its a state of
acceptance of whatever comes along.
But thats bad! I like to be able to erupt when something happens that I dont care for.
And fly into seventh heaven when youre happy?
Her grey glance was frank and exuberant. Certainly! In their own ways both ups and downs
are the spice of life.
I suppose they are, to the very young. Actually, I was rather a sober young man, and I dont
believe I ever knew a girl like you.
You probably knew dozens but being young and ambitious yourself you werent a bit
interested. She leaned forward. What is that biblical-looking tree down to the right?
Pomegranate. The servants eat the fruit. At the back weve some tamarinds and bananas
and a few coconut palms. Like to see them?
Please! Unless youre tired?
As he stood up he gave her a mock frown. I may be dull and unexciting but Im not that old.
Anyone can be tired, she said. And to me youre anything but dull! You preside at African
courts, direct the people to better ways of living, shoot lions, solve problems and look after
white people as well. When I get back to England I shall be awfully proud of having known you!
I must admit youre good for my ego, he said, as they went down the steps, but dont talk
about going home. A pause as they passed through sunshine into the shade of the orchard.
What did you think of Peter Whyte?
He seems nice but a little callow.
Hes twenty-eight.

As much as that? Will he be a District Commissioner someday?

Yes, if he sticks it out in the Service. But he needs lots more experience and that attitude of
mind I was telling you about. Hes keen to get married, but Ive never even thought about it.
Then you should, before its too late!
Im afraid it's already too late. In ten years or so I shall retire to a few acres in Kenya or
Rhodesia and become a club bore.
You wont. Youll be a Governor somewhere and people will have to curtsey to you.
He laughed, and a lightness came into his expression. Come on, well pick some fruit for you
to take back to the bungalow.
He unhooked a grass basket from where it hung on a branch, pulled a few oranges, cut
about a dozen bananas and two large yellowing papaws. To the basket-load he added a heap
of loquats.
There was a sudden rustle high up in a palm and instinctively he gripped her arm and pulled
her clear of a huge falling coconut. She laughed a little helplessly, put a hand to his jacket to
steady herself.
I was hoping for a coconut and here it is! she said. The next moment both were aware of
figures approaching on the path between the tamarinds. Lous hand dropped, and a second
later Martin Craddock released her arm. Unhurriedly, he bent to retrieve the coconut and place
it beside the basket Then he turned towards Ross Gilmore and the woman at his side.
Hallo, there, he said. Miss Prentice, meet my sister, Paula. You ve heard about Louise
Prentice, Paula. We were picking some fruit for her to take home.
Pa u la Craddock showed perfect white teeth between exact red lips. From her brief
acquaintance with Martin, Lou was quite unprepared for the woman. She ought to have
known, of course, that if Ross Gilmore was deeply interested in Paula Craddock she would
have good looks and poise, but somehow she had imagined Martins sister would be very like
Martin: dependable, friendly and exceedingly pleasant.
Paula was none of these things, though she did have an air of patronizing camaraderie. She
had the stamp of wealth on her and she was amazingly beautiful. Tall and slender, with ashblonde hair that positively sparkled with whiteness and eyes that were a deeper blue than her
brothers, a vivid blue. She wore a white linen skirt and a pink-tan blouse which made her
throat look golden. Standing beside Ross, who was as striking in his way as she in hers, she
looked as if she had placed herself where she belonged.
Ross, for some reason, looked watchful, though he spoke as casually as ever. Short of fruit
down at the bungalow, Louise? Whats Ali been doing with it?
I thought Id like some of Mr. Craddocks. Do you mind?
Not at all, child.
Paula took his arm. Im thirstylets go in for tea. You know, darling, your houseboy may be
good but he has the common failing. Too much salt in everything.

You said the lunch was splendid.

So it wasbecause we had it alone and could talk. But there was something we forgot.
Those gramophone records you ordered for me...
They moved so far ahead that their conversation was only a murmur. Lou walked with Martin
Craddock but found herself sharply aware of those two. She didnt know what it was, but
some new element seemed to have entered her own orbit within the last few minutes. She
found herself t hinking, So theyre that close, absorbed in each other. And she realized that
her own innocence made her blind to much of Ross Gilmores personality. Unaccountably she
felt flat and uneasy.
They had tea in the D.C.s comfortable lounge. Paula, bright and beautiful, poured the tea;
Ross handed the cups and Martin took charge of the dishes of minute cakes and sandwiches.
Keith strolled in and drank orange juice while he talked about the tropical fish, and then he
sidled out again. It was so long since he had last seen the aquarium that he found the fish far
more engrossing than human beings.
Cigarettes were lit and Martin put on his pipe. He looked happy and relaxed as he talked
about the trifles which make up life in the tropics. He thought it was time someone gave a
party.
And why shouldnt it be us, he said to Paula. When you first arrived you were party-mad,
but it must be all of six weeks since we last had more than a couple of people here.
She shrugged, smiled at him sweetly. Theyre the same old faces, Martin, my sweet, and
one does get tired of them.
Im the same old face, too.
But youre also like old shoes, darlingindispensable in a hot climate.
He smiled. Whats Rossnew shoes that have to be tried out fairly often?
She wrinkled her nose at him, gave Ross a long, intimate glance. Ross is charged with
electricity; he gives a girl a boost. She turned politely to Lou. I suppose youll hardly have time
to get to know us before you leave. I hear youre a school-teacher.
Of a kind. Lou found herself tightening up and it annoyed her into being cool and
deliberate. Actually, teaching the five-to seven-year-olds in a particular type of prep school is
rather different from ordinary school-teaching.
But you cant possibly like it.
I dothats why I chose it in preference to anything else. On the whole I find children
exhilarating.
Teaching other people s children always seems to me to be a dead end. With Keith one
would feel differently, of course. The blue glance, in spite of its vividness, looked strangely
expressionless as she added, It must have been a shock to hear you were Keiths guardian.
Co-guardian, put in Ross gently.
She flickered him another soft smile. I know, but a woman does more than a man towards a

childs upbringing.
Not in this case, he said lazily. Louise takes care of Keith but I make the decisions.
Lous eyes brightened with vexation, but instead of voicing a retort she turned to the D.C. I
think we shall have to appoint you as arbitrator, Mr. Craddock. Would you take it on?
Louise means, explained Ross kindly, that she wants you on her side. Dont be fooled by
the wistful pleading, Martin. It hides a scheming wit.
Im strictly friendly with both of you, Martin said. Theres no problem yet.
Paula tapped ash into a saucer. Her smooth features were pleasantly smiling. The whole
thing is solved when one of you marries, I believe. You two guardians only have to agree till
then. And if Miss Prentice is staying only a few weeks there seems to be very little to argue
about anyway.
Except that Im hoping to take Keith with me, said Lou.
Tenacious wench, remarked Ross to no one in particular.
Paula readied for another cigarette, turned to the lighter Ross held. I expect you know the
answer to it all, darling. You always do.
Theres no hurry, he said easily. What about this party Martin mentioned? Care to put on
one for me at my house?
Paula scintillated. "Why, Rosswhat a lovely ideal I can think of nothing Id like more.
"Good. Make it next weekend and invite the whole bunch.
At five-thirty Lou said it was time Keith went home. He came into the room looking grubby
and contented, and all five wandered out into the veranda. Martin had something he wanted
to show Ross, and as the two men moved along the front of the house towards a shed which
was hidden by climbers, Keith decided to follow them. Lou was left with the blonde Paula
Craddock.
There was a silence, in which some insects buzzed farewell to the day while others began
sharpening their wings in preparation for darkness.
Then Paula said, This guardianship of Keith Weston is a queer businessmost unfair to
both of you, really. It ignores the fact that a marriage partner would be most unlikely to want a
ready-made child in the family. Keith should have been adopted by a childless couple.
I dont agree. I was Dorothys nearest relative and we were closer than sisters. Mr. Gilmore
was chosen because hes a man and on the spot.
Ive a feeling, said Paula Craddock, coolly and agreeably, that even if you were to marry at
once Ross wouldnt relinquish his responsibility. He was fond of the Westons.
Im glad to hear it. I loved them.
Dusk fell softly, but Lou stood there rigidly, keenly aware of this woman who had patently
been pampered all her life. She had arrogance in every turn of her narrow, elegant head, an air

of contempt in every studied line of her tall, willowy body.

The men appeared, and Keith was perched high on Ross Gilmores shoulder. Paula
shrugged, and though her voice was low, for Lous ear only, sounded both gay and decisive.
Well, if Ross wants to keep the child I must back him up. But Im not so fond of children that
Id care to be burdened with someone elses brat. After Ross and I are married, Keith will go to
boarding school!
Lou shivered, whether at the threat of losing Keith or at some more subtle inference from
the others manner and words she could not have said.
Ross called, Be seeing you later, Paula. Thanks for the tea. And to Lou, Come along, Im
taking you two home. Say your pretty thanks to Martin.
Lous anger hurt her throat. She said goodbye and thank you to Martin and his sister, got
into the front seat of the estate car and looked over at Keith, who had stretched himself along
the seat behind them. The car moved off, and they drove into a sudden darkness which was
gaily decked out with fireflies. But Lous feelings were too mixed to admit gaiety.

CHAPTER THREE
For some minutes nothing at all was said between them. Keith was rolling on his seat and
making small sounds which showed he was completely oblivious of everything but the sleepy
game he was playing. A moth battered on the windscreen and fell, and something zoomed in
one window and out of the other. Ross was driving fairly fast, but presently he slowed a little.
Did you have fun picking fruit with the D.C.? he asked mockingly.
Of course, she returned. You saw it yourself.
He nodded. For a while you lopped about ten years off Martin. Never occurred to me the
D.C. might be vulnerable.
Hes not. Hes simply nice all through.
Bless you, he said with sarcasm. Are you really innocent or is there a scheme budding in
that flower-like head of yours? You wouldnt be wondering whether Martin Craddock might
have a good father for Keith, would you?
I havent got round to it yet, she replied, but its a thought.
Hes nearly twice your age and rather set in his ways. Of course, youd feel safe with old
Martin. Not much adventure but not much risk, either. Hed cherish you both...
Oh, stop it! Its beastly to amuse yourself at Martin Craddocks expense.
Just slightly, his tone sharpened. Im with Martin, not against him. While we were having tea
you looked a little desperate once or twice, and desperation in young people often results in

recklessness. Also, I didnt much care for the fact that youd kept quiet about his invitation for
this afternoon. If Paula hadnt mentioned it at lunch I wouldnt have known.
Do you have to be told everything I do?
You know what Im getting at, he said bluntly.
I dont, and I dont care, either. You have no authority where Im concerned, none at all.
Granted, but it would have been natural for you to have told me this morning that you and
Keith were having tea with the D.C.; to most people its quite an event You cant blame me if I
put my own construction on your silence.
Being the man you are youre bound to measure everything to your own satisfaction. I like
Mr. Craddock.
Youve said that before.
... but I certainly dont aspire to marrying a District Commissioner, she went on as if he
hadnt cut in. If I ever ask Martin for help it will be as a friend or in his official capacity.
Good. Youd better stick to that.
Infuriated, she turned her head quickly and looked out at the black shapes of the Mulera
coffee trees. She would never be able to agree with Ross on any point that matterednever!
As if it would ever have occurred to her that Martin Craddock could deliver her from the
co-guardianship by marrying her!
Lou was too angry to think about it very clearly. She kept her head averted and did not even
look at Ross when the car stopped at the bungalow and he helped them out. But Lou wasnt
permitted to follow Keith into the living-room; a lean brown hand detained her.
Ross said softly, but forcibly, Nothing in the way of human relationships is impossible in
these places, Louise. On the other hand, both friendships and marriages have to have a strong
foundation or theyre likely to crack wide open. Let me make a point; yesterday, the D.C. had
decided to foster a friendship between you and young Peter Whyte. Today, I notice, Peter
wasnt even asked to tea.
He was busy, and besides, wed have been an odd number.
You wouldnt. I took Paula home and stayed for tea. I hadnt been invited.
Well, there must have been an official reason. Lets forget itplease!
He looked at her with the characteristic smile. Superficially women are quite different from
each other, arent they? Its in the fundamentals that theyre alike. They all want security
either moral or financial or bothand a touch of romance if they can get it. At the moment
your need for security is rather stronger than the desire for kisses.
How did you reach that conclusion? she demanded tartly.
It was easy. You want Keith all to yourself and you think the only way to get him is by
marrying someone who understands your situation and whom I cant possibly disapprove of.
His tone became tantalizing. But it cuts both ways, and in this marriage business I have the

advantage because you cant marry till youre asked, but I can propose to someone tonight, if I
want to.
Lou heard herself saying, a little huskily, Well, why dont you? Im sure Miss Craddock would
accept.
His smile glittered in the darkness of the porch, his voice held the familiar touch of gentle
malice. Paula and I do suit each other, dont we? But neither of us is in a hurry, and theres a
good deal to be said for delicious uncertainty. Im sure you agree.
She made to pass him and he pushed the door open. Without looking back she said, Im
quite accustomed to locking up now. Theres really no need for you to come down and try the
doors every night.
Think of it, he said coolly. Thats the sort of chap I am. Goodnight.
For the rest of that evening Lou felt ragged. Indeed, several days passed before she slipped
back into her usual cheerful mood, and even then her opt imism was far more cautious than it
had ever been before.
There were slight changes in the routine. Previously, Ross had looked in alone at odd times
of the day, but now he was invariably accompanied by Paula Craddockwhether by accident
or design Lou could not tell. Certainly Paula talked as if it were natural that she and Ross
should often be together, but Lou could not reconcile the fact with what she knew of him.
Ross liked to concentrate during working hours, and while he was his own manager he had
plenty to do. Yet it did seem that he wanted Paula to be present when he saw Keith; one day
he even carried the child away for a drive with the two of them. Lou had a rather tense time of
it while they were gone, but Keith returned breezily to the haven, and nothing was changed.
Lou heard details of the party to be held at Ross Gilmores house. It was to be a lavish affair
in garden and living-room, with Paula as hostess. As Ross had negligently mentioned, it would
be a good opportunity for Lou to meet everyone. Lou felt, sinkingly, that she would rather stay
unknown.
Then suddenly, on the day before the party, there was raintorrents of it. And the day
became memorable to Lou for two reasons.
The first concerned Keith. Rain kept him indoors and from sheer boredom he pencilled a
dozen shaky lines on the wall. Lou made him help her to erase them and then gave him a
sheet of her own notepaper. He scrawled indecipherably till, with studied carelessness, she
showed him how she taught children to form the alphabet. Before he knew it, Keith was
laboriously making letters in an exercise book, and after lunch he copied a ship from one of his
old picture books. And to complete the capitulation he allowed Lou to read to him in bed from
one of his own selections of fairy tales!
Lou was so thankful that after she had left him she stared out into the sodden darkness
wit h shining eyes. Her own idea had worked. Occasionally during the past few days she had
told him about the children she taught and encouraged him to laugh at their exploits. There
had been the little boy who looks very like you, Keith, and twin girls who invariably brought
date sandwiches for lunch. Keith had been faintly roused, and Lou had calculated that at this
rate it would take at least three weeks to get him interested in lessons. But the rainone of
those unexpected days of storm that happened in Nyasaland dry season had swept away
the whole softening-up process. When the sun shone Keith might not be so keen to learn, but
the first step had been accomplished. Lou felt that from now on she could be firmer with him.

It was still teeming with rain when she had supper, and because it was so much cooler she
went to bed and lay there reading with the rain-laden air sweeping between the curtains into
the room. She heard a car swish round the drive, and the usual sounds of door handles being
tried. For a moment, she rather longed to open one of the doors and invite him in for a drink;
but it passed, the car waded away again and there was nothing but the rain pelting on leaves
and gurgling from the overflow pipe of one of the tanks. Ross must have seen her light but he
hadnt even bothered to call goodnight
After that, reading was difficult. Lou got up and made some coffee, carried it into the livingroom and filled a cup. She was sipping and staring rather disconsolately at nothing when a
rapping sound drew her to the door.
A visitorin such weather? Or perhaps an African with a message. But a message from
whom? The sound came again, more sharply, and rather breathlessly she switched on the
outside light, slid the bolt and turned the key. She opened the door and gazed blankly at the
man who stood there in the porch, covered by the thatch from the rain but dripping from every
point of his person.
He was tallish and slimly built, and wore an old trench coat that was black with rain. His looks,
Lou felt, were unimportant on such a night.
He gave her a weary smile. Im humanjust about. The name is Greg Allwyn. May I come
in?
She stood aside, clutching her dressing-gown tightly below her throat. I think youd better.
Take off your coat and leave it just inside the door. Would you like some coffee?
He looked at her, gave a tired laugh. You sound like England. May I have a spot of whisky in
it?
I think theres a little. Lou poured, watching him. Have you been ill?
Not desperatelyjust a bit seedy.
Should you be out on a night like this?
Again, in spite of himself, he grinned. Youre a real breath of home, and unusual with it I turn
up in the middle of nowhere and you treat it as if Ive taken shelter on my way up the street.
This is quite near the Mulera plantation, isnt it?
It is Mulera.
Is it, though? The information apparently gave him pause. Is this the managers house?
She nodded. Sit down and drink the coffee or youll get the shivers. Where are you making
for?
He drank and put down the cup, lowered himself to a chair. This house, as a matter of fact. I
thought it would be empty.
Lou stood back from the table and regarded him; under his tan he was pale, and his
movements had the slackness of more than normal tiredness. Are you the new manager?
Thats the general idea. Three months trial. Im not due here for nine days, but I was

footloose and decided to come. His light brown glance rested on the youthful curves of her
face. Do you have a father or someone around?
Someone, she replied guardedly. Did you come by car?
Only as far as the river. The road is awash and I walked the rest of the way.
The river? she echoed. I dont even know it
He shrugged. Thats how a good many of the rivers are in Africa; they only show in the
rains. He pushed a hand over lank hair which now looked the color of old rope. Ill have to
think this out. Dont let it worry you. His tone put Lou at ease. She went quietly along to the
bathroom for a towel, brought it back and put it in his hands.
Dry your hair and take off your shoes. Its only about ten, so we should be able to send a
message to Mr. Gilmore. One of his servants lives in the quarters at the back and Ill get hold of
him.
Oh, no, he said hastily. I wont let Ross Gilmore know Im in the vicinity yet If the house had
been available Id have been happy to get dug in and familiarize myself with the plantation, but
as things are hes not likely to welcome me. He thought for a moment Do you have a spare
room?
She shook her head. Afraid I cant offer you the empty bedroom.
He looked past her, at the open doorway to the corridor, raked back his drying hair, Do you
live with a brother?
Lou studied him. Now, his hair was lighter, the color of damp sand, and consequently the
brown eyes appeared darker. His features were thin and good, but his mouth had the slant of
disillusionment and about his eyes the skin was lined. He looked thirtyish and thoroughly
seasoned; one might have said the same of Ross Gilmore, but in Ross the experienced look
had vitality and keenness. Greg Allwyn carried a faint air of ruin about him but even so he was
attractive. When he felt thoroughly well he was probably very aware of his good looks.
Carefully, she explained her position. He listened, nodded when she mentioned the Westons
and was silent for a moment when she had finished. He began to look a little better, less grey
about the mouth and slightly more alert. His eyes had the kind of smile she had seen once or
twice in men who knew a great deal about women, yet she felt she could trust him.
I honestly dont believe Mr. Gilmore will mind your arriving rather early, she said. He has
spare rooms at his house and can put you up right awayeven tonight.
He felt in the top pocket of his bush shirt for cigarettes. Ill be honest too, he said. The way
Ive been feeling, a house of my own sounded like heaven. A room in Ross Gilmore s house, on
the other hand, sounds like a rather different place! Id sooner live in a tent.
She was curious. Do you know him very well?
Lets put it that I know him. It seemed as if he might leave it at that; then he looked at her,
let his glance rove the slender shoulders, the short brown hair streaked with gold. If youre
partners with him in the care of this child you must be finding out things about Ross. How do
you get along with him?

Hes maddening, but quite kind.

Friendly?
In an armed wayyes. She paused. If you dont like him why did you take on the job?
For me, he said jadedly, its a leg-up. I was in forestry with Ross for about a yearjust
before he took this place. Being the sort of guy I am I just stayed in forestry. It s a good life if
youre keen on timber and scenery, but I was sated with both after about six months. I stayed
because I hadnt fitted myself to do anything else.
So this is a new start for you?
Thats right. I ought to be straining at the leash.
But youre notbecause youve been ill?
He lay back and crossed his khaki-stockinged feet, had the appearance of a man who
longed to relax. Youre awfully maternal for your age. For heavens sake stop looking as if
youre sorry for me, or I shall unload.
With a business-like movement Lou placed the cups back on the tray. I only put questions
because I couldnt understand a man being so down in the dumps. Youre free to do as you
like; you didnt have to come to Mulera if you dont get along with Ross Gilmore.
I get along with him. I havent his ruthless outlook and unlimited energy, so it makes me tired
just to think ahead. He offered the cigarettes and was lighting one for each of them now, with
a match. In the past few years I havent seen much of Ross. Wed meet occasionally at the
club in Zomba, but I never came this way and Ross hardly ever came back to see the forestry
types. The weekend after the Westons were killed Ross saw the lawyer in Zomba, and I ran
into him. He asked me if Id been working without a contract, so I gave a months notice, but
half-way through it I hooked a dose of fever and had to finish. Actually, I gave up my quarters
too soon. Ive been kicking about for several days. When the rain came I had to make some
sort of decision, and it seemed wiser to come here and settle in. Never occurred to me Id find a
pretty girl installed. He livened a little. If I believed in anything Id take you as a good omen.
One of my most troublesome dreams is about a girl who could easily be you!
She laughed. Now youre being obvious. And you havent made it clear why you arent keen
to work for Ross.
Did I say that? Its not really true. He paused. Have you ever envied someone whos
thoroughly adjusted and successful? Maybe not, because youre adjusted yourself and
success wouldnt mean much to youworldly success, I mean. Ross is a positive character; he
knows where hes going and he expects others to be the same. He came to Africa in a
pioneering spirit, and Ive heard him say that wherever a man lives he should create something
permanent or perenniallike trees and industries. Hes never seriously thought of anything
else since hes been here.
Youve created trees, she pointed out.
Oh, sure, but I dont care about them.
Does Ross know that?

His smile flickered, his regard became a little more intent "You know, Im beginning to wonder
what Ive dropped intoand to rather like it Would you care to take me on, and stay in the
house?
Take you on? she asked blankly.
Marry me, said Gregg.
For a moment I thought you were serious about my staying in the house, she said, relieved.
Youd better be careful with your proposals. Someone may call your bluff!
He knocked ash into the tray she had pushed near him, sighed and murmured, Im no
capture for any woman. Its such a long time since Ive met anyone remotely like you that I felt
quite dizzy for a moment with hope.
Youre still light-headed from fever, she said severely. What are we going to do with you
tonight?
He listened to the rain hammering outside, bent to put on his shoes. He looked up and his
face was drawn. I suppose theres a garage; you must give me the key to it.
Its dusty and full of junkyou cant sleep out there. I think youre the most improvident man
I ever met!
I could wade back to my car and spend the night in it.
Thats impossible. Please let me send for Mr. Gilmore.
He stood up quickly. Not on your life. Ill face Ross in daylight after Ive had a bath and a
change of clothes. Ill manage.
And catch a chill, if you havent got one already! Mr. Allwyn.
Call me Greg. And stop fretting. I've slept out in all sorts of weather.
But I havent known about it, she said firmly, and this time I do know. Wheres your
luggage?
In the car.
Then you must stay here till the ram stops. She looked about her, t hinking quickly. Spend
the night here in this room, Ill lock the door on the other side and you can sleep on the couch.
Do you think the rain will last much longer?
Two or three hours, perhaps.
Well, all I ask is that you disappear before the servant comes into the houseat about sixthirty. Youll be quite shut off from the rest of the house. Will that help?
Tremendously. Youre such a sweet little Goldilocks that I wouldnt dream of putting you in a
spot. Ill go just before dawn.
Lou hesitated, with her fingers on the tray handles. Ive a feeling that you need a doctor. Will
you promise to find one when you leave here?

He smiled easily. Yes, I promise. Youre quite a girl Lou Prentice.

You could be quite a man, she said quietly, if you liked yourself a little better. Can I get you
anything?
No more whisky?
Only the spot in the bottom of the bottle.
Im afraid Ill have to rob you of it, but Ill make it up to you some day.
Youre welcome to it, but I do hope it wont make you oversleep.
He smiled and winked. My system is hardened to it wont cave in to less than half a bottle.
Im not sleepy, anyway; only a bit whacked. He moved and patted her shoulder. Sorry I had to
be way below normal the first time we meet, but Ill put in a few days rest with friends, and
come back fit Ill leave the room tidy in the morning.
Thanks. Goodnight.
She slipped out with the tray, set it down while she turned the key in the lock and then took
it along to the kitchen. She listened at Keiths door, went into her own room but was too
disturbed to get into bed at once. She stood near the window and imagined the look of the
garden, with the rain still tumbling into the lake it had become. She could feel moisture
bouncing through the wire screen, and she thought of all the rivers forming in the gulleys and
their headlong race over grass and boulders and hillsides into Lake Nyasa.
She went to bed, listened to the concerto of the rain and eventually fell into an uneasy sleep.
She awoke to a cloudless sunrise, remembered instantly and crept along the corridor to the
living-room. Slowly, she turned the key and edged open the door.
The room was neat and untenanted; he had even emptied and dusted the ashtray. Lou
opened a window, breathed in the rain-washed, scented air. This was the day of Ross
Gilmores party.
Ross came to the bungalow at about ten, walked into the living-room and called lazily,
Anyone at home?
Lou heard him in her bedroom, hurriedly blotted the letter she had been writing and went
through to see him.
She was wearing a blue sunfrock and a row of white beads, and her hair was brushed into a
careless cap of short deep waves. She stopped and looked at him, standing outlined near the
window. He was incredibly tall and broad, and a light shone upon the tight skin of his jaw. For
some reason Lous heart skipped a beat that it was never to pick up again.
Did you want me? she asked, with a curious huskiness.
Want? He savored the word, and let it drop. Negligently, he said. Youve been here about
ten days and havent seen the Lake. Its worth the trip after a good rain. How would you like to
go down there for a picnic?
Today? What about your party?

Thats hours away. Ive stowed a box of food in the car. We can bathe and have lunch, and
get back here in time for you to shower and have a rest before dressing. I promised Keith wed
do it one day.
Just the ... three of us?
Thats right, little one, with a narrow smile. Think you can stand it?
Ill try.
Fine. He jingled something in his jacket pocket, pulled it out and showed it in the palm of his
hand. Know anything about this?
It was a mans stainless steel wristwatch; the worn leather strap had dragged away from its
metal anchorage, and was stiff and dark.
No. she said with a flutter in her throat. Where did you find it?
On the path. It must have been out all night in the rain, He dropped the watch back into his
pocket Ill find the owner some time. Run along, Louise, and bring Keith back with you. Dont
forget your bathing kit.
She left him, rather hurriedly, paused for a moment before entering Keiths bedroom. The
child looked up from playing with a train and said yes, hed like to go down to the Lake. He
found his briefs and trotted through to the living-room, and five minutes later Lou joined them.
She had a swim-suit rolled in a towel under her arm, and dangled a white cap from her fingers.
Are you sure this is all well need? she asked.
Quite sure, Ross told her. Ali knows were going.
He swung Keith into the back of the carnot the estate wagon but a streamlined saloon
and put Lou into the front seat. He took his place and they were off, crunching down the lane
towards the main road.
Lous uneasiness wore off. She felt the breeze through her hair, and Keith leaning over the
back of the seat between herself and Ross, and she saw that they were turning away from
the Chekwe stores and towards the misty blue valley between the hills. They ran between the
Mulera coffee trees, and down the edge of the cotton fields, crossed a wooden bridge which
spanned a swamp where rice grew.
Ive wanted to come this way, she said. The views here are so tantalizing that you feel
you must investigate them. At least, I do.
Plenty of time, Ross commented. Not getting bored, are you?
Of course not, but I would like to be able to get about and see more of the country. Wheres
the great Shire River?
South, from here. Our river is the Kolana, and it runs out into Kolana Bay. Several of us have
shacks above the beach and keep canoes. Our tastes, with faint mockery, are fairly civilized.
Youre all civilized people, she said. Surprisingly so.

Whats surprising about it? Its the modern amenities that keep white people sane in
faraway places. We have to get along without television, but in other ways our homes are
ahead of the majority in England. Its always the same where white people settle a fairly new
country.
She nodded. Theres such a difference in incomes. The government officials here seem
well-off.
They do fairly well. The D.C., of course, comes from a rich family.
Does he? She paused. Is Miss Craddock here to keep house for him?
Not really. If you get a good head boy in this country you dont need a housekeeper. Paula
has plenty of cash in her own right; she has an estate in Hampshire, but generally spends the
dry season here in Chekwe.
You must know very well.
Oh, yes, non-commit ally. I know her place in Hampshire, too. Its probably one of the most
efficiently-run estates in England. That comes of having a manager there whos crazy about
her.
Lou said evenly, I should think a good many men have been in love with Paula Craddock.
Shes very beautiful.
Sure is, he replied laconically, and left it at that . They had climbed a small hill beyond the
rice swamp and from its eminence the Lake was visible, vast and very blue and fringed with
lush green growth. They came down the hill and the view was cut off, and for some time there
was nothing but the roadside hedges of acacia, which shone with the many shades of red in
the new leaves which the rain had miraculously brought forth. Then the trees began to vary;
musuku, with their heavily-ribbed leaves and clusters of scarlet fruit, clumps of tall bamboo, the
indigenous Mlanje cedar and an occasional gigantic and grotesque baobab. A tangle of
banana scrub came next, and then the beach, fringed with coconut palms and looking for all
the world as if it belonged to a South Sea island.
The car stopped just above the beach under a tree and Lou leaned forward, her glance wide
and rapturous.
I never imagined anything like this, she breathed. Its really like the sea. How far is it to the
other side of the Lake?
About twenty miles, just here. It might well be two hundred for all you can see of it He
looked at her. You must have seen the Lake from the air when you arrived. Didnt it impress
you then?
Yes, but I had so much else on my mind. The plane was a bit bumpy, too. She shone round
at him. It must be the loveliest country in the world!
Not bad, he conceded. Its practically all Lake and mountains but weve plenty of fertile
land. Again his glance rested upon her. You make me want to remember how I felt the first
time I came this way. Im afraid the sensation is lost in the mists of time.
You probably didnt feel a thing, she said gaily. Id rather be me, and feel it a little too
much. She turned to Keith. Come on, darling. Were going to bathe!

Take your time, said Ross. He put out a hand to detain her, and carelessly held her fingers
under his, on the seat between them. So youd rather feel too much than too little?
Yes ... I think I would. She colored slightly, but was smiling at him. You do get rather low
when youre sad, but happiness takes you up to heaven!
His left eyebrow lifted. Really? Been in heaven lately?
You meanvery happy? No, I suppose not. But beauty and peace go a long way towards
making one happy.
I wouldnt say that. They only help to accentuate the feelings, and that goes for the depths
as well as the heights. If you decide to stay in Nyasaland Ill teach you a few things, Louise.
His gentler mood was blunting the edge of her caution. Such as what? she asked.
Such as enjoying things youve never known before.
The country?
And people, and yourself. You havent much knowledge of yourself, have you?
Her swift glance at him was startled. How can you be so sure of that?
By watching you, he said lazily. Youre innocent about a good many things. Youve always
thought the world began and ended with that kindergarten in England and your few friends
there. By the way, with a hint of cynicism, you must be missing those friends. Any men
among them?
One or two.
Anyone special?
Youve asked me that before.
And youve avoided answeringjust as youre avoiding it now. What was his name?
For a moment she was too vexed at the turn so pleasant and exciting a conversation had
taken to give him a reply, her hand became hot under his and she withdrew it Then she
caught his glance, the faint malice and derision in his smile, and she thought defensively, of
Arnold Maskell, who hadnt even known she had left England till she had written him.
She heard herself saying heatedly, Youre so jaded with experience yourself that to you
almost anyone would seem unfledged. I may not be one of your worldly types but I havent
been shut up in a room all my life!
Sounds interesting. Tell me more!
Why should I feel your twisted sense of humor? she said indignantly. Come on, Keith,
were going to bathe.
As he lifted Keith from the car and held the door for Lou, Ross looked uncaring and full of
sardonic amusement He took her elbow and Keiths hand, very firmly.

You wont want to explore after a bathe so well do it now, he said. Slightly to the left here
we should find a waterfall. In the rainy season there are dozens of them round the bay
drainage from the uplands. Keith knows the waterfalldont you, old chap?
Keith seemed to be sliding into the sort of child he had been before losing his parents. He
nodded and said with engaging patronage, But well show Loushe hasnt seen it yet. I dont
suppose therell be any trout.
They trod between palms, found a footpath which led over a couple of hillocks and down to
a cleft where a river coursed swiftly over stones and bushes. They followed the river to where
it poured in magnificent abandon over a ledge and down past rocks and saplings into the Lake.
The water leapt and made rainbows in the sun, it roared and gurgled, and Lou found herself
getting down as Keith did, and lying flat so that she could watch and feel the spray over her
face and hair.
Ross sank down to one knee, tweaked a curl so that she had to turn her head and look up
at him. Her face was pink and sparkling, her red lips had a tender excited curve and her lashes
and brows were wet with spray.
His expression changed slightly. Dont look so darned young, he said abruptly.
Her excitement faded. She blinked and turned back to contemplation of a waterfall which
had lost its appeal. Her heart was beating unevenly into the earth, but she made herself
answer Keiths queries and ask him a few questions in return. She turned and sat up, saw that
Ross had straightened and moved along the ledge. He stood with his hands in the pockets of
his khaki shorts, studying the shimmering water.
She got up with Keith, flicked grass from her skirt. Ross joined her, casually, and without
speaking they went back to the car and along to a log hut which stood among cycads and
thorn trees.
This is mine, Ross said. You and Keith can use it. You ll find some towels, if you need
extras. Got all your gear?
Yes, thank you.
We didnt explore much, commented Keith.
Ross ruffled his hair. Its all been done before, he said, and his smile, narrow-eyed and
cryptic, rested upon Lou. Meet you in the water. All right?
She nodded, and took Keith into the hut. Perhaps because her throat was a little tight and
her movements jerky she did not give much attention to the picnic furniture and heavy orange
curtains. She let the child undress first, and sent him out, got quickly into her own daffodil
yellow swim-suit and picked up her cap. The sun beat warmly upon her skin, the beach burned
her feet so that the water, when it lapped over them, felt icy cold. She pulled on her cap, saw
Ross swimming back through the mild waves and braced herself against whatever he might
say.
But he didnt speak at once. He emerged from the water, big and as brown as the coffeeberries he produced, raked back his hair, gave her the sort of glance that roves and sums up in
two seconds and nodded back towards the Lake. Do you swim or play at it?
I can swim, she said briefly.

Go ahead, then. Ill watch Keith.

She was glad to leave them. She swam out floated, and swam again. It was tiring and she
was glad. As she turned back towards the beach Ross came beside her, swimming effortlessly.
Youre doing too much. Come on in, he said.
She moved slowly through the swell, and he hooked one arm under hers and gave her his
strength. They reached the sand and he let go of her. She stood up and waded ashore,
dragged off her cap. Keith was away under the trees, playing some game of his own, and had
her legs not felt so weak she would have gone to him. Ross touched her shoulder and she
shivered. He asked sharply, Dont you feel well?
Of course I do, she answered, without much spirit. Keith neednt dress, but I will, before we
eat.
Have a rest first He found a towel and flung it round her shoulders. Come into the shade
and sit down.
She went with him, sank down under a thick tuft of palms and pushed back her hair. Ross
went off for his jacket came back, and with movements that were forceful and deliberately
masculine he got out cigarettes and lit them. Then he leaned back on one hand, and for some
minutes there were only the sounds of the breeze in the leaves and the humming birds, and
the soft lapping of the waves over the pale beach.
You wish you hadnt come down here with me, dont you?
Yes, Im afraid I do.
Why?
She answered quietly and frankly, Youre not a very comfortable person to be with.
You mean I disturb you? he asked in those soft, gibing tones.
She lifted her head and saw the glint in the greenish-brown eyes, was thankful to perceive
that Keith was ambling towards them. She shook her head. Not in the way you mean, Mr.
Gilmore, she replied in her most normal tones. All I meant was that when I go on a jaunt I like
to feel free and friendly. You tie me up inside, and I dont care for it.
You were tied up inside before you met me, honey, he said in an undertone, as Keith joined
them.
Fortunately, Keith had something on his mind. Im hungry, he complained. Cant we eat
now?
Sure we can, said Ross. Come with me to collect the food box. Stay right here, young
Louise. You can dress later.
It was an excellent picnic and Lou wished she had more appetite for it. Usually after a swim
she was ravenous, but today Ross had spoiled things. And throughout the meal he went on
spoiling them. With Keith he was good-humored and informative. With Lou he was exactly the
same, but as he looked her way there was that experienced, worldly expression in his lean
handsome face, the lord-of-the-universe look which put her back where she belonged, among

the young and innocent and negligible. She got the impression that he was telling her he had
brought her here for a very simple reason; as Keiths guardians they owed an occasional treat
to the child.
Keith became sleepy, his mind wandered. Ross got up and picked up his jacket; Lou
gathered the towel and indicated that she was going to the hut. He went with her and
opened the door, asked companionably,
Feel better now?
Yes, Im fine.
Still something missing?
Missing?
He nodded. Youre of an age to think a picnic pretty hollow if theres no romance to go with
it.
Her cheeks hot she said quickly, I wouldnt expect romance from you!
Thats what I thought, but theres a dash of spice in the unexpected. Dont you agree?
Without haste, he held her chin and briefly but firmly kissed her. In a reflex action her fist came
up but he caught and held it grinned into her face. Tut-tut were sober co-guardians! he
admonished her.
But Lou hardly heard. She was breathing like someone old who has climbed a staircase. She
stepped back into the hut and slammed the door.
For a long moment she stood there in the dimness, one hand to her throat and the other
pressing against her throbbing temple. She felt sick and frightened; yet her pulses were
leaping unbearably. He wouldnt have kissed her if he hadnt wanted to. But wouldnt he? It
wasnt as if there had been any ... any affection in the kiss. He had merely been interested in
her reaction; perhaps he had half-hoped she would get really violentcertainly Ross Gilmore
was the sort of man who had to subdue his women.
She fumbled her way into her clothes, combed back her hair and rolled her swim-suit in the
towel. Then she stood irresolute with her hand on the door catch and her glance on the easy
chairs with their emerald cushions. She saw the low wicker table and an ashtray that held the
remains of two cigarettes, both of the brand Ross smoked. One of them was pink with lipstick.
Her head was pounding, but suddenly her brain went very clear. No doubt at all that Ross
had this place swept and dusted each day, which meant that the cigarettes had been
smoked here this morning. Hed already bathed once today ... with a companion who must
have been Paula. No doubt he made a habit of kissing the women he brought here!
Lous teeth became clamped, her chin went up. She opened the door and closed it behind
her, trod over sand and grass to where Keith was lying, and stirred him gently. She didnt look
at Ross when he came and picked up the drowsy child. Keith was put into the back seat of
the car, Lou took her place and they set off. As far as Lou was concerned there was no
conversation. She answered Ross in monosyllables, and when they arrived at the bungalow
she thanked him in three words.
Ill send down for you this evening, he said.

Im afraid I shant be able to come, she returned. I dont feel up to it.

Is that a genuine excuse or a feminine one?
I have a bad head and Im very tired. I certainly cant come.
After a short, watchful silence he said, Very well, little one, Ill take your word for it. Swallow
some aspirin and lie down. So long.
Lou led Keith into the house and busied herself with washing the sand from his skin.
Everything she did was domestic and soothing, but way down in her consciousness lay a
conviction that life had changed drastically for Lou Prentice. She would never feel normal
again.

CHAPTER FOUR
In time, the shattering moments of life invariably assume a kindly veil of unreality. Looking back,
one wonders if one could have been so shocked or hurt or even so bewildered as ones
reactions had suggested, and whatever the disturbance, it has a hardening effect on the will.
Never again, one says firmly; never again!
That was Lous decision, and she felt the calmer for it. She let the days slip by, saw Martin
Craddock and his sister a few times, met Ross casually either in the bungalow or elsewhere.
Peter Whyte, the A.D.C., lent her his small car, and she took Keith for short rides into the
mountains. She saw the green abundance of the mountainsides veined with silver streams,
and she found native footbridges and hidden mealie patches, thatched villages and the
Chekwe Mission.
There came an afternoon when, on her way back from a drive down the Zomba road she
sighted Ross Gilmores estate car pulling away from the Chekwe stores. He appeared to have
an elderly woman passenger, but he shot ahead too quickly for Lou to be able to see the
stranger clearly. Her hands tightened on the wheel but she drove on steadily and took the
turn to the plantation. As she passed the lane to the main house she looked along the
garden. There were no signs of life, but then it was not unusual for a house to look dead in the
middle of a grilling afternoon.
She went with Keith into the bungalow, thanked Ali for the tea he brought and turned over
the couple of letters which must have been sent down while she was out. One of them was
from her brother in answer to her own letter; she and John had grown up separately and
somehow they had never been able to bridge the gap of those early years.
The other letter Lou turned over once or twice before finding the right sort of courage to
open it. As she had guessed from the typed address, it was from Arnold Maskell. After a
preliminary enquiry about her health, which he seemed to have expected to deteriorate rapidly
in Africa, he said he had been scandalized by her sudden departure and was alarmed by the
few facts her letter had set out.
You cant possibly take on the guardianship of a child, Lou! Think of the future, when youre

much older and he is taken to be your own child and explanations sound a little far-fetched.
You may have guessed that I hope eventually to marry youyou must know it, even though
we have never discussed itbut how could we possibly marry with the shadow of this child so
close to us? Just think it over from my angle; dont be guided by the devotion you had for the
boys mother...
There was quite a lot of it, all in the same vein. Lou folded the letter and slipped it back into
the envelope; it seemed a ridiculous and stilted epistle. Arnold was pleasant and she had
always enjoyed havin g h im as an escort. She wouldnt have been normal if she hadnt
occasionally wondered whether he would ever ask her to marry him, and what she would reply.
But viewed subjectively, from the distance of several thousand miles, he was plainly a stuffed
shirt.
She slipped the letters into the desk drawer and went through to the kitchen to decide
what Keith would have for supper. The ice-cream needed a final whipping, but as she set it
back in the fridge she noticed that everything was bedewed. She called Daniel from his
quarters.
You havent filled the paraffin sump! she told him. The fridge is getting warm inside.
The black boy shrugged his shoulders. Ali not tell.
Well, Im telling you. It takes six hours to freeze, so we shant be able to use the ice-cream
this evening. Please do it at once.
Daniels English was scanty; it was impossible to disturb him. He shuffled away, and Lou
began to clean the paraffin unit herself, on a sheet of newspaper. Her hands were black and
greasy when someone entered the living-room and the familiar Anyone at home? not only
plucked at her heart but made her more cross. She wiped her hands hastily and ran through
to the living-room, almost butting into Ross as he came into the corridor.
He steadied her. Hey, what s the rush? Good lord, you smell like a hardware store. What
have you been doing?
Why dont you have civilized refrigerators in these parts?
Because if theyre attended to regularly, he said tersely, the paraffin type are more
reliable than electric ones. In summer storms the lighting plant might break down but our food
is always fresh! Something happened to your fridge?
The boy forgot to fill it. He said that Ali didnt tell him; its too bad. Keith loves ice-cream for
his supper.
Ill send some down. And dont glare at me as if Im at fault. Alis suddenly had to go off to
his family because someones sick.
Oh, Im sorry. It doesnt matter about the ice-cream. By now, they were back in the livingroom and Lou suddenly saw the woman who was seated near the window; a woman nearing
sixty, with fine clear features and well-kept grey hair that was tinged with blue. She wore a
tailored blue linen suit and slim white shoes, and she smiled at Lou with surprise and delight.
My word, you are young, I thought Ross was piling it on!
I never pile it on, he said. This is Lou Prentice, auntie dear. My Aunt Maud, Mrs. Acland.

The older woman held out a hand, but Lou gestured apologetically. Im all paraffin, Im afraid.
I do wish Id known you were comingbut Im awfully glad to meet you.
Ross said, Louise, go and wash your hands and come straight back.
Lous nerves tightened, but before she could answer Mrs. Acland said gently, Dont bridle
when Ross is highhanded; it can be wearing. I find it best to obey him when its no trouble and
save my ammunition for when it can do most good.
Lou smiled. I think you may be right.
Theres a smear on your cheek, Ross put in negligently. Then, as she turned to leave
them, Is that Peter Whytes ear outside?
Yes, he lent it to me.
While hes on tour? Where do you drive?
Around, she said vaguely.
What would you do if you had a flat tire or the engine stopped?
Id hope someone would turn up to help.
Very sensible, said Mrs. Acland firmly.
But Ross was not put off. Youre not to drive outside the Chekwe district and you must
stay on the main roads. Ill get someone to come down and look over the car before you use it
again.
Lou gave him a long, exasperated look and went out of the room. She washed, used a touch
of coral lipstick and went back to the living-room, to find Mrs. Acland there alone.
Ross has gone to look at your fridge, the older woman said. Come and sit near me. Her
birdlike eyes scanned the flushed cheeks. Youre pretty and you have an intelligent brow. Are
you frightened of Ross?
Did I look frightened of him?
No, you looked militant, but then a sort of defiance is often a mask for uncertainty and
apprehension. Did you know that he sent for me?
Lou shook her head. He did say that you come here in the dry season.
Its generally later than this. Ross asked me by cable to speed it up this year because hes
expecting a new manager and needs this bungalow. I actually arrived sooner than he thought,
so that this house should be free for the man almost at once. Tell me, how do you feel about
being responsible for little Keith?
Everyone asks that. I can only say that it seems natural that I should have charge of him.
It could change your whole life.
Its changed it already, but I dont mind because I love Keith.

Well, love is what he needs, of course. I dont suppose he receives much outward affection
from Rose. My nephew isnt the type to squander his emotions. Those are his wordsnot
mine!
Lou laughed a little. Ive been here three weeks, but thats quite long enough to be able to
recognize Mr. Gilmores turn of phrase. I suppose you couldnt persuade him to give me sole
possession of Keith?
Mrs. Acland surveyed her thoughtfully. What do you think?
I rather doubt it. But I really cant understand why hes so keen to cling to his rights. She
thought of Arnolds letter, and used one of its arguments. The woman he marries may not
want Keith at all, but the child is so young that he wont be happy unless hes loved. With me,
hell have everything he needs. Besides, Im his relative, and Ross isnt. As far as Im concerned
its like history repeating itself. After my parents died Dorothy looked after me; what more
natural than that I should take charge of Keith?
Mrs. Acland clasped her hands loosely in her lap; they were good hands and ringless except
for a thin gold band. I knew the Westons; they were a sterling couple and terribly fond of the
boy. Dorothy was sober-minded, and it was probably her idea that they should make you and
Ross joint guardians. The Wills, I believe, were made a couple of years ago, when you were too
young to think seriously about marriage, and when Ross was often heard to say that he
hadnt time for it. Its possible that if one of you had been married at that time, your cousin
would have appointed that one as sole guardian. As it was, she gave Keith two chances. The
proviso takes care of the rest.
But it doesnt help me at the moment Lou said frankly. I have six weeks longeronly five
weeks if you count travelling time and settling in England. I cant just throw away my job; its a
good one and I like it.
What does Ross say about that?
Lou sighed. He mocks. All any of the local men can advise is that I marry out here, and stay.
Well ... why not?
Lou stared at the older woman. I didnt expect to hear that from you.
But it would simplify everything tremendously! Surely youve thought about it?
Not seriously. I believe in falling in love.
Mrs. Acland twinkled. So do I. Why not fall in love with Martin Craddock?
Lou snapped her fingers. Just like that?
You could try. He s a fine solid man, has a high position and money. If he married you hed
be only too happy to accept Keith as a son and Im sure hed devote himself to making you
happy.
Even if I wanted to, I couldnt make him love me.
Fudge. This is Africa, where women are at a premium. A pretty girl could manage Martin s
slow-moving affections by crooking her little finger! Make the attempt, my dear. Hes worth it.

Lou was startled. Mrs. Acland looked modern and graceful, but it was difficult to reconcile her
advice with her age. She said slowly, You speak as if theres no such thing as real love
springing up between two people, whether they like it or not.
Of course there is, but a good many people are perfectly happy without it. Marriage, for a
girl in your situation... She broke off as Ross came into the room, and asked him brightly, Isnt
it time you told Lou why we came down here within an hour of my arrival?
No hurry for a few minutes. He leaned against the wall. Go on with what you were saying
as I came in.
What was I saying?
He glinted at her. You know well enough. Advice to the young, and all that. It was
interesting.
Mrs. Aclands bright eyes met his, disarmingly. Oh, yes. I was telling Lou that she should
marry Martin Craddock. He understands how shes placed, and hes the sort of man to be
grateful for having a woman in love with him. As District Commissioner hes highly successful,
but somehow hes missed the more human side of life, and I should say hes the kind to need
it.
Ross said, with sarcasm, Maudie, youre going maudlin. The mans old enough to be her
father. I have respect and admiration for Martin but I cant see him happily married to a couple
of children.
You neednt try, said Lou shortly.
I wont give up hope, stated Mrs. Acland cheerfully. Both Lou and the boy need someone
to look after them, and Martin would be ideal. With a wave of her hand she dismissed the
subject. Where is Keith now? I expect hes grown quite a bit since I last saw him.
Hes putting his things together in his room. Ross turned to glance at Lou, plunged his
hands deep into his pockets as he added casually, Youre moving out this evening, little one.
My new manager arrives tomorrow and as my aunt has managed to reach us in time we may
as well have things straight from the start. Greg Allwyn can come here to the bungalow. You
and Keith will have the rooms you had before, in my house.
Lous grey eyes widened. You mean ... we live with you?
Wait a minute, said Mrs. Acland. Do I hear correctly? Has Miss Prentice already stayed at
the house?
She spent a few hours in one of the rooms on her first night at Mulera, replied Ross. Make
what you like of it.
Dont snap, said his aunt. Knowing you, Im quite sure theres nothing at all to be made of
it. You dont philander on your own premises.
Yo u think your years make you wise, he cast at her. Then, with exasperation, This
meeting seems to be turning into a free-for-all. I didnt come here to argue.
No, dear, said Mrs. Acland, but you do seem to be in an argumentative mood. Dictatorial,

too. I think we should have invited Lou up to the house, not told her flatly that she has to go
there.
Im used to it. said Lou. Women and five-year-old boys have to be told, not asked.
Actually, it would be better if I took Keith to a hotel ... perhaps in Zomba.
Thats out of the question, said Ross brusquely. Keith stays at Mulera, so you must stay,
too. I got my aunt here so that we could all be under one roof to work things out.
I havent any choice then, have I?
Mrs. Acland said softly, You know, you re by no means ideal co-guardians. Ross is inflexible
and you, my dear, are surprisingly stubborn. What happens when you disagree purely about
the upbringing of the child?
Ross smiled, infuriatingly. We take turns at giving in.
Have you had your turn yet?
He laughed. "Dont worry it sweetie. The girl has a quick temper.
I hadnt before I came here, said Lou at once.
The climate, he told her, understandingly. Youll get accustomed to it. Will it take you long
to pack?
An hour or so.
Good. Ill come down later and have all the odds and ends that now belong to Keith put
together and stored. He paused and regarded both women with mocking expansiveness.
Lets welcome auntie with a drink, shall we?
Im afraid there isnt any, said Lou.
He lifted a dark eyebrow. Been tippling in secret? Thats bad. Never mind, well wait till this
evening, at the house. Want any help with packing, Louise?
No, thank you. May I offer you tea?
Weve had it, child. Ready, Maud?
Mrs. Acland stood up, and Lou saw that she was quite tall and very erect . The older woman
smiled at her, charmingly.
It will be pleasant for us up at the house, she said. Im hoping the domestic atmosphere
will prod Ross into marrying that very lovely creature whos been waiting for him to forget the
plantation for long enough to propose. You must help me!
Ross rested a slightly malicious glance upon Lous face. My aunt has marriage on the brain.
Its another of those things youll get used to. See you later, Louise.
Lou went down with them to the car. Keith came running out and renewed acquaintance
with Mrs. Acland. He waved vigorously as the car moved away, and turned excitedly to Lou.

Were going back to Uncle Ross! he sang out. Oh, boy, boy, boy.
Are you as glad as all that?
He lets me do as I like, so I neednt do any more lessons!
Youll certainly have lessons, said Lou flatly. At least two hours every morning.
Keith was dashed, but not for long. His sole regret was connected with leaving the sand-pit.
That evening Lou changed houses. Ross collected her and the child and took her to his
house with most of their belongings, and after arranging her own and Keiths clothes in
drawers and wardrobes and seeing Keith into bed, Lou spent a quiet evening with Mrs. Acland.
Ross, immaculate in white dinner jacket and sorting a cummerbund, went over to the District
Commissioners house for an evening of poker. What Paula Craddock did during an all-male
evening was not made clear.
Lou learned that Mrs. Acland had been a widow for many years, that she had been happiest
when she had kept house for Ross in Cambridge. Nowadays, she spent most of her time in a
London flat, but the couple of months in Nyasaland were the climax of each year.
She was an understanding woman and widely read; though she loved Ross more than
anyone else in the world, she was not blind to his drawbacks where women were concerned.
In her opinion he had one glaring faulthe never showed his true feelings.
Never, she emphasized, and he scoffs at people who do show them. Thats why youll
have to be very careful, my dear. If you cross him hell hurt you, but youll never know just how
you penetrated his armoror where. Hes a complex man.
Lou asked carefully, Do you think Miss Craddock understands him?
Bless you, yes. Shes made a study of Ross, and she certainly knows him better than
anyone else does. When Ross marries it will have to be a woman like Paula someone who
can match his type of wit and has similar tastes.
Mrs. Acland was probably right, thought Lou; she did not pursue the subject. Later, when she
went to bed, she found herself vaguely unhappy about living in Ross Gilmores house. Mrs.
Acland would act as a kind of buffer, of course, but proximity to him might prove more and
more exhausting.
Lou slept uneasily, yet when she awoke next morning and remembered where she was, her
heart gave a tremendous leap, and she smiled out of her window at a garden which smelled
dear and familiar. Absurd, of course; she couldn t possibly recall these particular scents. But
the morning was brilliant and promising.
She washed quickly, put on a pale blue and white check frock and went through to the
veranda, where Ross and the pyjama-clad Keith were breakfasting. Ross bowed
ceremoniously and pulled out a chair. Lou slipped down into it and thanked him, rested her
elbow on the table and gazed at the trees and the misted mountains with grey eyes and
glowed.
Mixed fruit? asked Ross.
Please, she said dreamily.

He helped her to it, placed the small glass dish containing guavas, chopped pineapple and
papaw in front of her. Keith spooned up cereal and stared.
Arent you going to grumble because Im not dressed? he queried.
Not this morning, Lou answered. But tomorrow you must wash and dress before you
come to breakfast, just as you have been doing.
I neednt, now Im back with Uncle Ross. He doesnt mind.
But I mind very much, Lou told him. You must do as I say.
Keith pouted. But I dont have to. Do I, Uncle Ross?
Ross, who had been looking as if he had no intention of entertaining the conflict, pushed
away his plate. You may as well grow up a little, he said. Big boys dont have breakfast in
their pyjamas.
Keith struggled with the extreme of sudden fury and the desire to please. You never used
to say that! Its because Lous here. I know it is.
Ross nodded calmly. Thats right, there are ladies in the house. Had enough to eat?
Yes! Keith quailed before the sharp, greenish glance, and added, Thank you.
Then you might go and dress now, Ross suggested. The child stalked off, looking, with the
pyjamas crumpled about his ankles, rather less grand than he hoped. Ross took some butter,
grinned at the small retreating back without speaking.
Thanks for the co-operation! said Lou.
Surprised?
A little. Grateful, anyway.
Perhaps its a good omen. Do you like our fruit?
I didnt at first, but it grows on one. She ate some papaw, nodded towards the mountains.
The bungalow has good views but they dont match this one. What made you choose
Nyasaland?
It chose me. There were forestry jobs here and I wanted the experience before launching
out into planting. I did travel through Central Africa to see if there were anywhere I might like
better, but I came back and bought Mulera. In scenery and fertility you cant beat this country.
It has grandeur, she said softly, and the growth is miraculous. I wonder if the Africans here
realize how lucky they are?
Mostly, they dont bother. A roof and enough to eat is all they need to make them happy.
The white man brought the products by which they livecoffee, tea, tobacco, rice and cotton;
theyve initiated nothing whatever themselves. Youve probably noticed that they give in to
the heat far quicker than we do.
Its a way of living, I suppose. Lou took a piece of toast and declined the bacon and

sausages which were keeping hot in an ingenious spirit oven which stood on a stool. I
sometimes think that if everyone worked only for his needs life would be extremely pleasant
and uncomplicated.
Weve developed too far, little one, said Ross lazily. Besides, ones needs are expanding
and changing all the time. Done much reading since youve been here?
Nothing serious. I didnt bring any books.
Ive quite a selection in my room. Ill look some out for you. Are you a television addict?
No. The set we have at school is communal and you cant choose your own programme
and manage to sit it right through. I do have a radio in my bedroom, though.
He looked both amused and thoughtful. You keep the school ever-present, dont you?
Cant you think of it in the past tense?
Its my living.
Ross got out cigarettes, offered them and pushed his cup across for more coffee. Ive been
meaning to talk to you about that, he said equably. Here at Mulera we have space and
heaps of surplus food. Theres no reason why you shouldnt stay indefinitely.
Oddly, Lou felt her heartbeats quicken. She shook her head. It wouldnt work. In any case, Id
have to go back and find a job some time.
If you discovered that work was essential, he said, carelessly, you could get a job here. I
know of several children who dont go to school simply because there isnt one.
In this district?
And elsewhere. The parents would build a small school with a boarding-house in a matter
of weeks if they could find someone to organize and run it. He shrugged. Its an idea.
She hesitated, looked at her fingers. Are you still determined to oppose my taking Keith to
England?
Im afraid so. A pause. Ive something to tell you, Louise. Ive written to your principal,
informing her that you have to resign.
Lous hand clenched spasmodically on the able and she went pale. Youv e what? After
that she was speechless for a moment. And then: How dared you do such a thing! Ill cancel
your letter at once!
Too late. I wrote only a couple of days after you arrived. Your admirable Miss Buckland has
replied by airmail, stating that she quite understands your position and accepts your
resignation. It seems she has a niece who will be glad of the experience.
Lous mouth was dry, but a sudden sweat dewed her skin. Ive never heard anything like it in
my life, she said hoarsely. Never!
But before she could say more he cut in smoothly, It had to happenyou must see that.
Youre too fond of Keith to leave him flat, and as it was his parents wish that he should grow
up here I cant let him go. Not that I want to. Someone had to act.

Without saying a word to me about it? Miss Buckland will think Im mad, to let someone else
write for me! Youve gone too far this time, Mr. Gilmore...
She stopped abruptly, gazed down myopically at a small dusty car which had swung round
the drive and stopped below the veranda. She saw a man with thick, sand-colored hair and
thin good looks, knew it was Greg Allwyn but was too incensed to bother.
But Ross had risen and gone down the steps. He shook hands with the other man and
indicated the veranda, and within a minute Gregg was there, looking down at Lou with polite
interest. He appeared different; clean and fit in khaki drill and every inch the keen new
manager.
Mr. Allwyn ... Miss Prentice, Ross said. Had breakfast Greg?
As a matter of fact I havent. Ive been staying with some friends in Dar-es-Salaam and Ive
driven all the way since nine last night. I stopped at the river for a clean-up this morning, but
my food was gone.
Plenty of sausages and bacon here. Help yourself. Ross seemed to have his tongue in his
cheek as he glanced at Lou. Mr. Allwyn is my new manager. And to Greg: Miss Prentice and I
are young Keith Westons guardians. We never have a dull moment.
Greg smiled, a more lively smile than the one Lou remembered. She met his glance and
looked away, saw that though she had dropped her hands to her lap they were still curled
tight. She could feel a tightness in her throat too, the constriction of anger against this man
who did just as he pleased about everything and everyone. She hadnt spoken a word of
greeting to Greg Allwyn but the fact had apparently passed unnoticed.
Ross was saying, We got your house cleared out last night, just in time. Miss Prentice was
down there with the boy, but my aunt arrived, so were all up here together for a while. He
rose. There were a couple of letters for you in my mail yesterday. Ill get them.
As he went into the house Greg gave Lou a half-wink and said softly, Thanks for taking me
in out of the rain; you saved my life. I kept my promise and saw a doctor. Im a hundred per
cent now.
Im glad. You look very fit.
And you look even more attractive than you did that night. Ive thought about you a lot.
Have you? She remembered something and said quickly, Mr. Allwyn...
But Ross was back, dropping two letters beside Greg Allwyns plate. He sat down and put
on another cigarette, and the houseboy brought fresh coffee which Ross must have ordered.
Lou poured, shakily, had the pot taken from her with a paternal smile. Something that she
could only think of as hate was welling up from her heart. The two men talked about coffee
trees and drying grounds, about copra plantations along the Tanganyika coast Ross said that
Greg could use the small lorry about the plantation, that an account in his name had already
been opened at the store. Greg finished his breakfast thanked them for waiting with him.
If I may, Ill get along to the bungalow and unpack, he said.
Ross concurred. Ill go ahead and show you the way. He turned to Lou. I wont be back till
one. You might tell my aunt Im bringing Martin and Paula for lunch.

Very well, she said stiffly.

Dont think too much, Louise, he advised her nonchalantly. It can be tiring and entirely
without profit. She stayed seated till they had gone. Ross went first in the estate wagon, and
Greg followed, looking back to wave as he took the bend in the drive.
Almost at once the houseboy came out to clear the table, and Lou got up and walked down
into the garden. For a few minutes she moved blindly across the grass and under the orange
and lemon trees. She was aware of white, heavily-scented blossom, of the lanes between the
fruit trees and of the hot blue sky, yet consciously, she thought only of the fact that she was
no longer a member of the kindergarten staff. She had been rendered homeless and jobless
by a few strokes of Ross Gilmores pen.
That was not how he regarded the matter, of course. He had seen her as a girl who needed
to have decisions made for her, a vacillating creature who ought to be grateful that he had
taken her in hand. But she wasnt grateful. She was angry and frightened. It was as though
she were being swept along on an irresistible tide.
Perhaps it was fortunate that Keith found her just then. Childlike, he had forgotten his
resentment at the breakfast table and was now occupied with his normal pursuits. Are we
staying with Uncle Ross for good? he asked.
For some weeks, darling.
May I have a sand-pit then?
I think so. But you must wait till Ali gets back before you mention it If you like, well have a
lesson while were walking this morning. Ill pull some leaves and well use them for arithmetic.
Is that sums?
Yes. Here we are. Take six leaves to begin with, and Ill have six...
The outdoor lesson was a success. When they entered the house an hour later Keith told
Mrs. Acland about it and the older womans smile at Lou was congratulatory. Those fine,
astonishingly youthful-looking hands were busy with embroidery, but Mrs. Acland s pointed
features were pallid.
I never go far during the first week or so at Mulera, she said. Im no longer young, so Im
compelled to rest while my system makes friends with the climate. I never do get up for
breakfast, by the way. You were about early, werent you?
Fairly, but Ross and Keith beat me to it . The new manager turned up. Lou passed on the
message about guests for lunch and added, I still have Peter Whytes car. Do you think it
would be all right for me to take Keith out for a picnic?
If you want to, yes. Mrs. Aclands bright eyes flickered thoughtfully and she murmured, Its
a very good idea. Im sure Ross sees too little of Paula, and if there are only the four of us I
shall be able to monopolize Martin. Her smile was almost impish. Ill tell him my opinion of you
and find out his. Will Martin be disappointed to find you absent?
Of course not.
Well, well see. Her expression held humor. You know, my dear, Id have given a great deal

to find you a little older and a good bit wiser about men. It would have been wonderful to see
you pushing through my nephews defences and making him uncomfortably aware of his own
needs. But Im afraid your effect on him isnt that kind at all. You rose only the protective
instinct.
Im sorry, said Lou, a little abruptly.
You mustnt mind my being outspoken, Mrs. Acland returned quickly. Youre a very sweet
girl, and as soon as Im used to the heat well get to know each other. Run along for your
sandwiches and drinks. I insist that you enjoy life here as much as possible.
Half an hour later, when she was driving along a by-lane towards the river, Lou
contemplated her future and found it depressing. She had no choice but to accept the step
Ross had taken, but the thought of remaining at Mulera in Rosss house was hardly to be
borne. It might be true that the few white settlers in the district would finance the building of a
small prep school and be happy to employ her, but Ross hadnt really meant her to take the
suggestion seriously; he had merely used it to lead up to his announcement that he had cut
off her retreat to England.
She stopped near the river and Keith chanted happily. He knew, without being told, that he
must not paddle. In fact, he offered his own version of the reason.
Theres snails so small that you cant even see them, he informed Lou. They dig into your
skin and leave germs there, and youre sick as anything for months.
Lou nodded. She had been lectured during her first days at the bungalow about bilharzia
and other risks. The water looked cool and inviting but it was too sluggish to be healthy. She
lay back in the grass and looked across at the opposite banks, where yellow acacias bloomed
and plumbago rioted with lantana in tangles of soft blue and orange. There were tall trees
behind the low ones, and against the sky she could see the gnarled bent limbs of a baobab.
The baobabs were monstrosities, she thought; except that they sent out a few leaves and
flowers every year they might be petrified growths of a primeval era. It was strange to think of
all the growth blossoming that went on year after ear, in secret.
I want to eat said Keith, and I cant wear this silly hatits too tight.
Is it? We must buy you a larger one. Start off with an egg sandwich while I open a bottle of
squash.
They ate a little and lazed. Lou related something from Hans Andersen which Keith
proceeded to lengthen with fantastic incidents about cowboys. He climbed a low tree and
grazed his knee in the descent, went drowsy in the shade and was persuaded back into the
car. It was after two when Lou set the car moving again. She felt better, but as she neared the
homestead her uneasiness returned. Yet there was no need for it; Mrs. Acland would probably
be resting and the house otherwise empty.
But as she turned into the drive she saw the estate car under a tree, and Paula and Martin,
with Ross in attendance, close to Martins big tourer. She stopped Peters car behind the
tourer, found her door opened and Ross standing there with a set look in his face that made
her knees weak.
Martin Craddock said pleasantly, We missed you, Lou. Too bad you promised Keith a picnic
before you knew we were coming.

Lou slanted a swift glance at Ross, said faintly, Yes, wasnt it? I suppose youre leaving
now?
Paula had not moved from the open door of the tourer, but her china-blue eyes rested
unsmilingly on Lous slightly flustered appearance. You must come over and see us again,
she said, acidly conventional. Tomorrow?
Thank you very much.
Make it mid-morning. Peter will be here by then, so you can return his car, and Ill drive you
home.
Lou murmured something.
Keith went indoors to rest in his room, the two Craddocks got into the car and Martin set it
in motion. Ross said something and lifted a hand, gravel spurted and the tourer disappeared.
Lou, heat and tension gripping her nerves, turned towards the steps. She found Ross beside
her, his hand tight about her elbow as he guided her into the living-room. He closed the door
behind them, strode across and closed the door to the corridor, and then stood still, staring at
her with a narrow-eyed intensity which held the ruthlessness of a surgeons probe.
Lou spoke first, her tones scratchy and nervous. I didnt just vanish. Your aunt thought it
would be all right for me to go.
Your clearing out just before lunch is the least of it, he said crisply. Im prepared for that
sort of thing from you. What I wasnt prepared for was blatant deceit! Dont pretend to wonder
what Im talking about. You know well enough!
You ... you might explain, just the same.
Explain! Explanations should come from you, surely? The words were sharp little flints.
You sat out there on the veranda this morning and greeted Greg Allwyn as if you d never
seen him before. It must have been a put-up job between you!
Well, is was out, and in a way Lou was relieved, though she flinched from the green fury in
his eyes. Have you spoken to Greg about it?
Not on your life! he flung at her. I either had to ignore it of kick him out at once. I decided
that for the present Id let him think hed got away with it. But you ... youre a different
proposition. His teeth snapped. Id have trusted you, Louise. There are things we dont agree
about but Id have said that however young and silly you may be, youre honest all through.
Which only shows how even someone as seasoned as I am can be deceived. He came the
day of the rain, didnt he?
She nodded, and swallowed. How did you find out?
Very easily. I noticed he was wearing a new type of watch and mentioned it . He said hed
lost his old one during the storm but didnt know where. The white edges of his teeth were
closed. But I know where. I still have the damned thing! You let me show it to you and you
didnt say a word.
She threw out a hand. You asked me if Id seen it before; I hadnt. He must have dropped it
as he came into the bungalow. If youd only...

Tell me what happened that day!

It ... it was nightalmost ten oclock when he arrived. He was unwell and thought the house
would be empty. I suppose he imagined a servant would let him in.
Was it after Id tried the doors?
She nodded, and moistened her lips. You see...
And you opened to someone? Why didnt you speak to him through a window and send
him away?
It didnt even occur to me. The rain was tumbling down and he must have waded through
mud for some time before he arrived. I opened the door, he spoke just like anyone you might
meet in England and I knew instinctively that he was a decent type.
That might be funny if one were in the mood for it, he said grimly. You asked him in, gave
him a drink ... maybe the whisky... he broke off. You even let me jest about that, yesterday!
he exclaimed. Whats wrong with me! Why couldnt you have come to me openly and said
that the man turned up and you let him dry out?
By now, Lous private feelings were mingling with her indignation. She flared. Greg Allwyn
knows you, and to some extent I know you, too. He needed rest and to recuperate, and when I
told him hed have to live here at the house with you he wasnt keen to do it while he was
seedy. He simply wasnt well enough to present himself for a new job.
The obvious procedure was to send the servant up here to me!
I wanted to, but Greg was muddy and went and unshaven. I suppose he thought a nights
rest and a thorough clean-up in the morning would have made him fit to meet you. I was a
complete surprise to him, and he had to alter his plans.
Because neither of you would approach me! You dried him out and sent him away to get
wet again, and all because... He stopped suddenly, then asked with dangerous quietness.
You did send him away, I suppose?
Drowningly, Lou cast about for something her mind could clutch and found nothing.
Despairingly, she said, Please try to understand. Greg had been ill, and he didnt want you to
see him as he was. Hed hoped to crawl into the house and perhaps be ready to meet you
some time next day. I spoiled the hope for him, and the least I could do...
Yes? he prompted her, in metallic tones.
I shut him in the living-room, locked him away from the house and told him to rest there. He
left at about dawn next morning; when I got up he was gone.
Thats fine, said Ross. Just fine!
What else could I do?
You could have sent for me!
Greg wouldnt have it.

His smile was tight and vicious. I notice its Greg all the time. You got really friendly that
night, didnt you? And youre the person who has charge of a five-year-old!
Lous eyes blazed at him. Youre implying beastly things! There was a night when I had to
stay here in this house, but there was nothing wrong in that, because you were the man, and
you have little interest in women.
Thats right!
Greg was ill, I tell you.
He looks surprisingly well to me, and hes told me that he had only a very mild attack of
fever early in the month. If he was sick there was all the more reason to get in touch with me.
You must have known that.
Taut-voiced, she said, Well, he just wasnt that ill, I suppose. But I was sorry for him.
So when he suggested staying the night you gave in.
No, Mr. Gilmore! I was the one who suggested he should stay in the house. Greg would
have spent the night with the junk in the garage but I wouldnt consent to it. She paused to
take a deep breath, swallowed again. And Ill tell you something. If I were again faced with the
same situation Id act as I did then.
And youd also do your best to keep it from me, I take it!
Yes, I would! Youre the most domineering, sarcastic brute Ive ever met, and I cant imagine
any set of circumstances in which Id come to youfor myself or for anyone else!
There was a silence during which grey eyes clashed with greenish brown ones. Lou was rigid
against the edge of the table, and she couldnt remember moving towards it. Ross stood
there, aloof and icy, his square-hewn jaw and crisp dark hair outlined against the white wall.
Then, without another word, he went out and down the steps. Lou heard the estate car
speed round the drive much faster than it normally did and accelerate out on the track. Her
limbs relaxed, but her throat was hot and painful and her eyelids stung. She hadnt shed a
tear, but she felt as exhausted as if she had been weeping for hours.

CHAPTER FIVE
The next few days were surprisingly tranquil. Lou summoned all her courage for the midmorning visit to the District Commissioners house, and considered herself lucky to find both
Martin and Peter Whyte there. Paula was sophisticated and smiling, and during a few
moments alone with Lou she took care to mention that she and Ross would be going down to
Zomba for a long weekend. As she spoke there was a hint of cruelty about the self-indulgent
mouth, but Lou did not try to analyze its cause; she knew instinctively that her transfer from
the managers house to that of Ross Gilmore was unpopular with Paula. She was also
beginning to realize that Paula saw everyone connected in any way with Ross as a rival;
underneath a mask of charm the woman even disliked Mrs. Acland.

In the house, Lou was self-effacing. She helped the boy in the bedrooms, till Ali returned to
his work and refused to allow it. She sat with Mrs. Acland, took Keith for walks and gave him
his lessons, had breakfast alone after Ross had left the house and often took her own and
Keiths lunch into the log sun-house in the garden. She couldnt avoid meeting Ross at dinner
most evenings, but Mrs. Acland was always there, and often someone else had been invited.
For quite four days she and Ross did not address each other except when it was necessary.
He was arrogant and withdrawn, but occasionally she felt him watching her speculatively.
Then came Saturday. At about eleven, Ross backed the big gleaming roadster from the
garage and loaded a suitcase into the boot. Mrs. Acland, on hardly better terms with the heat
than she had been when she arrived, called down to him from her seat beside Lou in the
veranda.
Did you remember the present Ross?
I packed it. he answered. You ought to be going with us, Maud.
Yes, I like weddings, she admitted. But Im hoping the next one Ill attend will be yours. Did
Paula say she was to be a bridesmaid at this wedding in Zomba?
He nodded, his expression sardonic. But Im not best man, so dont expect an
announcement when we get back on Monday. You work at it too hard, Maudie.
He drove off, his head lifted towards them momentarily as he passed through the gateway.
Mrs. Acland sprinkled talc over her hands and took up her embroidery.
It must be trying to get married in this climate, she commented, but then the young dont
suffer much from heat and humidity, do they? When did you last attend a wedding, Lou?
Lou answered softly, It was Dorothy Westons, when I was sixteen. I was her only
bridesmaid.
And too young to attract the best man?
He was married, but I was partnered by his young cousin. The young cousin was Arnold
Maskell, who now thought she should back out of her guardianship of Keith. My brother was
married at his wifes home .in the north of England and I wasnt able to be there.
Havent any of your girl-friends married?
I dont know. Living at the school, I was cut off from them. My colleagues were older.
How did you spend your leisure hours?
Lou considered this. I didnt have many, except on Sundays, and even then I had to take my
turn at marching the few boarders to church. In the winter I used to manage to attend a play or
a concert about once a month, and in the summer there were tennis and swimming. I kept up
with a few family friends, but I really hadnt much time for them. Life was amazingly full.
And now? queried Mrs. Acland in her kindly tones.
Lou picked up the sock she was knitting. At the bungalow I was always busy. Theres not so
much to do here.

What would you like to do?

Lou hesitated. Some serious reading. And just occasionally Id like to be able to forget why
Im here, though I dont think thats possible while I live at Mulera. Ross resents me too much.
Mrs. Acland looked up from her work, a little startled. Do you really feel that?
She hadnt protested that there was no need to feel it, Lou noticed; only voiced the stark
question. To me its obvious, she answered, and I suppose I resent him, too. He doesnt have
any feelings himself and doesnt care whether other people have them or not. I shouldnt really
speak to you like this, Mrs. Acland, but you did ask.
My dear, I like your frankness. Life can be so difficult if you keep everything to yourself, and
besides, I may be able to help in some way. You know, it s occurred to me that two women or
two men would have made friendlier co-guardians than one of each sex. A man like Ross has
to conquer a woman, and that sort of compulsion destroys the calm find serenity of ordinary
friendship. Im awful afraid, she ended regretfully, that one of you will have to give up Keith
quite soon.
Patently, she didnt think it would be Ross. Lou knitted and the silence grew, a little obvious
at first and then companionable. Mrs. Acland was an ideal partner in quietude.
Just before one oclock Keith staggered along the veranda looking hot and dishevelled. He
showed reddened hands with pride.
Ali showed me and a toto how to dig a sand-pit, he explained. I worked and worked.
And youve done more than enough, said Lou flatly. I thought you were only watching.
Keith sighed. Uncle Ross said I must use a trowel and do some of the digging. He said I must
enjoy things I do for myselfnot always have fun with... He cast about in his memory. Uncle
Ross said I mustnt sit and let others make my fun.
On the other hand, said Lou, you dont want to be too stiff and tired to play in the pit when
its finished. After lunch youre going straight to bed till four.
Keith sauntered away to wash, came back to look with disfavor on the salad of tomatoes,
carrots, beans and sliced eggs which Ali was serving on the wicker table.
The child was in bed and Lou had changed into a green and white glazed cotton when Greg
Allwyns small car stopped at the foot of the steps. The good-looking Greg came up into the
porch with loose-jointed ease and half-bowed to the two women. He looked relaxed and
brown and rather experienced, but was as slim as ever.
Mrs. Acland greeted him warmly. Its Saturday for you too, of course. Have you met many
people in Chekwe?
A few, some of them very pleasant. He looked at Lous bent head. I have an invitation to
spend the afternoon and evening at a house party, and I wondered if Miss Prentice would take
pity on me and go along?
Lou looked up. You dont appear to be in need of pity, my friend.
But I am. I shant know a soul except the chap who invited me, and he said that Id be more

welcome if I could bring a woman. I told him, cautiously, that I might, and he was enthusiastic.
Mrs. Acland nodded. Theyre like that out here; the men see too much of one another. Go
with him, Lou. You were saying youd like to forget why youre here, and heres your chance!
But I cant leave Keith for the rest of the day.
Nonsense! Hes used to his own company, and Ali and I will be here. He goes to bed at sixthirty, so well only have to watch him for a couple of hours or so. Do go Lou.
Lou meditated. Are you quite sure you dont mind being left alone?
Absolutely. I shall indulge myself and have supper in bed. She gave Greg a long inquisitive
stare, and remarked, Hes nearer your age than Martin Craddock. Why arent you married, Mr.
Allwyn?
Greg laughed. Two or three reasons, but chiefly because I havent met the right girlbefore
coming to Mulera, that is.
Ah, I like that qualification. Well, go along, you two, and have a happy time!
Lou and Greg Allwyn were speeding along the track towards the main road before either
spoke. But both were smiling, and Lou was conscious of a sensation she hadnt known before
at Mulera. So this was freedom! She drew a deep breath and turned towards Greg.
I like surprises. Thank you.
He met her glance for a second. I knew Ross Gilmore was out of the way and took a
chance. Ive been hoping to nm into you all the week.
Lou smiled and made no comment. She looked out at the coffee trees and at the low
mountain they were approaching. The afternoon sun cast angular shadows in the folds of the
hills and gilded the eminences. The dark-leaved coffee trees looked varnished and static.
Greg said, Youre not too jolly at the homestead, are you?
Myself? Im as happy as one can be, in the circumstances. Im growing fond of Mrs. Acland.
Shes rather one-track, isnt she?
Lou nodded. But shes nice with it. It must be wonderful to know exactly what one wants for
other people, and to help them to get it.
He grinned. What does she want for Ross Gilmore the blonde Paula?
Lou looked at him quickly. Youve learned a good deal rather soon. Who told you?
Martin Craddock, as a matter of fact Hes very keen for the marriage.
Lou recalled that Martin had also mentioned it to her at their first meeting. Youre a man,
she said. Whats the normal male reaction to Paula Craddock?
He was still smiling but looked wary. My reaction wasnt exactly normal. Id already met you.
Im serious, she said.

Im serious, she said.

So am I. If Id met Paula first she might have rocked me back on my heels. As things were, I
merely reflected that she was some looker and left it at that.
After a moment, Lou said, Ah, well, they say you get the partner you deserve in life. Though
frankly, I dont believe it. She waved at the hills. Do people live up there?
He nodded. But I thought we wouldnt go straight to the house party. In fact, we neednt
turn up there till cocktail time. How about having tea at the Vima Hotel, near the Lake?
Sounds lovely. Tell me about yourself, Greg.
He did, in a drawl which might have been calculated to hide a few facts. His parents had
parted when he was fourteen and he had remained with his mother till she married again, just
after his twenty-first birthday. After that he had tried to settle into a job but finally decided he
could do it better abroad. So he had come to Nyasaland and stayed here.
They were coming down towards one of the bays. The road wound between rocky hills
which gave way to groups of eucalyptus which must have been planted by man at some time.
Then came scrub-covered dunes, the inevitable tall palms and the stretch of pale gold beach.
The Lake was a vivid blue-green, and a couple of lake-side dug-out canoes, each manned by
eight Africans, were skimming gently between the reeds near the shore.
The waters calm todaynot even a mild swell, Lou commented. It must be the beaches
that make the Lake look so much like the sea.
We get hefty waves occasionally, said Greg, as he pulled in under a tree. In stormy
weather the Lakes treacherous. Wait till we have a real wind.
How long shall I have to wait? she asked lightly, as she sat forward to watch the tiny
waves.
We dont get many during the dry season, but just as its ending the elements get really
tough with each other. Any time of the year you ll see rollers and plenty of foam. Lower down,
where its rocky, the spray is flung twenty feet into the air and the storms are quite a
spectacle.
Lou imagined them. The real glory of the Lake, of course, is the mountains towering in every
direction. Ross once said... she broke off.
Well, what did he say?
It was nothing. We were talking about the mountains and he said that one day hed show
me a sunrise. He said you go out in the early morning darkness and find a spot that faces east
across the Lake. Then the sun comes up behind the mountains and the Lake turns from opal
to silver and the water goes through every shade of blue there is.
Youd like to see that?
Its something you miss unless you make the effort. But Ross mentioned it in the early days.
Were not friendly now.
Greg leaned on the wheel and gazed at her. Good lord. How do you get along in the house,
then?

We dont see a lot of each other, Lou answered offhandedly.

What does Mrs. Acland say about it?
Shes either blind to it or it strikes her as natural. Again Lou sought a new topic. Are you
sure it will be all right if we arrive late at this house party?
Greg leaned back. Im too nosey, arent I? Thats the devil of it. Ive never cared about a girls
background before in my life. You certainly did something to me that night you took pity on
me.
Dont be absurd. I seemed extra kind because you were low in health and spirit; anyone who
helped you then would have earned your gratitude.
It isnt gratitude, Im afraid. But leave it for now. He pushed the starter. Lets find the hotel
and have tea. They skirted the Lake till another mountain loomed, drove about a mile up a
steep gradient and came to a long building that sat in the sun and looked down over a slope
of grass and boulders to an expanse of the Lake. They had tea on the grass under a flame
tree, listened to the lazy drone of insects, the washing of the water over stones, the distant
hum of a steamer. The hotel slept; had not some of the balcony rails been festooned with
bathing gear one might have assumed it was empty.
Soon after five they took to the road again, found a lane which led to the white thatched
dwelling of the couple who were giving the party. They were welcomed and given drinks,
drawn into a circle of government officials and settlers.
When Lou parted from Greg that night, at about eleven-thirty, she told him, truthfully, that
the day had been one of her best since coming to Mulera.
Its been my best in years, he replied, and I think wed better repeat the medicine fairly
often. How about doing that early morning trip with me tomorrow?
You mean to watch the sunrise? Sternly, Lou ignored the hollow regret that Ross had
never invited her to do it with him. She shook her head. I shant want to get up early
tomorrow. Perhaps some other day, Greg.
Ill keep you to that. He leaned forward and touched his lips to her cheek, did it as carefully
as if he were well aware that with such as Lou one trod gently. Some day Ill kiss you properly,
he said. Goodnight, Lou.
She answered him and went quietly into the house.
A few days later, as she was helping Ali to set the table for lunch, Lou heard a car on the
drive. Nothing unusual in that; in fact, her nerves tightened against Ross appearing in the
doorway and her chin tilted defensively as steps became audible in the veranda. But it
sounded as if there were two people, and Lou relaxed slightly.
Then a womans rather smoky voice said, Ten shillings? No, you neednt wait.
The main door stood opened, and beyond the wire fly-screen stood a woman in dark blue
linen with white at the throat. A navy straw cap hid most of her hair, which was red-brown and
lack-lustre, and she carried a furled sunshade. She looked like someone who had just returned
from shopping in a tropical town. Behind her, an ancient car rattled away.

Ali sprang forward and pushed open the wire screen. The woman smiled automatically and
came into the room, stood there looking about her. She was tallish and painfully thin, though
she looked physically strong. Her features would have been pretty on a twenty-year-old, but
at thirty or more the attractions of a pert nose and a girlish mouth are definitely on the wane.
Yet there were potential good looks and grace on her features, and her smile, though
perfunctory and conventional, stirred memories.
Lou said suddenly, Youre Dicks sister, arent you! Elinor Weston?
The other lifted thin brown eyebrows. How sweet to be known. Im afraid I cant return the
compliment.
Im Lou PrenticeDorothys cousin. I was very young when you left England, so you wont
remember me.
Elinor Weston shook her head. No, I dont but I know your name, of course. You are one of
the childs guardians. She turned to Ali with the aplomb of a woman who has lived for a long
time among the dark servants.
You can leave my suitcase over there against the wall. Bring me some ice water, will you?
I should have offered you something, said Lou hastily. Youve come in time to have lunch
with us, anyway. Really ... youre a great surprise.
Yes, I suppose I am. She dropped her sunshade on to a chair, pulled off the straw hat and
tossed it on to a side table. I came as far as I could by rail, then got a lift to Chekwe with an
education officer and his wife. From there, I managed to hire a sort of taxi. She sand down on
to a dining-chair, took a glass of ice water from the servant and once more cast a glance
about the modern, comfortably furnished room. This place belongs to the other guardian,
doesnt it?
As if it were a cue, Ross strode into the room from the porch. He stopped and stared for a
second, summoned the charming smile and indicated to Lou with a glance that she had better
effect an introduction.
A little bewildered, Lou said, This is Mr. Gilmore. Ross, Miss Weston has just arrived. Dick
was her brother.
Ross, of course, took it in at once. He bowed and said suavely, How do you do, Miss
Weston. Keith will be overjoyed to meet his aunt.
So youre the two guardians, stated Miss Weston. She sipped, and looked from one to the
other with slanting brown eyes. Are you both unmarried?
Yes, said Lou quickly.
Are you going to marry each other?
No!
Ross shrugged, but his eyes were keen as he asked, Does it matter? Keith will be well
looked after while he needs it.
She drained the glass, clinked together the remains of the dissolving ice cubes. Im not very

welcome, am I?
Of course youre welcome, said Ross, more roughly than was his habit. When youve met
Keith and had some lunch well all be friendly. Like a strong drink?
Her eyelids flickered and she drew in her lip. No, thank you. I dont take it these days. Im ...
Im sorry if I was a little abrupt. I hadnt enough cash to travel by air, so it s taken me weeks to
get here from the East Arriving and finding you both here is something of an anti-climax for
me. You must forgive me if I dont appear very bright.
Ross shot a swift look at Lou. Then he half-bowed to the visitor. Take your time, Miss
Weston. Excuse me while I have a wash. Ill find Keith and send him to you.
Unnecessarily, Lou straight ened the cutlery on the table. Ali had already set the fifth place
and somehow managed to keep the table from looking crowded, but she felt the small bowl of
gardenia buds would be safer elsewhere. She moved it to the side table, glanced involuntarily
at the woman who sat there watching her movements.
I suppose youve been in touch with the solicitor? she asked conversationally.
Elinor Weston nodded. I saw him in Zomba this morning, but he hadnt much to tell
couldnt help me at all
Did you need something from him?
The other woman ran long pale fingers through hair which had once been rich and abundant
was this faded cap of hair the result of an illness or of long years in the tropics? Lou
wondered.
I needed some information, Miss Weston answered. I came a long way for it.
You said the Far East.
A nod. I was managing a small hotel in Hong Kong.
Lights came into Lous eyes. Really? Youve been travelling for a good many years, havent
you?
And always working where I could live in, came the dull-toned reply. Its the only way when
youre a woman alone. Have you a cigarette?
Hastily, Lou supplied a box and struck a match. As she held the flame to the cigarette tip she
saw a close-up of the womans face; it was dry and crinkling faintly and her eyelids were a drab
brown. Yet somehow, Lou was certain Elinor Weston could be no more than thirty-two. It
seemed incredible that so much could happen to a face in eight or ten years.
She said brightly, You must have had a fascinating life.
Yes, fascinating. The echo was flat with disillusionment, but Elinor looked up and scanned
Lous features. Are you shy?
Sometimes.
Would you like to be certain of self-assurance in the future?

I think so. It would certainly be a help!

Then fall in love and stay there. Theres nothing like a happy love match to give a woman
self-assurance. I know what Im talking about, because its the one thing Ive missed.
How did one answer this kind of statement, Lou queried in her mind. But she was spared the
problem, for Keith lounged in, wearing his hands in his pockets in the best Uncle Ross style.
He looked at Elinor with mild curiosity. Are you my aunt?
Elinor had gone pale, but she made no movement towards him.
Yes, she said. Auntie Elinor. Have you heard about me?
I dont remember. Have you come from England?
I did once. Is that where you want to go?
He shook his head. I want to stay here with Uncle Ross and Lou. Are you going to stay?
Ross came in, negligently. Your aunt can stay as long as she likes. Ill sleep on the veranda
and she can have my room.
I want to sleep on the verandah! exclaimed Keith.
All right, you may try it with me. But Ill kick you indoors if you snore.
Keith giggled. Ill take my gun with me in case a lion comes in the night. Bang, bang, he
ended blithely and, quite unperturbed by the strangers arrival, he went over to examine the
luncheon table.
Mrs. Acland came in and was introduced to Miss Weston. Patently, the older woman
considered the newcomer merely a visitor who held no threat to herself or to anyone she cared
for. In any case, Aunt Maud was still to some extent a victim of the climate; she had no urge for
excitement or uncertainty.
But Lou remained uneasy. She watched Elinor pick at pressed tongue and salad, refuse
everything else but coffee and put on another cigarette. And she was aware of Ross exerting
himself just a little, to charm Miss Weston into a confiding mood. He only used his charm when
he wanted something, thought Lou unjustly.
The meal ended and Mrs. Acland went off to rest, taking Keith with her. Ross indicated near
the french door and saw the two women seated. He lit still another cigarette for Elinor Weston,
and this time Lou also accepted one.
He snapped off the lighter, blew smoke. Youll like it here, M is s Weston, he said
conversationally. Itll be restful after Hong Kong.
Elinor nodded. Ive been thinking that, but I doubt if Ill be able to stay long in Nyasaland. Im
afraid I spend as I go.
Well be happy to have you as a guest for as long as you like.
She glanced at him obliquely. Did my brother own a house?

No. He lived on this property.

But ... but he wasnt badly off? Neither he nor Dorothy were wasteful.
Actually, he left money and goods worth about three thousand. We cashed nearly
everything and had it invested in Keiths name.
And you draw on it for the childs expenses?
Ross tapped away ash and said carelessly, As a matter of fact, we dont. He lives here and
his needs are few. Were hoping to present him with the three thousand plus accrued interest
when hes eighteen or twenty-one.
You mean youll bring him up at your own expenseyou and Lou Prentice?
Before Lou could speak, Ross said suavely, Financially, Louise isnt committed. Dick worked
for me and its right that I should do all I can for his son.
Elinor Weston inspected the tip of her cigarette, and the darkish eyelids made her look older
and rather hopeless when they were lowered. She looked up, briefly at Lou and then for some
seconds at Ross.
Badly she said, I came here to beg you to let me have Keith. I havent anyone elsehes my
next of kin and I do have a sort of right to him. I couldnt afford to give him as much as you can,
but I bear the same name and Im related. Ive been hoping youd give him up without
argument. I want him very much.
Ross shot a silencing look at Lou, took a pull at his cigarette and asked evenly, How long is it
since you last saw your brother, Miss Weston?
She shrugged. Eight years, but we corresponded.
Did you? All we found was a postcard sent to Dick six months ago.
That was how we kept in touch. He wrote me quite long letters. I still have several of them.
She squashed out her cigarette and sat back with her head against the chair. I suppose
youve heard that I was a little wild when I was young?
Yes, but so was I, said Ross.
I dont somehow think youd have done what I did. It wasnt nice ... but Ive paid for it. Now, Im
beginning to feel I need an anchor, I used to tell myself that Id come here to Dick and make my
home somewhere near him. I might have run farm accounts, perhaps I could have belatedly
started some kind of social life. The way things are now, that s out of the question. But theres
still Keith. I do need someone I can lose myself in. Just faintly her voice trembled. Surely you
realize I have first claim on him?
Before Ross could stop her, Lou said impulsively, You do have a claim, of course. Im certain
that if Dick and Dorothy had known you were willing theyd have named you as a guardian ...
but not the sole guardian.
True enough, admitted Elinor. I havent shown much stability and Dick had all the integrity
that could be expected of any man.

Surprisingly, Ross stood up. He flicked his cigarette into the garden and said pleasantly, We
can discuss this at our leisure, some other time. I suggest you have a restful afternoon, Miss
Weston, and give up thinking about it for a while. Im afraid I have to get back to the sheds;
were making some alternations. Excuse me?
Resolutely, Lou kept her glance averted from his, thereby refusing to receive his warning. She
would talk to Elinor Weston how she pleased! But Ross held a small card in his sleeve.
I brought some mail for you and left it in the car. You might come along and get it, Louise.
She had no choice. Elinor Weston reached for the box of cigarettes in her bag, and after a
seconds hesitation Lou walked out with Ross into the veranda and down the steps to where
the car was parked in the shade of a tree. He stopped with a hand on the door, took a letter
from his pocket
What do you know, he said politely. I had your mail on me all the time.
She looked briefly at the writing, lifted her gaze to his. What are you going to do about
Dicks sister?
Nothing at all, for a few days. And advise you to be cautious. She has a queer look, and I
wouldnt trust her.
Thats horrid. Id say shes had a beastly time since she left England.
Apparently she begged for it little one. On the whole, you do get what you ask for in this life.
Do me a favordont talk about Keith with her when Im not there.
How can I refuse, if she wants to talk about him?
His eyes narrowed, took a merciless slant. Youre pretty good at skating over thin ice with
me; try it with Elinor Weston. He nodded down at the letter in her hand. Mans writing. I
expect hes getting impatient.
Perhaps it was Elinors unexpected arrival and the complications it presented which made
Lou unwary. You mean Arnold? she said. And then colored hotly.
Is that his name? Does he want to marry you?
Embarrassment made her defiant. As a matter of fact he does!
That makes two of them, doesnt it? he said casually. Is he anything like Greg?
Nothing at all!
All right, all right, theres no need to snap. By the way, I wouldnt encourage Greg too much if
I were you. Unless, with a tight anile, youre falling for the man. A pause. Could that be
happening?
It could, but it isnt!
But you do like him, he supplied, just as you like Martin Craddock and one or two others.
You seem to be one of these people who have an infinite capacity for friendship.

Theres nothing to sneer at in that, she returned quickly. Its much pleasanter to like
people than to be conscious only of their faults!
But at your age, he suggested with a trace of sharpness, you should have learned
discrimination. Greg knows forestry and the country but hes sick to death of himself. You
wouldnt see that but its true. He kids himself that you dont see him as a philandering type
gone a little acid. He thinks you see him as the man hed like to be.
Thats not a bad thing, surely?
For him, or for you?
She sighed vexedly. You and I dont even talk the same language. Its too bad that we
should be thrown together like this.
He studied her. Do you hate living in my house?
Lets say Id much rather live elsewhere. She looked down at the letter which was crumpled
between her fingers. Will you think over something if I ask you to?
I might, was his guarded reply.
Well, will you consider letting me go with Elinor Weston and Keith to Zomba, for just a week
or two? Dont answer now, hastily. Think it over and let me know.
His lip drew in; he opened the car door. Very well, young Louise, Ill think it over. Go indoors
and rest. See you later.
He was a master of honeyed but abrupt dismissal, she reflected despondently as she
returned to the living-room. Others seemed not to mind it but she, Lou Prentice, was finding it
more and more difficult to take. From the depths of her heart she hoped he would consent to
her taking Keith for a short break to Zomba.
Elinor Weston had not shifted from her position. Lying there, with her eyes half-closed, she
looked almost frail, and as Lou examined the womans profile and saw the one or two grey
hairs among the reddish strands at her temple, she knew a flash of pity. Elinor must have been
a ravishingly pretty girl, but somehow she had wasted her prettiness and youth and now she
was old at just over thirty, alone and, unwanted.
The woman lifted those dark heavy lids and Lous heart turned. Elinor Westons eyes were
deep and liquid, they seemed to be all pupil.
If youd like to lie down, Lou said swiftly, you may use my room. Id like you to.
The older woman shook her head. Im used to heat. Sit down, Lou. Ive been remembering.
You lost your parents when you were young, didnt you?
Yes, and then I lived with Dorothys people.
Do you remember anything about me?
Vaguely. Dorothy used to wish youd come home.
Elinor moistened lips which had lost most of their lipstick. My family wouldnt have it. Dick

might have, but the othersMother and Father, the aunt and uncle, never wanted to see me
again. I was twenty-four, and they hoofed me out as the Victorians used to expel a son when
he disgraced himself. I got a job in Italy, and then in Aden. Then I went to Singapore. She gave
a short unhappy laugh. I almost got married in Singapore, but I decided to be honest. I told the
man why I left England and he was shocked to the core. After that , with a gesture, I took
care never to get close enough to a man for even a goodnight kiss.
Was it long agoyour love affair?
About ten months.
And it was ... very real?
Very real, came the answer in flat dry tones. I left Singapore at once, tried a job in a
shipping agency in Penang before ending up as manageress of a tiny hotel in Hong Kong.
Been around, you see.
But you never have been happy about it?
Im afraid not, though Ive learned a great dealchiefly that love is a terrible risk.
Yet almost the first thing you told me was that a love affair gives a woman self-assurance.
So it doesso long as you dont get too involved ... or so long as youre involved only in
young love and a tender marriage. She changed the topic. Keith seems a nice child. Do you
have any difficulties over him with Mr. Gilmore?
A few. Ross doesn t believe in gentle reprimand and he scoffs at child psychology. We dont
clash in front of Keith.
There was a silence. Then Elinor said, You know, on the way here I was determined not to
think too closely about anything. At the back of my mind though, there was the hope that no
one here would know much about me, but the first person I met here at Mulera happened to
be you, so once again I have to be fairly honest and perhaps lose something I need. So if I
seem to dislike you rather as time goes by, youll know why.
But theres no need for dislike! Lou exclaimed. I do understand how youre placed, and I
want to do the right thing, both for you and for Keith.
Elinors peculiar brown eyes had ived over. Why should you do anything for me? All you
know about me is bad.
I know nothingonly what youve told me yourself. I think you must be tired out with living in
the East, and that...
Elinors brief laugh was discordant. You and Ross Gilmore are against meI felt it. You think
I want custody of Keith because of his money, but that s not true. I couldnt afford to keep
Keith myself, but I could take care of him far better than you two people who are enemies!
Enemies! Lou echoed blankly.
Elinors expression was knowledgeable. The man considers you a nuisance, and youre
aware of it, and resent it I dont blame youbut as the childs guardians you two are
thoroughly incompatible.

Lou shivered. It was like having ones heart drawn out and examined. She turned to the door
and would have gone to her room had not a car drawn up beyond the screen door and Martin
Craddock came striding up the steps.
She crossed to open the screen, smiled automatically at the big placid man whose smile
asked if he might come in. She stood aside so that he could enter, made the introduction.
Martin gave his usual courteous greeting, added, You must come over and have tea with
my sister and me, Miss Weston. Were always glad to have a guest.
Are you? said Elinor in hard tones. I cant imagine myself having anything in common with
a government officer.
Martin parried the slight rudeness. Then perhaps youre in for a surprise. He turned to Lou,
took a small bottle from his pocket. I called in to give Mrs. Acland this pick-me-up. Tell her I
had it freshly dispensed this morning. The instructions are on the label.
Elinor tilted a small malicious smile at him, stretched her legs so that she looked thin and
feline in the chair. Ive met your sort before, she said. You run everything and everyone
according to the book of rules and are looked up to like a patriarch. The Bwana D.C.
Lou wished the woman would curb her bitter tongue, but Martin was not in the least put out.
He was still smiling in his solid English fashion when he replied,
The duty of a D.C. is to develop a personal interest in everybody in his province. To me, it s
no longer a duty; its part of my life, and I like people of all kinds. He picked up the bottle he
had set on the table, shook it meditatively and put it down again. Thats an awfully big chip
you have on your shoulder, Miss Weston.
But all mine own, and were the best of friends. Ive never been safe, as you are.
Then you must stay with us and taste safety for a while, he suggested. Were not so bad
when you get to know us. He gave Lou an elder-brotherly smile. Bring Miss Weston over
some time soon. And give Mrs. Acland my regards, will you?
He was gone, and Lou was left with the thin, fading Elinor. She took the bottle and moved
once more towards the corridor. If you want anything, just ring the bell.
But Elinor held up a tropically yellow hand. I think youd better know at once that I cant
remain in Mulera for more than a few days. I might have tolerated Ross Gilmoreyou know
where you are with such a manbut I cant bear the Craddock type. So you and the other
guardian will have to come to a quick decision.
Lou nodded and went from the room. She slipped the medicine bottle on to the table beside
the bed in which Mrs. Acland slept and crept along to her own room. And there she stood and
breathed deeply, tried very hard to shed the battered sensation. Really, life was becoming too
much of a tangle. She couldnt, even momentarily, imagine Keith in the care of Elinor Weston,
and yet she was rent by a deep compassion for her. It wouldnt be fair to turn the woman
away, her life as empty as ever.
Lou opened her letter and read it disinterestedly. Arnold posed an ultimatum. If he did not
hear by return mail that Lou was relinquishing Keith and coming home, he would assume she
did not care for him. Well, he would have to assume it, she thought unhappily. She didnt miss
him at all, so it must be true.

Later, when the boy brought her a cup of tea, he presented her with another envelope
addressed to herself. It held a note from Greg Allwyn.
What about watching the sun rise, with me, tomorrow morning? he asked. Set your alarm
clock at five and come straight out. Ill be on the road, waiting for you. Unless you turn me down
at once, Ill take it you accept. Do come!
It was like a cool draught of clear water. Lou definitely intended to awaken at five, and
without an alarm that might rouse the household!

CHAPTER SIX
Sunrise, watched from the top of a hill, was all Lou could possibly have expected. There was
darkness, with a shimmer on the Lake below and the yawning twitter of stirring birds in the
cedars and palms. Then a thin scribbled line of flame showed the mountains in the distance,
colors came alive, tenderly bloomed over with dusk, and the flame paled into a wash of gold
which turned the Lake into a molten yellow-blue metal. Leaves shone with last nights mist, a
crane flapped up into the branches and a small animal darted sleepily after a lizard.
The world turned gently in a walking dream, stretched and began to slide into its daily
rhythm. Lou sighed pleasurably, drank the coffee Greg gave her and blinked at the swift doveblue of the sky, the glassy ripples of the Lake.
The air is so fresh, she said, and everything is beautiful.
Everything, he agreed, looking at her. Lou, have you ever been made love to first thing in
the morning?
Never, and its not going to happen now. I didnt get myself up for it!
You smell like a perfumed waterfall.
Hair-wash and eau de Cologne, she told him unromantically. Its been marvellous, Greg,
but we must go back now.
Its not seven yet. Why not have breakfast with me?
She shook her head. I mustnt overdo it. Please lets go.
He started the engine of the jeep, and as he let in the clutch and they moved away towards
the road she looked at him. His sand-colored hair was untidy and youthful-looking, and the
jaded humorlessness had gone from his mouth. His chin was still too graceful for a man, of
course; he couldnt alter that. But there was more life in his light brown eyes and his smile had
regained the quality which had doubtless caught at many feminine hearts in the past. In his
short time at Mulera he had shed years and a degree of disillusionment, which in its way was
something of a miracle.
As he drove he spoke lightheartedly. The job was hard, he said, but congenial. Ross was

making some improvements in the storage sheds and he, Greg, had made a suggestion which
had actually been accepted. Ross was talking of increasing the cotton acreage and starting
an additional nursery for coffee seedlings. There was nothing like growing things for making a
man feel good.
You grew trees before, she pointed out.
It was monotonous and long-term, and it didnt really matter whether we made the forests
pay or not. Actually, in Nyasaland the forestry does pay for itself, but there s no drive for profits
which can be ploughed back into the land. Believe it or not, Im learning a whale of a lot from
Ross.
I believe it, she said dryly. Youre not the only one. She waved towards the coffee trees.
Ill walk through, Greg. Id rather.
Reluctantly, he came to a halt at the lane which led round to the house. I wish we could see
each other more often. Shall I tell you something?
What sort of something?
Youre the first really innocent girl Ive ever known. They may have existed near me but I
passed them by.
Because you were looking for something else?
He grinned. Maybe. The trouble is, Im no longer myself. For the first time in my life Im on the
defensive with a woman. Its shattering!
She laughed and opened her door, looked back at him. No, dont move. Its been lovely, Greg.
And stay on the defensive, will you? Its such a relief!
She waved to him and turned along the lane; the jeep moved on. In navy jeans and an openthroated powder-blue shirt, the streaky gold-brown hair tucked under a gay bandanna, she
looked like a gangling, carefree boy as she entered the garden and halted at the tap from
which the garden hose snaked away towards the flower beds. She unscrewed the nozzle and
dropped the hose, turned on the tap and let the water run over her hands and arms before
burying her face in her cupped palms. It felt good, almost as cold as the deep well from which it
was drawn. She dabbed her cheeks with a handkerchief but left the droplets in her brows and
across her forehead. She turned up towards the house, felt her heart skip a little as she found
Ross on the path. Ross, in drill slacks and a white shirt, his dark hair slicked back and still damp
from the shower.. He looked big and heartbreakingly handsome.
Good morning, he said with cold politeness. Been places?
Lous light mood fell away and her nerves began to tingle. Yes, I have, she answered,
borrowing his brevity.
I didnt know you favored the early morning.
I thought you knew everything.
A muscles tightened in his jaw but he spoke without heat. I heard Gregs jeep before dawn.
You didnt go out with him, by any chance?

Not by chanceby arrangement. We watched the sunrise. You told me weeks ago that it s
worth seeing, and you were right. For half an hour I quite forgot my problems.
Did you ask him to take you?
No. She smoothed a damp eyebrow, said quietly, You dont begrudge me a spot of
wholesome pleasure now and then, do you?
He answered abruptly. Of course not. If Id known you were keen on it Id have taken you
myself.
The sun was well up now, burning the moisture from the leaves and seeping into the
shadows. But a breeze was rising too, and it brought faint sweet scents from the orchard.
Care to take a walk?
This, like his last remark, was both unexpected and unsettling. Lou hesitated, pulled the
bandanna from her hair and swung it as she moved at his side. There was a subtle change in
him; in any other man it might have indicated a softening, but in Ross it was something to
evoke caution. Characteristically, he put his hands in his pockets and looked ahead as they
walked.
Ive been thinking about that request of yours yesterday, he said. It wasnt at all a good
ideayour going with Elinor Weston and Keith to Zomba.
I guessed youd turn it down.
A break in Zomba or Blantyre would be all right might do you good. But I dont quite trust
that woman. Shes got the deuce of a grouch against everyone. I hear she even went for the
D.C.
She needs kindness and consideration more than most of us. I dont believe shes ever
known a sense of peace in her life.
What about you? he asked disconcertingly. That wasnt peace you knew in England; it
was torpor.
She flashed him a vexed smile. You may be right, but it seemed like peace. Ive even known
it once or twice since coming to Nyasaland.
Really? with a hint of sarcasm. With Martin and Greg?
Yesand when Im alone sometimes.
But never with me?
No, never with you.
Good, he said crisply. I dont want you comatose while Im around. I like women to be
aware of themselvesand of me. A pause, then coolly, What do you talk about with Greg?
She pulled a golden orange from a tree and tossed it as they strolled along the lane through
the orchard. He tells me about himself.

And you reciprocate?

Occasionally, but Im not very interesting.
You interest me. Does that surprise you?
She flickered a clear grey glance at him. Yes, it does. Ive always felt that you were
interested only in your possessions, and that you now regard Keith as one of them.
Youre wrong, he said. For one so young and inexperienced you pack quite a punch
sometimes. Tell me about that chap in EnglandArnold Whatsisname.
She looked down and dug a fingernail into the orange, smelled the bitter moistness of the
incision and reflected, inconsequentially, that her fingers would retain the aroma.
Casually, she replied, Its finished. I shall probably never see him again.
He looked no different but he sounded odd as he asked, Fed up about it?
Not terribly. He was always very sweet to me but hes stuffy and he hasnt a scrap of
understanding. He expected sacrifices of me but was unwilling to make any himself.
Youre well rid of him, Ross stated callously. In any case, you cant conduct a love affair at
a distance of five or six thousand miles. Did he ever propose?
Not till he wrote to me here.
Give you lots of nice things?
Flowers and chocolates mostly; hes very correct. She lifted the scarf she had tied about
her head and said in astonished tones, Arnold gave me this! Id forgotten.
Ross took it from her, shook it out and said derisively, Poppies and cornflowers, ears of
wheat. Without meeting the chap, I know him. He stopped and looked into the branches of a
late peach tree. A few peaches left. Would you like one?
Lou did not have to answer. With vexed laughter in her throat she watched him flick out the
scarf and lasso a branch, drag it near so that he could pick the outsize peaches. He let the
branch go and it sprang away, ripping the silk.
Bad luck, Ross said. Ill get you another.
You did that purposely!
He tut-tutted. I never destroy anything but pests. Ill tie the remains of the scarf on a branch
to scare the vultures. He gave her the peaches and tied the knot, shoved his hands back into
his pockets and bent upon her the sort of look she loathed; it was hard and devilish. Thats
the best way to handle mementoes of a dead love.
I dont suppose you ever collected any!
What does that meanthat you dont believe Ive ever loved?
Lous incalculable heart performed a tricky feat; it slipped and seemed to stop with a thud.

She looked at the arrogant green eyes, at the well-cut mouth. In that moment she forgot
everything but the positive yearning to understand the man and measure up to him.
But in that moment also there came a crashing movement ahead among the trees, and
before Lou knew what was happening she was pinned tightly against Ross and being thrust
against a trunk. She caught a glimpse of a yellow feline body, arched for the chase, of a grey
baboon screaming as it tore away towards the thornberry hedge. Then Ross hand pressed
swiftly over her eyes, and she was conscious only of his strength and nearness and of the twig
which dug excruciatingly into her shoulder.
Then it was over. Im afraid that was the end of the baboon, Ross commented, matter-offactly. Come on, well go back the way we came.
Was the other a ... a leopard?
A young lioness, and pretty hungry by the look of her. Well, with a grin, thats about the
nearest youre ever likely to come to a lion. We dont get them on the plantation unless they
follow a buck or baboon. By the law of averages we shouldnt see another on Mulera for about
eighteen months. He slipped a hand in the crook of her arm and said gently, musingly, I
wonder where youll be in eighteen months time?
But contact with the savage element of Africa had left Lou a little shaken. In any case,
eighteen months was too far ahead for conjecture. She walked blindly till they reached the
garden, then straightened in case they were seen from the windows. At the steps she went
slightly in front, but they were in the porch when Ross let out a sharp and furious breath.
Youre back is bleeding! Why the deuce didnt you tell me I was shoving you too hard
against the tree?
She said deprecatingly, I hardly felt ittoo frightened, I suppose. Its nothing.
You idiot! He pushed her through the living-room. Ill have a look at it in the bathroom.
Ross, please...
But he had grasped her again, this time above the elbow and at the waist, as he thrust her in
front of him. She had no choice but to enter the steamy bathroom and stand near the washbasin. He was in a mood to hack a patch from the blouse if she didnt remove it, but she had
the presence of mind to compromise. She undid a couple of buttons and shook down the collar
so that he could reach her shoulder. He said something unprintable and turned on the tap,
swabbed with cotton wool, used antiseptic and pressed an adhesive plaster over the small
jagged wound. Lou readjusted the blouse and thanked him politely.
Dont suffer in silence, he said roughly, ever.
A scratch of that kind didnt seem important down there among the wild animals, she
observed a little dazedly. Thanks for attending to it.
Whatever of softness had been in him was dissipated now. He pegged the window wide,
sniffed at the perfumed steam and looked with distaste at a beribboned jar of bath oil.
You dont keep your fripperies in the bathroom. Why does she have to?
Its the normal place, really, but youre not accustomed to having women about so Ive done

my best to keep the place monastic.

Monastic? he considered the word, and let it pass. Well, I daresay I can stand it,
temporarily. If this goes on I shall build another wing.
Lou nodded. It must be awfully irritating to a man like you to have three women and a child
on the premises. It would be a considerable improvement if Greg came here and I took Keith
and Miss Weston down to the managers house.
No. He didnt qualify the negative in any way but it was decisive. This wont last long. Ill
see to that.
You wont be horrid to her, will you?
To Elinor? Of course not. Cynicism in a woman gets my goat but I feel sorry for her.
Keith suddenly appeared, clad in shorts and nothing else, his hair tousled from bed. He
stared up at them, smiled engagingly.
Are you two going to watch me have a bath?
Lou answered hastily. Uncle Ross hasnt time and Im going to change my shirt. Get started
and Ill come back. And dont touch any of your Auntie Elinors things, will you?
Keith looked regretfully at a canister of talcum powder. I wouldnt use much, he said.
Youll use none at all, Lou said firmly. White soap and your sponge, thats all.
Keith sighed. Did you get me the cowboy belt, Uncle Ross?
Seems theyre out of date, old timer. But I ordered a space outfit . Ross was outside in the
corridor. Like to go out with me this morning?
Oh, boy, murmured Keith ecstatically. Would I just!
But Lou dampened him. Two hours for lessons first, Keith. Then you can do as you like for
the rest of the day.
The childs expression changed; he scowled. If Uncle Ross wants to take me with him I can
go.
Lou dropped the bath plug into place, turned on both taps till the central outlet gushed a
warm stream and turned to the door. Youre not missing your lessons, she said briefly, and
went out, closing the door behind her.
Ross was withdrawn and sardonic once more. He looked down at her, said easily, The boy
isnt six yet. Your discipline is too rigidtoo darned kindergarten altogether.
I disagree. Two hours is a small slice out of his day and the discipline for that length of time
is good for him. A child should be able to read by the age of six-and-a-half, but Keith loses
patience even with three-letter words. Hes intelligent, but he wont take the trouble.
Itll come. I believe in getting kids out into the woods and letting them develop in their own
way. Theyre like young treestheyll grow straight if theres nothing choking them.

Such as knowledge? she asked.

Youre trying to rush it, little one, and with Keith it may not work.
Well, well see. If I could have my own way with Keith...
She broke off as Ali approached along the corridor, carrying a breakfast tray. He managed to
bow and smile disarmingly as he passed and entered Ross bedroom, where Elinor Weston
was now in possession. Ross drew a sharp breath of exasperation.
Women and children, he said, and walked on into the living-room.
For a couple of days an ominous quiet hung over Mulera. Ross was out much of the time and
Elinor Weston rested either in her bedroom or on the veranda. There was no discussion about
Keith and the bitterness lingered only in the lines of Elinors face; they had nothing whatever
to do with the child. But she ate little; her diet consisted chiefly of coffee and cigarettes. Lous
compassion for the woman rose and remained steady. She had never before known anyone
who had so little in common with other women, in fact so few bonds with the whole human
race. Lou arrived at the conclusion that the blight which had smitten Elinor Weston at the age
of twenty-four must have been pretty bad, and that the effects of the ruined love affair in
Singapore had been lethal.
Martin Craddock came in, and to Lou he seemed to have altered. She saw that other side of
him, the keen but human Bwana D.C. who now appeared to consider Miss Weston one of his
problems.
He arrived as tea was being served to Mrs. Acland and the two younger women on the
veranda, and he accepted with his usual pleasure their invitation to join them. He offered
cigarettes, allowed his glance to rest on Elinors nicotine-stained fingers but made no
comment. He was calm and friendly, obliged with an anecdote or two about the rest-houses in
which he had to sleep when on tour.
Theyre quite lively after dark, he said. Hordes of insects, naturally, but other visitors as
well. Frogs and lizards, tarantulas, an occasional snake. My sister accompanied me just once; it
was enough.
Youll never find an ordinary English woman to share that with you, remarked Elinor, in the
bored tones she used to him. A woman only loses her horror of insects and snakes when
theres something far more exciting in her life.
So youll bet that Ill never find a wife? he asked, smiling.
Youll find one, she said, with an indolent shrug, but you wont keep her unless she remains
head over heels in love with you. And that never happens, Im afraid.
Youre too young to be disillusioned, he said. He thought for a moment. Id like you to come
over and see us often. Wed find a good deal to talk about.
I doubt it. Elinor smoothed the white skirt which had seen many launderings, stretched her
thin legs and crossed her ankles. Im hardened against good works.
Mrs. Acland said softly, Then you miss a great deal of happiness, my dear. I never cease to
be thankful that there are so many charitable organizations in the world.

Elinor closed her eyes, and Mrs. Acland got rather slowly to her feet . She smiled
apologetically at Martin.
I still tire rather quickly, Im afraid. Will you excuse me?
Of course. Let me help you!
No, Lou will do it. Goodbye, Martin. Come again soon.
He waited till Lou had escorted Mrs. Acland into the house before seating himself gazing at
the thin sallow face with the dark smudges where the eyes were closed. He leaned forward,
said thoughtfully,
I dont believe Ive ever met anyone whos so sorry for herself as you are. You pride yourself
on being a strong silent woman but its my guess that youre quiet because you havent a
thing to say.
The eyes remained closed. How right you are, Mr. Craddock.
Her manner did not deter him. Was it a man who caused you to leave England?
Her eyelids flicked back and she gazed at him with distaste. In a way. Is your curiosity
satisfied?
By no means. Were you in love with him?
Not with the man, very much. His background was attractive.
Did he let you down?
How did you guess? with biting coolness. Because youre a man too?
No. I wouldnt let a woman down, but then Im not one of your handsome heart-breakers.
Dont you ever talk about it?
Whats the use? She gave him a straight glance of enmity. I was more to blame than he
was.
You dont really believe that or you wouldnt cling to the persecution complex. What
happened?
For a second or two it looked as if Elinor were going to close her eyes again and ignore him.
Then a faint shadow passed over her eyes, leaving them oddly deep and dark. She sat up
straighter, reached for the box of cigarettes and lit a new one from the one she was
discarding. Perhaps she was aware that the habit was one which Martin Craddock disliked.
Certainly she didnt care.
Ill tell you, Bwana D.C. Itll make your hair stand on end, she said with bored mockery. I ran
into someone presentable who had a title and large estates. I meant to marry him and
managed a number of invitations to houses where he was a guest. Then the lucky moment
arrived; I was convinced right through my whole being that during that week he would propose.
It was to be the first great climax of my life. Unfortunately, though, we Westons werent well
off. I worked in a bookstore and pretended I did it for kicks and pin money, but actually I needed
every penny I earned. Id been spending too much on clothes, but now I needed more and

better frocks and certainly a good fur. So what did I do?

Martin rubbed his chin and said casually, You had to have money, so you ... helped
yourself?
Just perceptibly the hand holding the cigarette trembled, but her expression was as bored
and cool as ever. Youre certainly a good guesser. I forged my fathers name on a cheque
which made an immense hole in his current account.
There was silence. Martin looked down at his tented fingers, and finally said,
You were young and a little crazy. You thought you d repay your father a hundred times
one youd hooked your man. You werent fundamentally dishonest, Im sure of that.
Elinor pressed out the newly-lit cigarette, regained the small amount of composure she had
lost . Charitable of you to believe in me, but my fathers reaction was rather different. By the
sheerest bad luck he was in touch with the bank the day after Id drawn the cash. He hit the
roof, said terrible things and took charge of my account. I never did get that week among the
rich. I went to Italy carrying a rucksack instead.
That was wrong. You should have stuck it out.
I know that now, but it s far too late. She gave him a cold smile. You know, this is only the
second time since it happened that Ive talked about it.
Was it a man you told, the first time?
Yes.
You were in love with him?
Youre so clever, Bwana D.C. He was a business agent in Singapore. He asked me to marry
him. I decided I couldnt accept without telling him the whole truth, and when I did, he left me
flat. I shant be unwise enough to fall in love again.
You may. Im glad youve told me, anyway.
Dont flatter yourself that your brotherly interest was responsible. I feel someone here
should know whats kept me out of England, and who more suitable than the paternal Bwana
D.C.?
Martin refused to be ruffled. Who indeed? Ill respect your confidence.
Dont be so darned upright...
She broke off and leaned back again as Lou came out Martin stood up and said he must be
going. And do come over, you two, he begged. Paulas hardly at home these days and Im
growing crotchety.
Well try and fit it in, Lou said. Youd be surprised how difficult it is to arrange things now
that were a household of five. Fortunately, Ross has been taking Keith out with him in the
afternoons this week.
Yes, I know. Paula says they have high time and call on someone different every day for tea.

Yesterday it was the Bains over near Vima.

Lou felt a sudden chill in her throat, but she smiled, and walked down to the car with Martin.
He looked back and waved to Elinor, said quietly to Lou,
Dicks sister is a whole lot like Dick, though you may not think it. She needs someone who
has confidence in her and thats why shes after Keith. If you let her have him it would probably
mean the saving of her.
Lou, still quivering from the information he had unwittingly let drop, answered without much
enthusiasm. Elinors unhappy but shes not at the end of her rope.
Shes pretty near it. While Dick was alive he was a close connection she relied on mentally,
even though they never saw each other. But hes gone and theres only Keith. She threw up
her job and came here the moment she heard the child was alone in the world.
Thats true. And apparently she kept in touch with Dicks solicitors. But we couldnt give
Keith into her care.
Why not?
Lou looked at him unbelievingly. You honestly think it would be right to do so?
But Martin must have recalled the cold cynicism of the woman up there in the veranda. Not
yet, but dont close your mind against the possibility. She needs the child far more than you do
because shes decided shell never marry.
Oh, but she should marry! It would give her back all her courage and belief.
He smiled his kindly, disarming smile and patted her shoulder, wished her goodbye and drove
away. Lou sauntered among the flowers and wondered. But relentlessly, her thoughts returned
to the bald fact that Ross was spending his afternoons with Paula, that taking Keith along
was no doubt intentional. Let Lou Prentice teach the child and hand out all the discipline he
needed; it wouldnt matter if Keith resented her. But Paula had to be loved as a child does love
the companion of his pleasures; she had to be loved by Keith because some day she would be
his new mother.
Over my dead body! thought Lou fiercely. She yanked a dead gardenia from a bush of
creamy blossoms. She was not compelled to give in. Legally, she had to approve of the woman
Ross married as a guardian for Keith, and definitely she did not approve of Paula...
She pulled herself up. Careful, now. Keith liked Paula and there was nothing to suggest that
Paula did not like Keith, except the mild threat she had uttered weeks ago, that when she
married Ross she would have the little boy sent away to a boarding school. Most people in this
country would see nothing very unusual in that; certainly nothing wrong. Lou realized, with an
appalling jolt, that in the eyes of these people she would have only a weak reason for clinging
to her own share in Keith Weston.
Why not be honest with herself? Why not admit that Keith, as a link with Ross Gilmore, had
become her most treasured possession? Yet even that link was tenuous and frail and one
that made Ross impatient.
She went up into the veranda and forced cheerfulness into her voice as she asked Elinor if
she would like some fresh tea. The older woman retained that stillness to which Lou was

becoming accustomed and faintly shook her head.

How do you feel about Martin Craddock? she asked.
Hes steadfast, in a country thats full of surprises.
Whats the real reason he hasnt married?
Lou lifted her shoulders. I should say that hes the type to take a long time over knowing a
woman before hed hint at marriage. He just doesnt have a long time anywhere, except here,
where there arent any women to measure up to his requirements.
As simple as that? Im not so sure. Elinor drew her mouth down at one corner. Hes slow
and a bore, never thinks of anything beyond his job. His type are always like that.
He only seems slow! Really, hes calm and judicial, and I think hes the kindest man I know.
Hes tremendously respected by the Africans in the province.
No, I dont think you will, Lou replied a little shortly, and she carried the tea tray into the
kitchen.
Ali was equal to the task of catering for four adults and a child, but invalid cookery for Mrs.
Acland had tried him so sorely that Lou had taken over the task. Now, she prepared an egg
dish ready for the big black iron stove, and whipped up a fluffy fruit fool. The fan droned away
on the top of the kitchen cupboard and she found it soothing, yet, like a grain of grit under the
eyelid, Paula Craddock persisted in obtruding into her consciousness. A bright, beautiful
woman with ash-blonde silky hair and vivid china-blue eyes. Paula the admired, who wanted
only the admiration of Ross Gilmore ... and who had it. Lou worked steadily, almost unaware of
the houseboy who was preparing vegetables and the quick silent movements of Ali, as he
counted silver and gave it a final polish.
The door swung open and Ross said, Come out of the kitchen, young Louise. Weve
something to show you. Lou wiped her hands and went with him, found herself pushed into
Keiths bedroom, where the little boy sat on the floor, absorbedly staring into a square wooden
box. She knelt beside him and gazed with consternation at the odd-looking eggs that he was
gloating over.
Ross said, Tell Louise what they are and where they came from.
Keith bestowed upon them both a faraway smile and once more stared at his treasure.
Theyre crocodile eggs, he said dreamily. Mr. Gilchrist gave them to me. Do you know Mr.
Gilchrist, Lou?
Ive never met him, but isnt he the man who keeps a small nature reserve on the other side
of the Kolana River?
The little boy nodded slowly. Last time we went there he promised me a crested crane, but
this time he said he hadnt got any, so he gave me the eggs instead. You can t eat crocodile
eggs.
Ross was down on his haunches, tolerantly watching them both. You should have gone
with us, Louise. The old chap was in generous mood and he might have given you a squirrel or
a monkey. His animals are quite tame.

He gave Paula a crocodile skin! proclaimed Keith.

Lous lips went dry. She put a finger on one of the eggs and then sat back on her heels.
Youve been having some lovely afternoons, Keith, she said quietly.
Ross made a smooth comment. Balances the day for him. Dont object, do you?
Its a bit late to ask, isnt it? But I dont object. I used to take him for drives myself when I had
the use of Peter Whytes car.
Im afraid the afternoon outings have come to an end now. I shall be too busy. But you can
borrow the saloon, so long as you dont go far.
Thanks.
It was all very polite and stilted. Ross stood up, apparently decided there was no more to be
said and went from the room.
Keith lovingly caressed the eggs. Im going to collect things, he sighed happily. Eggs and
skins and shells and ... and ... His imagination baulked, so he asked, Why didnt you go with us,
Lou? It was fun!
Is it always fun when you go out in the afternoon with Uncle Ross?
He nodded. Sometimes we have tea with people, but I dont like going where there are
children.
The remark was typical of a child who had become accustomed only to adults. Lou said, Not
at first, but you might like it after a bit. It would be nice if you could play with other boys and
girls.
Thats what Paula says.
Does she? Lou watched him as she said, Its true, of course. I think youd have been very
happy at the kindergarten where I used to teach.
Paula says boarding school is best. She knows one at Durban where you can do as you like.
Ive got a secret with her about it.
Lou found her hands tight, and she felt a cool dew at her temples. Just between you two?
Not with Uncle Ross?
Keith shrugged his small shoulders carelessly. She says that Uncle Ross knows all about it
but I mustnt say anything till he mentions it. I mustnt tell you either.
Its right to keep secrets youve been trusted with, she said. Then, after a moment, Youll
have to keep your eggs on the top shelf of your cupboard, Keith. Wash your hands before you
come to the living-room.
Lou went out into the corridor, hesitated and listened. There were sounds only from the
kitchen where the boys were working. She moved along to the small study which adjoined
Rosss bedroom, tapped on the door and, receiving no answer, turned the handle and walked
into the book lined sanctum. There was a roll-top desk and a hide chair, a smaller chair, a

bright hooked rug and an old grandmother clock in the corner. Nothing else, except books and
the large map of Africa which hung on the only vacant expanse of wall. Lou had several times
seen the map through the half-open door, and she now went close to it, and found the town
of Durban on the southeast corner of Africa.
She measured her thumb against the scale, roughly calculated the distance between
Durban in South Africa and Chekwe in Nyasaland. More than a thousand miles! And they were
contemplating sending there a child who would be no more than six and quite alone. It was
unthinkable.
Lou stared at the map, and then turned from it and left the small study. She walked into the
living-room and saw that Mrs. Acland sat there taking some sort of refreshment with Elinor
Weston. She smiled at them automatically and went to the window, stood there wondering
how in the world she was to handle this.
When Ross and Paula were married they would send the child a thousand miles away,
unless ... unless she, Lou Prentice, could legally appeal against it. But could she? Legal
expenses were high, and the other two had everything in their favor. There was no one she
could appeal to for advice or even for sympathy. Mrs. Acland would definitely agree to
whatever Ross decreed, and Elinor Weston ... well, Elinor would present no problems to Ross
Gilmore.
For minutes, Lou considered approaching Ross himself, asking him point blank if, when he
and Paula were married, they were going to deprive Keith of a real home and parents. But
what would be the use? Ross was a master of the art of cynical evasion and counter-thrust;
she would get nowhere at all with him.
She thought back over the childs few remarks, decided that her first step must be to
ascertain how near her guess approached the truth. Her nerves contracted, defensively, and
she turned casually towards Mrs. Acland.
Ross said I might use the saloon. Do you happen to know where he keeps the keys, Mrs.
Acland?
In the top drawer of his desk, I think. Are you going far, dear?
Only a few miles. Its cool and inviting outdoors.
Wouldnt you like Elinor to go with you?
By now, Lou was quivering. Id sooner be alone, just this once. You dont mind, Elinor?
Elinor gave her jaded smile. Why should I? As far as I can remember Ive never been wanted
in my life.
At any other time Lou would have said something compassionate and begged forgiveness.
Now, though, she was too keyed up by her decision to pay much attention to Elinor. She found
the keys and ran out and round to the garage, got into the big car and tested the gears before
backing out.
As she drove her pain was almost tangible, a fine thin probe of a thing that touched her
exposed nerves with exquisite precision. She didnt yet know that although her mission was
connected solely with Keith, the pain had no relation to the child at all.

CHAPTER SEVEN
The houses of the government officials were stirring from their afternoon torpor. Here and
there a couple of men were seated on a veranda with drinks on a table between them, and
one young man, wearing only shorts, was standing in his garden while a houseboy hosed him.
He must have recognized the car, for he waved cheerily, and called something above the
hissing of the hose. But Lou hardly noticed him. She drove on carefully till she reached the
largest and most imposing of the houses, and braked just outside the gate.
Lou got out of the car, walked round to the porch and went up the steps. The door stood
open but she pressed a bell which rang somewhere at the back of the house. A smart
houseboy appeared. Would madam please come in?
She entered the comfortable lounge, told the boy she wished to speak to Miss Craddock.
There was a long silence, during which Lou stared at the tank full of tropical fish which Martin
must have brought through from the room which he used at an aquarium. They were pretty
fish, gauzy and pink, striped in gay colors, flatheads, snub noses, spear like and round; every
type of tiny tropical sea creature moving among miniature rocks and anemones and plants.
Lou went on staring, unimpressed. Her heart was beating unevenly up near her throat and
there was a weight behind her eyes, but her course was set.
She heard the rustle of silk and turned towards the door. Paula came in, moving easily in a
grosgrain wrap which was sea-blue patterned in black. Long limbs, slim hips and well-built
shoulders; red lips smiling, vivid blue eyes utterly self-assured.
This is unexpected, she said. Can I do something for you?
I just wanted a short talk with you, Lou said stiffly. Keith mentioned about an hour ago
that he had a secret with you. He didnt tell me the secret and I certainly didnt try to get it out
o f him, but he did mention that it had some connection with a boarding school in Durban. I
thought Id better come to you and find out what its all about.
Paula opened a crystal box and took a cigarette which she fitted with some precision into
the holder. I dont get it, she said, serene and insolent The secret I had with Keith was only a
childish one. I wouldnt dream of trusting any child with something important. Youve been
leaping to conclusions.
Perhaps, but only you can tell me if theyre the right ones.
What about Ross? Paula waved the elongated cigarette. "But you wouldnt go to him, of
course, because hed soon put you in your place. Ross wont have interference in anything
that concerns him.
Oddly, Lou found no difficulty in keeping her temper; this problem was far too big for petty
squabbling. She said evenly, This happens to concern me, too. I have a right to know every
plan for Keiths education and future.
Paula lifted her elegant shoulders. You make that child too importantin fact, everyone
does. Hes just a small boy who has to have things arranged for him. Ross feels that the lions

share of responsibility should be his, so I have to go along with the idea. Its ridiculous that we
should be saddled with someone elses brat at the beginning of our marriage, and the only
sensible course is to lighten the burden at the outset Im willing to admit that I intend Keith to
go to a boarding school.
And ... Ross agrees?
He hasnt disagreeda man in love isnt difficult to manage, not even when he happens to
be Ross Gilmore. This started the pain again, but Lou was determinedly cool.
Even if it had to be, there must be schools nearer than Durban! No woman of normal
feelings could send a small boy so far away from those he loves.
Paula lit the cigarette, blew smoke directly upwards. Children have no capacity for love.
Surely Keith himself has proved that, by the way hes recovered from his parents death. Youre
simply being foolish.
Hes too young to grieve, but every child must have someone near, someone he can always
turn to for affection and understanding. Theres also the risk of illness. Even by air it might take
you two days to reach him down there at the coast!
My dear girl, said Paula with condescension, the child will attend a good school which has
a sanatorium. Hell get many attentions as the richest child in the continent of Africa. What
more is necessary?
He wont get love, and at his age its what he needs most.
Spare me, for heavens sake, said Paula sharply. Why should it worry you what happens to
him? Youre unmarried, and the child could only be a handicap to you. In my opinion, youre
darned lucky that Ross is so conscientious!
Lou let a moment or two elapse before she said, I dont believe you and I talk the same
language. You seem to be taking it for granted that Ill relinquish my rights where Keith is
concerned, but I dont have to do that if Im not satisfied that the woman Ross Gilmore marries
will take as much care of Keith as I would myself.
Paula gave a bored shrug. And what do you think you can do about it?
I can get legal opinion!
A lot of good it will do you. No one will take any notice of a penniless girl of twenty-two.
Lou was unable to suppress the sudden trembling of her body, but somehow she still kept
her voice impersonal. I came to you first because I realized that Ross has only half-consented
to sending Keith away, and I didnt want you to think that Id take advantage of living in his
house to...
Paula exclaimed swiftly. So its blackmail now! How dare you! Do you think Im a moron or
completely blind? Do you think I havent noticed that smug expression youve worn ever since
Ross cleared you out of the managers house and let you have a room at his own place? But
dont flatter yourself that your sweet character and hypocritical care of that, boy had anything
to do with your being allowed to live at the homestead! Youre there simply because Ross has
a thing about giving his manager a house to himself. He loathes having you there under his
roofhe told me so!

Lou went white and her eyes were bright with sudden humiliation, but she spoke with a brisk
casualness. I doubt whether Ross would have put it as strongly as that, but Im well aware
that he dislikes having his house overrun by women. I wonder if he knows how little you care
about Keith?
If youre threatening, you can save yourself the trouble. A thin smile curved her lips. Ive
made friends with your little darlinghasnt he told you? It was an effort and Im glad its over,
but I think its accomplished something rather important. Ross is the big masterful type but he
likes a certain softness in his women. Keith has helped me to convince him that Im maternal. It
was the last little detail I needed.
To ... to get what youve been angling for?
Exactly. Paula rested her cigarette on a large ashtray, whispered across to the couch and
sat down, crossing her slender ankles. With a pleased smile she examined the blue kid slipper
which dangled from her toe. Waiting for a man hardens you. Ive been in no hurry to get
married but I do have my quota of pride, and when I came out to Africa this year I was
determined that if Ross was still too immersed in his plantation to think about marriage, Id find
some way of jolting him awake to his own feelings. But I didnt have to do it. I hadnt been here
long when the Westons had their accident and Ross took over the boy. That misty day when
the car crashed was quite a milestone in my life!
Thats a ... an appalling thing to say.
Is it? Paula slanted a narrow glance at Lou. If I were to die tomorrow youd be glad of it
wouldnt you?
I certainly wouldn't!
Come off it. Paula scoffed. I can just see what would happen if I were removed. Youve
already shown Ross how well you can manage a child who means nothing at all to you; just
think how blissful it would be if you could comfort him after losing me. The pity of it would be, of
course, that Ross could never see you as anything but the ordinary little person you are. A
pause. You might remember that next time youre tempted to hand out warnings.
It was only in that moment that Lou realized how hopeless was her errand. She had come
here with the intention of appealing to Paula Craddock, but instead she had once more been
forced on the defensive and shown, very plainly, how negligible she was in Paulas scheme of
things. Paula was not a normal woman; her instincts were strong but selfish, and even her
patient love for Ross had something a little evil in it. She was the sort of woman who evoked
passion and then evaded it, who promised many things she was not prepared or equipped to
give. She had angled and waited for Ross because he was hard to get. But when she was
married to himwhat then?
Paula spoke again. Why have you stayed on where you must see youre not wanted? I
know my brother advised you to look about for a husband here, but you must have been
aware that he was joking. What about that job of yours in England?
Lous thoughts were halted. She looked a little blankly at Paula. Didnt you know that Ross
made me resign from it and thought I should settle here with Keith?
Apparently, Paula didnt know. She lay back slowly, her beautifully regular features set hard in
an angry smile. So thats what has kept you going! How interesting. And what have you been
expecting of usthat well engage you as a private governess for Keith? Have you imagined

yourself remaining for years at the plantation with the boy in your care and Ross very near?
What a hope!
Lous teeth went tight. I can stand just so many insults from you, Paula. You think you have
command of every situation, but this particular scene is not entirely in your hands. Youve
decided youll marry Ross and put up with having the child attached; he can be sent a
thousand miles away and forgotten. Well, I wont consent to it, and Ill make that very plain to
Rossbefore he has time to propose to you! And if you...
But Paula was on her feet, her face pale with fury, her eyes sapphire-hard and brilliant. You
have the nerve to come here and threaten me! Do you think Ill stand for that? Ill blacken you
throughout Chekwe. Ill tell everyone that youre casting your imploring little sheeps eyes at
Ross, and he himself will be the first to know! If you were so keen on the child and on staying in
Nyasaland youd have looked round for a husband. But no, youve imagined that this coguardianship with Ross is the kind of relationship which should have a romantic culmination!
Youve actually believed yourself capable of attracting a man who has had almost no time for
women till this year! How conceited can a nursery teacher become? Its unbelievable!
Lous throat had become so constricted that she found it difficult to speak. She began to say
something, but it hurt too much, both physically and mentally. She walked to the door and
made another attempt.
Im not going to wrestle with you, Paula, nor shall I try to answer your accusations; they
arent worth it. Im glad I came here this afternoon because its made me absolutely certain of
one thing. Ill do everything I possibly can to keep Keith out of your hands!
Paulas head was high. Theres nothing you can do. I dont want Keith, but if Ross is
determined to keep him I shall have to arrange things as best I can. And let me tell you this.
She leaned forward, and spoke through tight lips. If you breathe one word of this ... discussion
to Ross, Ill tell him what I know about youthat youre in love with him and jealous as the devil
of me. And I wont choose my words, either!
Lou was ashen, even her lips were colorless. She wasnt aware that only now was Paula
becoming certain of the truth of her suspicions. She said feebly, Its untrue. Then her voice
faded wretchedly into silence and she turned and went out of the house.
Lou slipped into the car and somehow got it started, drove for some distance in low gear
before hearing the roar of the engine. She changed up and felt power in her hands, knew a
sudden urge to get all the speed she could from the big saloon. She was through the Chekwe
main street meeting no traffic, and heading across the savannah towards the coffee trees. A
sharp little knife stabbed at her temple and then shifted position, to the base of her throat.
She drew out to pass a jeep, was quite unaware of the identity of the driver till he waved
frantically as she passed and called,
Slow down, Louyoure doing nearly seventy!
Her foot went down on the brake, mechanically and hard. The car swerved and grazed the
jeep, moved forward a few yards and then stopped. She switched off, put a hand over her
eyes. Greg was at the car door, opening it and staring in at her with the utmost consternation.
Good lord, I couldnt believe it was little Lou at the wheel! he exclaimed. What in the world
were you up to? Then he saw her lifted face, paper-white and shiny with sweat, and the
shaking hands which she had gripped together in her lap. Whats been happening? Shift over,
Lou. Im getting in with you.

He had to move her himself, and it was the most natural thing in the world that he should
hold her and make soothing sounds. But Lou didnt weep; she didnt even feel like weeping.
She sat there till the muscles of her throat unlocked, felt him release her and put a cigarette
between her lips.
When Greg spoke again his tones were casual. Dont worry about that scratched wing. You
can say you took a narrow lane and brushed a thorn tree. If I were you, I wouldnt tell Ross that
the speed of the car frightened you.
It didnt, she said huskily. If Id been thinking about it, I might have been scared, but I just
wasnt thinking at all.
He looked at his watch. How come youre out at this hour? Been visiting?
Lous defences were down. She drew quiveringly on the cigarette and nodded. Ive just had
a session with Paula Craddock. She ... shes going to send Keith to school at Durbanafter
shes married, of course. I said Id fight against it...
Why did you bother with the woman? Why didnt you go straight to Ross?
She shook her head, forlornly. I cant do that. Between Ross and me, nothing has changed.
You remember the rules about our guardianship of Keith? Well, it seems hell marry first and
take over completely. I shant be able to fight against it because no one would uphold any
claims I might have. I know how its going to be, and I wont stand for it.
You think hell try to send you back to England? he asked quickly.
Not for some time. Till he marries it s convenient to have me here, and hell want me to take
care of Keith while ... while he has a ... honeymoon. After that, Paula will take over and Ill be
redundant. Ross will be generous in his lordly way, of course, but... She stopped speaking, and
threw the cigarette out of the car window.
Greg leaned back behind the wheel, more at ease. Hell, who cares about them? I respect
Ross and in many ways I envy him, but Ill never really like him. I think Paula is what he
deserves. Shell match wits with him, which is more than any other woman could do. He
paused. Youre very fond of the kid, arent you?
Yes. Even if I didnt love him so much, Id still want to do for him what Dorothy Weston did for
me. I cant bear to think of his having no one to go to in all his little crises. Thats whats bad
about boarding schools for the very young; theres never anyone who cares more for the
individual child than for any other children. Greg, I cant let him be sent so far from everyone he
knows!
All right, you cant, he said. Ross is the best person to talk to about it.
She fingered her neck, bit on to the inside of her lip. Thats out, Im afraid. Hed instantly
tackle Paula and shed ... well, shes clever enough to keep in the clear herself and put me well
in the wrong. Shes threatened awful things. Im new here, but Ross has known Paula for years.
Even if I had the courage to battle with the two of them, hed side with her. And if he s in love
with her you couldnt blame him.
Greg watched the gathering dusk for a moment. Hes only in love with his plantation. Maybe
hes discovering that a planter needs a wife, and a woman of Paulas type would fill the

vacancy nicely. What I dont understand is why hes clinging so hard to Keith.
Lou said, low-voiced, Thats the sort of man he is. If Id been middle-aged and a confirmed
spinster hed have installed Keith and me in a bungalow somewhere in the district and paid us
weekly visits. But Im too young and I have no ties here.
Are you two still unfriendly?
Its something far more subtle than unfriendliness. He can be charming and thoughtful. Hes
had bookshelves put in my bedroom and filled them from his own stocks, he notices if Im tired
or not eating well, gets angry with me if I so much as prick my finger, and keeps a balance
between Elinor Weston and Keith and me. But theres a fundamental antagonism between us.
Im in the way.
Then youll have to get out of it, wont you? said Greg in peculiar tones.
Surprisingly, he said nothing more for quite a while. Darkness fell suddenly, a couple of
mosquitoes came into the car and winged lightly between them and something slithered over
the bonnet of the car and disappeared.
Greg said, You know a good deal about me, Lou. I havent hidden much. What do you think
of a chap of my sort?
She smiled at him, palely. I think youre a great help. I knew one of the starchy type in
England and I never took a single problem to him.
Thats good hearing, anyway. Ive been a bit of a heel in my time. For a while I drank and
gambled madly, and I walked out on my first contract in Nyasaland. Ive had an affair or two
but what man of my age hasnt? There never seemed to be any reason why I should bother
with rigid honesty. Im not going to tell you Im a reformed character, but Im certainly having a
shot at good, uncomplicated living. Whether Ill make it or not, I cant say.
Youll make it, she said confidently. I hope my mood hasnt made you sad and reminiscent,
Greg.
No, he answered with a whimsical smile, but that effect you have on meturning me into
an estate manager with all the dull but worthy ambitionscould last for ever. But only if you
wanted it to.
Well, I do. With an effort she lightened her tones. Im so glad youre here, Greg. You and I
may be utterly different people, but we do sort of mix. Considering the jumbled state I was in
when we met half an hour ago, I feel fine.
He looked her way, briefly. You dont look it, by any means, but I like to think Ive helped. In
fact, in level tones, Id like to go on helping. Im in love with you, Lou.
At first Lou thought faintly, Oh, no, not this as well! I cant take any more! Then she found a
warmth running through her, a fervent need to be loved, even if it were only by Greg. In a
measure, it helped to mitigate the anxiety and weariness which were the result of the
shattering defeat she had received at Paulas hands. She felt Greg take her fingers, and she
gave him a tired but impulsive smile.
Im not in love with you. You know that, dont you?

Sure I know it. He was back in the resigned, sceptical vein. But youre too sweet to me not
to have any feelings for me at all.
I like you very much.
Thatll do, to begin with. After all, I know love when I run up against it because Ive seen the
other thing pretty often. Youre young, and youve never been in love, but I t hink you soon
would be, with the man you married.
Are you saying all this because Ive been upset?
Its encouraged me to speak now. Id probably have waited a bit. He grinned at her almost
artlessly in the darkness. Im not much of a capture but Im what you need. Believe it or not,
Ive never been wanted in my life, and its a surprisingly good sensation to live even on the
fringe of it. I dont know much about kids, but I wouldnt object to having Keith around, if youd
marry me.
It was only then that Lou absorbed what he was offering; the implications smote her with the
weight of a sandbag, so that she simply gazed at his thin, deprecating features with
bewilderment and dawning comprehension.
But its fantastic, Greg. I couldnt use you like that!
Dont be absurd. I want to be used. Besides, look what Id be gaining! A sweet, clear-eyed girl
and her little cousin, someone I could cherish, someone whod nurse me when the fever caught
up with me, someone to play around with and show the country.
He didnt say someone to ... to make love to. Lou was grateful for that. But she was too
mixed-up to consider the matter carefully and coherently. She shook her head.
Its the kindest thing Ive ever heard from anyone, but I cant marry you as a way of escape.
It wouldnt be fair to you, and we might eventually find ourselves in an impossible situation.
Ill bet you cant think of a better way out.
The present is rather overwhelming, she admitted, but Im not entirely at its mercy. I ought
to be able to think of something.
He spoke gently. No, lifes like that. You dont control your own destiny. There may be times
when you think you do, but more often than not something creeps up on you and takes
control, and you see what small potatoes you really are. Thats how it is with people like you
and me.
Perhaps. Youre really very kind, Greg.
The note of disillusionment came back into his voice. Nice old Greg, thats me. But I mean it,
Louabout marrying you. And when youve thought it over youll decide its not such a bad
idea, after all. If you let Ross marry first, youll lose the child. Marry first yourself, and hell be
yours for keeps, because possession in such cases is still nine points of the law. That feeling
you had for Dorothy Weston went deep. Youll never feel right if you give up her child.
The bald statement hung on the air for a minute. Then he switched on the car beams.
Think youll be able to drive in the dark?

She nodded. It isnt far now.

Ill go ahead in the jeep and you follow. If you dont show up soon Ross will have the whole
district alerted. Feel more chipper?
Yes, thank you, Greg.
He got out of the car and let her move in behind the wheel, touched her hand. Think it over
tonight, Lou. If youll marry me, I swear Ill devote the rest of my life to making you happy.
She managed the ghost of a smile, but said nothing. He closed the door, bent and touched
his lips to her cheek and at once went back to the jeep. She waited till he had pulled out and
passed her, then started the car moving, and followed him.
Greg took the turning through the coffee trees and kept up a moderate speed. Then
suddenly she saw him give the stop sign, and braked herself; and then the estate car swept
past the jeep and drew up beside the saloon. Ross got out, and Lou realized, with only mild
surprise, that his eyes were green and fiery, his lean face angular with fury.
Yet he spoke coolly. I decided to look for you. Where have you been?
For a drive. I met Greg and he...
But Greg was there, more assured than he usually was with Ross. Lou was worried because
shed grazed a thorn tree with the car. I told her youd understand. It was dark and she wasnt
too familiar with the car so I led the way.
All right, offhandedly from Ross. Ill take over now.
But Im not sure you realize...
I said it was all right, snapped Ross. Get going, Greg.
But perhaps because he had recently taken a further step towards regaining his selfrespect, Greg was in militant mood. I dont want you to blame Lou for anything, he said. I
kept her latetalking.
About yourself, no doubt. I believe you.
Greg stiffened. You intend giving me the sack when the three months are up, dont you?
I havent thought about it yet. What has that to do with this particular moment?
Just this. Ill leave as soon as you like. And when I go, Lou and Keith will go with me. Ive
asked her to marry me.
Ross Gilmores expression changed only slightly. He flickered a glance at Gregs face, saw it
strangely obstinate in spite of the graceful chin, and then he looked at Lou. Perhaps he
noticed that her smooth young face had become hollow-looking and shadowed, for when he
answered Greg it was quietly and without roughness.
It might be as well to have something to offer a woman before you propose, he remarked.
Well leave it there for tonight shall we? Im afraid youll have to get the jeep out of the way
before we can move.

For a moment Greg was defeated. A muscle contracted in his jaw, he managed a creditable
Goodnight to Lou, and went back to the jeep. It roared away.
Ross straightened beside the car. Just drive round in front of the garage, he said. Ill put
the car away later.
She obeyed, and when she reached the garage she slipped out of the car a second or two
before he could manage to extricate himself from the estate wagon. She was in the porch
when he joined her, steeling herself against whatever he might say.
But he merely held wide the door and murmured coldly, Go straight through and change. Ill
tell the others you were slow because you found the car a little difficult.
By the time Lou had changed into a plain blue linen and used a lipstick, a little of her courage
had returned. She went to Keiths bedroom and received a reproachful stare. He was sitting up
in bed with his toy rifle across his knees and his arms folded.
You didnt give me any supper, he accused her. And you didnt hear my prayers, either. I
had to have Auntie Elinor.
She did it beautifully, Im sure.
She was O.K. but she sighed three times. In the same breath he said, Auntie Acland may
go back to England to see a doctor.
More upheavals, Lou thought Would you like to say your prayers again?
Not more than once, he replied firmly. And I dont want you to read to me, either.
Very well, but theres no need to be cross about it. You cant have things you own way all
the time. You had a pleasant morning and an exciting afternoon with Uncle Ross. That s not
bad for one day.
But Im not going out with him again for a long time. Now that you have the car will you take
me to the Lake?
Perhaps.
Paula said she might take me, but I dont want to go with her.
Ignoring her own rigid set of rules, Lou asked, Dont you? Why?
He tilted his freckled nose. She takes no notice of me or else shes all gooey. She doesnt
play properly. You do.
Im glad you like the way I play. Why the gun in bed?
I was going to shoot you. Bang, bang.
And you thought better of it?
For the merest second his eyes were dark, as if shadowed by the ghost of something he
couldnt quite remember.

Then he cried happily, Well, if I shoot you youll be gone, wont you? I want you here with me,
of course!
It was all the reward and stimulus she needed. Lous eyes glistened as she kissed Keith
goodnight, but after she had put out the light she dabbed at them with a handkerchief. When
she walked into the living-room she looked bright and apologetic. She took a drink from Ross
and carried it to the dining-table, where the other two women were already seated.
Mrs. Acland, still colorless and slack, ate a finger of chicken and a slice of tomato. Elinor
Weston took salad which she hardly attempted to eat. Ross, taut and exasperated, dared Lou
with a glittering, narrowed glance to be as finicky. She accepted the plate of chicken he cut for
her, almost choked on it, but made a show. The meal ended and Ross took his coffee to the
small study.
Elinor Weston was lighting her thirtieth cigarette of the day when she asked, Do you know
where I can buy a bottle of brandy? Im not sleeping too well and I thought that if I kept a bottle
in my room I could swallow a tot each night.
Mrs. Acland replied, rather sharply, Im sure Ross wouldnt mind you having a nightcap to
take to your room. Theres no need for you to keep a private stock of drinks.
Elinor drew her long thin body upright. She looked down with distaste at the faded silk print
she was wearing and then deliberately crossed to the cabinet and poured a stiff brandy. She
turned, holding the brandy high.
The best medicine in the world, she said. Ive been missing it.
She went out and along to her room. Mrs. Aclands startled glance met Lous. She talks as if
shes already tipsy.
But she isnt. Thats Elinors first drink since shes been with us. Lou was anxious. Ought I
to stop her?
A woman of her type and age? You cant, my dear. One drink wont hurt her.
But Ive the impression that she used to drink rather much at one time. Its bad to start up
again.
Mrs. Acland shook her head. We cant make ourselves responsible for her sins. Shes a very
unhappy woman. She thinks that responsibility for Keith is the answer to her problems, but it
wouldnt be. She should have married.
Lou nodded. Has Ross told you what hes going to do about her?
He was going to pay her passage to England but Martin Craddock asked him to wait a bit.
Theyve discussed it a good deal, I believe. Martin is one of those dear souls who believe that
every path crosses another for some good reason; he feels the time will come when well see
what is best for Elinor. I think hes being sentimental. Elinor is headstrong and shes always
managed her own life, for better or worse. No one could do anything with her.
Im not sure. It seems such a pity she should come all this way for something thats turned
out to be quite empty.
Mrs. Acland looked at the damp palms of her hands. I feel a little like that myself. I used to be

so interested in Chekwe and its restricted social life, but all I can do at the moment is lament
the heat and wonder how much longer I can stand it.
Dont you feel any better at all? asked Lou, concerned.
Not really. She hesitated. Theres something I feel I ought to tell you. Ross doesnt know,
and I dont want him to know. You promise to say nothing?
I promise! said Lou warmly.
Youre a sweet and sensible girl and I find it very easy to love you. Mrs. Acland sighed. Im a
nuisance. About three months ago I had a slight heart attack. I got over it very quickly and was
quite well when Ross wrote asking me to come out here. My doctor assured me the air trip
wouldnt do me any harm, so I came as soon as Ross wanted me. When I first arrived I thought
Id soon be sprightly, but that little attack I had must have robbed me of something. Im afraid Ill
never feel quite well while I stay.
Im terribly sorry, Mrs. Acland. Keith murmured something about your going over to England
to see a doctor but I didnt question him. Shouldnt you leave soon?
While I rest I cant come to harm, and Ive seen the Chekwe doctor. She smiled and added
helplessly, How can I make Ross pop the question to Paula? Once theyre engaged Ill happily
go home. Im sure Paula will want to be married from her place in Hampshire, and I could attend
the wedding easily. I can just see the whole thing the birdlike eyes went very soft. The
church on the edge of the estate is ancient and ivy-covered and theres a long paved path
from a lychgate into the porch. The whole district would turn out, and there would be hundreds
of people at the reception in the old manor house. Paula will make a ravishingly beautiful bride,
and it would do my silly old heart all the good in the world to see Ross married. You know, Lou,
you have to be old to get this kind of feeling. To young people there is always plenty of time.
Lou felt a compulsion to stand up and tidy the coffee tray. Have you ever asked Ross why
he hasnt yet proposed to Paula?
The older woman gave a gentle laugh. Many times, but you know Ross. Hold your horses,
Auntie Maud. All in good time. If I told him why its become urgent to me hed promptly forget
all about getting married and fuss me over to England himself!
Lou thought, treacherously, I could tell him! And then shrugged the idea away. She held out
a hand. Ill help you to your room. And if you want anything at all just ring the bedside bell. Ill
leave my own door open a few inchesand I shall be reading for an hour or two.
Youre going to bed? Mrs. Acland willingly leaned upon Lous arm. Its such a pity theres so
little excitement for you. A friend of mine in England has a daughter of your age and she s
always dancing and disappearing on camping holidays even in the worst weather! Im sure you
dance well, but here you dont have a chance even to keep in practice. I shall tell Ross...
He came into the corridor from the study, took his aunt s other elbow. Yes? What will you
tell Ross?
That this child must have more fun. She came in tonight looking as if shed been chastised,
and all because shed had to find a little excitement on her own in the car.
Well do something about it, Ross said abruptly. I dont like this slow gait of yours, Maudie.
Its not like you.

I dont like it myself, dear, she replied equably, but its so pleasant to have you two
solicitous that I shall probably keep it up for as long as possible. She stood in the centre of her
room and disengaged her arms. You may leave me now. Are you going out, Ross?
Out? No.
I thought you might be going to play cards with Martin.
Youre losing that light touch, darling, he said, giving his aunt the benefit of his studied and
relentless charm. I have no date with the Craddocks. He kissed her temple, lightly.
Goodnight, sleep well.
Lou and Mrs. Acland exchanged quiet goodnights and Lou came out of the room, leaving the
door ajar. She had taken only a pace or two towards her own room when Ross came behind
her and took her arm in fingers that bruised.
Lets go back into the living-room, young Louise, he said in a cool undertone. I believe we
have something to discuss.

CHAPTER EIGHT
Ross went to the window and looked out, flicked a speckled lizard from the sill and briefly
inspected a bright green praying mantis which clung to the edge of the curtain. Lou saw that
his faint smile was taut as steel; if she could have thought of something to say she would
have hurried it out But the silence grew, till he performed the familiar action of digging his
hands into his pockets and leaning back against the wall.
He said, Be nice if we could just be happy together, for a change, wouldnt it? No knife-like
glances, no smart remarks, no searching around for emotions where they dont exist. I cant
remember when this house was peaceful.
You can hardly blame me for that she said in low tones. I didnt want to come here any
more than you wanted me. I really dont think we have anything to talk about.
No? Im your oldest friend in these parts. Wouldnt you like to confide in metell me some of
those magic details that led up to Gregs eventual surrender? I thought every girl in love had to
confide in someone.
Thats not shatteringly funny.
Its not meant to be. I was merely inviting you to have first throw, but if you decline Ill have it
myself. Why did Greg ask you to marry him?
Not very flattering, are you?
Maybe I dont feel that way. What I really meant waswhy did he ask you this evening,
particularly? Surely we should have noticed something in the air, some subtle warning from
cupid?

Youve mentioned the possibility before.

But I wouldnt have thought it was imminent I know Greg. In his way hes as unsettled as
Elinor Weston and just as keen on grabbing an anchor, but hes a man, and a man has to be
willing to take responsibility before he marries. Gregs always stayed clear of ties.
So have you.
But Im not afraid of them. A pause, then in metallic tones: Hes had plenty of practice at
love-making. How do you like his style?
She looked away from him. Your opinion of Greg is lower than he deserves. He was simply
kind and gentle.
Then he means business. But you left it hanging fire, didnt you?
You seem to know everything!
It was fairly obvious. Gregs mulish fit was a damp squib because he wasnt sure of your
support. A pause. Why didnt you tell him outright that you had no intention of marrying
him?
Her lips quivered, as if stung by sudden pain. Perhaps I was uncertain enough to want to
think it over. One could do far worse than marry Greg Allwyn! He offered marriage because he
thought it was a way out for me ... and Keith.
If you leave Keith out of it theres no need for the marriage. Is that what you mean?
She smiled; it was a bright automatic movement of her mouth. You cant believe Greg is in
love with me, can you?
Yes, I can believe it. You d be a lot less difficult to love than some of the women hes fallen
for, and to him you have the advantage of being the dear little someone who sheltered him
one night when he needed it. Hes gone trite and turned a new leaf. I may be a cynic, but I cant
quite take it from Greg.
Then why did you give him a chance here at Mulera?
He shrugged. I had nothing to lose. I had no manager and I knew Greg could do a good job if
he had no distractions. When I offered him the post there were no women here at Mulera, and I
wasnt expecting anyone but my aunt.
Her voice dipped sharply. You always imply that Greg is the worlds most hardened
philanderer, but I find it hard to believe. To me, hes always been ordinary and friendly.
Are you sure? Can you truthfully say that hes never held your hand or given you a chaste
kiss on the forehead? His lips thinned suddenly into a smile that held a hint of cruelty. Ah, I
thought not. His routine is far more stale than it was when Beau Brummell used it. What do
you suppose comes next? Ill tell you. He keeps assuring you that he only wants to make you
happy. He strokes your hair...
Oh, stop it! Lou gripped her hands tightly on the back of a chair. Youre doing your best to
cheapen everything Greg does, and I wont listen. What if he has known lots of women? Im
certain youve known a good number! Maybe he hasnt been so masterful with them but thats

not a bad thing. You cant brand a man for life because hes flirted a bit before wanting to
settle down.
He said savagely, I dont want to, but Ill darned well see that he doesnt hitch up with
someone innocent as a babe! What do you know about marriage at all, let alone with
someone like Greg? When you live close to a man the flaws are apt to show through. Believe
me, basically, Greg is a number of flaws patched together. He s a born philanderer,
fundamentally selfish and fundamentally juvenile. This ... reformation began the night you took
him in from the rain. He knows enough about women to realize youre not the type he usually
attracts, so he became what he hoped you wanted. For a while he may be able to keep it up,
but if you were to marry him the mask would gradually fall. Youd find yourself tied to a
dilettante at forestry and farming ... and women!
Would the sort of man youre describing ever take on a wife, let alone a boy of five as well?
Ross came away from the wall, moved slowly towards the cabinet He might honey, he said,
his voice sardonic and unpleasant. Keith has a little money and you could be depended on to
be thrifty and even to take a job if it became necessary. There are not many women wholl do
that in this country. In any case, if things got tough he could rat on you, just as he walked out
on his first assignment in Nyasaland.
There was no answer to this. Lou stood there, her knees trembling. She remembered how
frank Greg had been about his own shortcomings, and in spite of herself she wondered
whether he werent creating an alibi in advance.
And then all conjecture and argument seemed futile. She wouldnt marry Greg or anyone
else. She was just using Greg Allwyn as a weapon against Ross; it was the only one she had.
She heard clinking, felt a glass placed in her hand, took a sip of gin and orange and placed
the glass on the table. Ross drank half his whisky, rocked the amber liquid for a moment before
asking, with deceptive casualness,
Why did you go out in the car at that hour, Louise? She had expected it to be his first
question and had been half prepared with an answer. Now, though, it caught her off-balance.
She tried the drink again, said as coolly as she could,
I felt a bit low and I hadnt driven a car for some time.
Those scratches cm the wingwhat was it, a thorn tree?
I cant tell you how sorry I am. I know you take a pride in keeping the vehicles free of that
kind of thing.
Im not angry over the marks themselves; they can be obliterated. I merely want to know
exactly how they were caused. You see, he said slowly, I put the car away and took a look at
them by torchlight Ive yet to meet thorn branches that wont bend and make curved
scratches. Those on the wing of the car are absolutely straight and parallel and theres a slight
dent in the middle of them. He paused and asked softly, heavily, A thorn tree?
She looked down at her fingers. No, I caught the side of the jeep.
How? he shot at her.
Im not quite sure. I wasnt thinking very clearly. It was my fault, not Gregs. My fault entirely.

That car packs forty horse-power, he said grimly, and you were mad enough to drive it and
think about something else. Where did you go?
She took a dry breath past the ridge in her throat "Not far. Only ten or twelve miles. Ross,
Ive said Im sorry...
Her voice caught, and Ross clamped down on whatever he had been about to say. He
shoved his glass down on the table with a slight thud.
Youd better go to bed, he said. Ill deal with Greg in the morning.
Need you? Id rather talk to him myself.
Why? he asked sourly.
Because he hasnt hurt me, and I dont want to hurt him. His proposal is my businessnot
yours.
Youre too soft-hearted and fearful, he told her impatiently. I never knew anyone so much
in need of a man!
A little color came into her cheeks, and a swift throbbing was visible in the hollow of her
throat. She put a hand to the gold-brown hair and the action helped her past the moment of
stress. She managed to move sensitive lips in a smile, and as she stood there, slender and
sweet in the simple frock, there was something untouched about her, a qualit y that almost
any man would recognize as rare.
Go to bed, Louise, he said abruptly.
You wont act hastily with Greg? she pleaded.
Ill think about it
Please dont hurt him any more. Its generally hurt that starts people on a peculiar way of
living, and I do know that Greg wasnt happy as a boy.
For Petes sake! His eyes had a warning glitter as they looked at her. If youre in love with
the chap youd better fall out again pretty quick. If its only pity, save it for a more worthy
object. And now for the love of heaven will you go to bed. You look as if you need someone to
put you there!
She moved towards the door. Youre so terribly difficult to speak to, so intolerant.
Sometimes, Ive wondered what on earth I could do if...
He was looking at her pleading eyes, and after a second or two he softened slight ly. Why
dont you come to me frankly, and let s talk things over? Anything would be better than to
have you seriously considering tying yourself to a chap like Greg Allwyn. He paused, and
added non-committally , If its full charge of Keith that youre after, youll have to find a
different type from Greg.
She said, tiredly, I suppose so far we havent done badly. Keith hasnt the least idea that
you and I are at loggerheads.
Were notnot about his upbringing; weve almost become adjusted. His mouth pulled in,

sarcast ically. Ideally, I suppose, we should have married each other. But then it takes
something more than someone elses child to bring a couple together, and wed never quite
trust each other, would we? At least, Id never trust youyoure so keen on keeping the boy
that youve even considered hooking up with a weak character like Greg! So well have to find
some other solution, wont we?
Somehow, Lou kept her tones light. Are you sure you havent already found one?
Thats clever of you, Louise, he said offhandedly. Well go into it some other time. He
opened the door and stood there, aloof and polite. See that your windows are fasttheres a
wind getting up. Goodnight.
Baffled and hurt, Lou went to her room. She undressed and stood at the window in her
pyjamas. The moon was gone and the breeze was stronger, whipping away the sweet, lonely
song of a bird in the trees. Nearby, a disgruntled shrike berated its mate and something
scuttled over the grass.
A window banged, and she listened to make sure that it was not Keiths. No, it was in Elinors
room, straight across the corridor. It banged again, and Lou frowned, wishing Elinor would
secure the bar before the noise could waken the boy or Mrs. Acland. There was a silence, and
then another thud. Lou slipped her arms into her tailored silk dressing-gown and opened the
door. She rapped on Elinors door, received no reply and went into the room.
It was in darkness, except for the starlit square of window. The curtains billowed, the window
grated and swung. Lou went over and pegged the bar, turned and saw that Elinor was
dragging back the mosquito net. The bedside lamp flowered suddenly, and Elinor was visible,
leaning back into her pillows with one hand pushing at the reddish hair.
Hallo, she said dazedly. Want something?
The window wasnt fastened. Didnt you hear it?
I was heavily asleepthe brandy, I guess. My first drink for months. Sorry the noise woke
you.
It didnt. I was just going to bed. Lou moved as if to leave her, but she was held there by the
look in Elinors eyes. It was a dull, hopeless look. Can I get you something?
Sure, flippantly. Get me another brandy.
Do you mean it?
Elinor shook her head. No. Sit down and talk to me for a bit.
From Elinor, this was an unusual request. Lou sank into a cushioned wicker chair about a
yard from the bed, and drew her gown about her knees.
What shall we talk about?
Me. Im leaving Mulera.
Soon? When did you decide?
Its crept up on me. I shouldnt have come here, really, but I did have a sort of hope that Id

find the answer to one or two things. Seems there isnt any answer. Keith doesnt care for
me...
He does like you. Children naturally fight shy of unhappy people, but if you were happy with
him Im sure hed love you. Where will you go?
Im not sure. This is my first visit to Africatheres plenty I havent seen. I might get to the
coast and find a post of some sort.
Lou said gently, Do you still feel you cant settle here?
Elinor reached for the inevitable cigarette. Want one? When Lou had declined she lit up for
herself and blew smoke. Im finished with the EastIm sure of that. But settle? Ive reached a
point where I cant settle without a good reason for it. I thought Keith might be an excellent
reason, but I realize now that though he might be good for me, Id be bad for him. Id let myself
dote on him because Ive nothing else. Besides, hed miss his father more with me than if he
stays with Ross.
Surely youll marry some time, Elinor?
She shook her head, looked at the grey tip of her cigarette. Ive given up even thinking it
might be possible. I dont know why it is, but since Iv e ... matured, I go for men like Martin
Craddock. Her smile was resigned and without humor. Dont worry; Im not in love with Martin
Craddock, but hes the steadfast, true-blue type that my stupid, wandering soul seems to
fasten on to. Its understandable, I suppose. Thirty-two isnt such a vast age that you dont
occasionally feel the need to lean upon someone.
Oh, Elinor. And for a moment Lou could say no more. She watched the thin face, the long
nervous fingers.
They revealed far more than Elinor could have known. Lou said, Why cant you settle
somewhere near here so that you could often see Keith? Martin would be only too happy to
have you as a friend.
Come off it, Lou. Elinor squashed out the half-smoked cigarette. Martin Craddock couldnt
allow himself to be involved with someone like me. Besides, he has a woman in Zombadidnt
you know?
Good heavens, no!
Shes the widow of a government manvery top-drawer. The man died about eighteen
months ago, and she went to England. I believe Martin wrote to her but gave up hope,
because she didnt answer his letters. But apparently the woman decided to give them both
plenty of time. Anyway, she arrived in Zomba about the same time that I arrived here.
How do you know all this?
Elinor shrugged. Weve talkedMartin and I. Its odd, but I believe I understand that ... that
other man in Singapore far better since Ive talked a little with Martin. She sighed,
philosophically despondent What a mess life can become. For goodness sake get married
while youre young, Lou. As you grow older you find yourself looking for a certain typeand
theyre always rare!
After a silence Lou said, Dont do anything in a hurry ... please! Ross doesnt want you to

leave, and its possible than he might help you to find a post in Nyasaland. You cant be Keiths
guardian, but I hate the idea of your leaving him entirely. She hesitated, and said softly, Hes
like Dick, isnt he?
Very much, Elinor nodded broodingly. Id like him to grow up that waybut he wouldnt if
he lived with me. Im too much of a failure.
I dont believe it. For a woman alone I think youve done wonderful things during the past
eight years!
As a matter of fact, Elinor said with the jaded smile, I do far better on my own, these days.
When youve no one to mull over your troubles with you dont think about them. In Chekwe, Ive
committed the cardinal indiscretion for a woman of my background; perhaps because Ive kept
my own counsel for a long, long time I now find that having spilled a little, I carry on
unburdening myself.
Thats good. Its cathartic.
Maybe, to an extent. Elinors smile lost the worn look. Its nice to have someone here who
genuinely wants me to stay. I wont, Im afraid, but I do appreciate it. Perhaps Ill come back
some time, but I feel I must get away soonwithin a few days.
Lou got reluctantly to her feet. She asked tentatively, Would you have stayed if Martin
Craddock hadnt told you about his ... his own private hopes?
Now youre being girlish. Im far too shopworn to have fallen suddenly in love with your
District Commissioner. Im going because my reason for coming has fallen away. Im not giving
up my claim to Keith, because I never really had one. In any case, hell be happier with Ross and
Paula; theyll give him a balanced childhood.
Lou found herself nodding automatically and moving towards the door. She envied Elinors
subjective outlook. I hope the wind wont keep you awake. Goodnight, Elinor.
The easiest way to forget ones own problems for a while is to shoulder someone elses.
After that brief conversation with Elinor, Lou felt a compulsion to do what she could for her, yet
it was difficult to work out how to act. There was no sign of Greg the following morning, but he
had obviously worked as usual, for when Ross came in at lunch-time he said he would be free
all afternoon, and that he had invited Paula and Martin for tea. Martin, it seemed, was due for a
week of official business in Zomba, and young Peter Whyte would have to carry on in Chekwe.
As four oclock approached, Lou was surprisingly calm. She put on the powder-blue blouse
and a white skirt, looking young and vulnerable as she helped Ali prepare the large tea trolley,
and wheeled it close to the french window. It was still too windy to eat outdoors, but the
window was pegged open and let in only a breeze, which stirred the heavy curtains and rippled
over the white mosquito netting which covered the trolley.
Mrs. Acland sewed, a gentle smile on her lips. Elinor lounged in her usual uncaring fashion,
and she had not bothered to change from the faded silk she had donned this morning. Ross
looked big and handsome, in off-white linen slacks and a short-sleeved white shirt that lay
open at the neck, showing his teak-brown throat. When Martins car slid round the drive, he
went down to meet the two Craddocks.
The three of them came in, Paula looking like a beautiful and rare delphinium between the
two brown men. She smiled sweetly at Mrs. Acland, bent and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

Dear Aunt Maud. What a pity you cant stay here with us always!
Mrs. Acland patted the coral-tipped fingers. Its one of my greatest regretsespecially this
year. Her meaning glance was almost pleading as she turned to Ross. My dear, theres
nothing makes me happier than to be here with you and Paula and everyone else, like this. But
I think that in the future you will have to transfer to England for a couple of months, instead.
Not that theres anything wrong with me, she added hastily. Its simply that I long to be your
hostess, for a change. Paula, how is that place of yours in Hampshire going along these days?
From all accounts, very well, was the airy reply. Jim Mordaunt, who manages the whole
thing for me, is a wizard. He actually makes the estate pay its way.
Jims quite a fellow, commented Ross. He ought to have a place of his own.
Martin wrinkled his nose at his sister. He wouldnt put so much heart into it Jim hurls himself
into the job because thats what Paula demands of him.
Darling, you make me sound like a slave-driver. Im fond of Jim.
So you should be. He makes possible those glamorous jewels you wear. He turned to Lou.
Well, my childand how are you? You look tired.
Paula, from her chair beside Mrs. Acland, smiled sharply Youre overdoing the fatherly act
Martin. Lou is merely discovering that the climate of Mulera doesnt suit everyone.
Ross slid a glance over Lous face as she bent towards the trolley and removed the net.
Been playing with Keith? he asked.
No. Hes absorbed in those crocodile eggs. He swears one of them moved when he looked
into the box this morning, and he only leaves them for long enough to swallow a little food. He
doesnt even answer when you speak to him.
Martin laughed. That shows how high we rate in a childs esteem. Hed swop the lot of us
for a crocodile egg.
He went on speaking, easily, while Lou poured the tea, and Ross, in his unerringly deft
fashion, handed the cups. She saw Martin in a new lightas a man who at last realized
domestic happiness was within his grasp. No wonder he had been so kind and understanding
to Elinor; no doubt he felt he must share the cautious happiness that was seeping into him.
Lou felt so pleased for him that she would have liked to tell him that she understood his
feelings. But he didnt need understanding from Lou Prentice. Tomorrow he would leave for a
week in Zomba, and when he returned he would probably announce his forthcoming marriage.
Thank heaven, she thought soberly, that at least one of us is getting what he wants.
They chatted and laughed, Ali wheeled away the trolley and Elinor excused herself and went
to her room. Mrs. Acland decided to rest for a while, but Lous normal offer of assistance was
forestalled by Paula, who ignored Lou and sprang up, affectionately giving the older woman
her arm.
Let me help you for once, Aunt Maud. I want a little chat with you, anyway, if you re not too
tired.
Of course Im not, dear, but I do find it helps if I rest my back fairly often. Well talk in my
room.

When they had gone, Lou stood hovering near the french window. But Ross said, Come and
sit down, Louise. Youre about as restful as the wind out there. Have a cigarette.
She held it to the flame he offered, felt his fingers brush hers as he withdrew the lighter. The
cigarette tasted horrid, but she smoked it and looked away from the men, at the blowing trees
in the garden. Petals flashed by, then an angry bird that hated being lifted by anything but its
own volition. The men talked about an accident which had happened in the darkness on the
wind-tossed Lake, about the cotton that should be picked as soon as possible, about an
African court case which promised to hit the headlines.
Then Martin said quietly, Decided what to do about your aunt, Ross?
Ross nodded. I think so. Im sending her home. She doesnt complain but its obvious she
wont be thoroughly well while shes here. But I dont want her to travel home alone. He
sounded impatient as he added, Nothing moves quickly when you want it to. Id like to take
Maud to England myself, but Im so tied that Im afraid it wont be possible.
Have you thought of asking Elinor Weston to take it on?
Yes. It would be the best way of paying her fare; shes too darned proud to accept it for
nothing.
Lou looked round at the men quickly. I dont think Elinor wants to go to England. I was
hoping someone would think of some way of keeping her here.
Martin leaned forward, his rugged face kind and smiling. Thats what weve been doing, he
said. She told me a week ago that she couldnt stay another day, and Ross persuaded her to
relax for a bit.
You did? said Lou slowly, looking at Ross. Why should you want her to stay?
But Ross apparently had become intolerant of the subject. Both Martin and I had what we
hoped was a good reason but its gradually fading out. Well give it a few more days, and after
that well come to a decision. Whats it to you, young Louise?
Id like Elinor to be happy.
Oh, sure, youd like everyone to be happy. I suggest you concentrate on yourself for a
change.
Im tired of myself.
Martin was alarmed. Thats no way to be, at your age! I was hoping youd found someone in
Greg Allwyn whod make you happy for the rest of your life.
Lou went scarlet. Ross looked coldly satirical.
I forgot to tell you, Martin. Allwyn doesnt want to stay after his three months trial. I thought
he wouldnt.
What will you do?
Get hold of a young learner-planter. Theyre always earnest and stay for at least two years.

If I get a good one, Ill cut him a share of the plantation to keep him. Its the only way.
But Martin returned to his first query. Why are you tired of yourself, Lou?
They waited for her reply, Martin concernedly, and Ross with that dark intent look in his eyes.
She wished to heaven she hadnt made the statement.
I suppose I feel useless and ineffectual, she said, and I do like to have a glimpse of the
foreseeable future.
Why should you worry about the future? put in Ross. Let things move at their own pace.
Youll be taken care of.
I dont want to be taken care of.
Yes, you do, he said caustically. You want a good many things youre not aware of.
And one or two things I am aware of! she returned. I want a job like the one I left in
England, and I want to be free.
Ross was unmoved. He shrugged. Theyre screaming out for teachers all over the place.
And no one is free, my child.
No one except Ross Gilmore? she demanded.
Even I, he said with a maddening smile, am no exception. For years Ive let Mulera run my
life. Ive decided to put an end to it but when I do therell be somethingor someoneelse Ill
have to consider. I wouldnt want things any different.
Martin looked pleased. Glad to hear you speak like that old chap. Its a welcome change.
About Elinor WestonI might be able to fix her up with a post while Im in Zomba.
Ross gave him a cool half-wink. Youll have enough to do fixing up for yourself. I still feel we
ought to wait a while.
Wait for what? asked Lou, a little vexed. Elinors capable of packing up and leaving within
an hour or two, if she decides on it.
Ill deal with it, little one. Just think about yourself for a change. Let things slide, and stop
going overboard for every man who looks as if he might be willing to take on Keith as well as a
wife.
Martins eyes widened, but before he could comment, Lou said angrily, Go on, Mr. Gilmore,
tell the world! One of these days Ill be able to say to you exactly what I think. Itll be a field
day!
Come now, Ross said, mockingly. Youre a young and normally lighthearted person; your
dearest wish is to see everyone happywe all know that. Surely youd like me to be happy
too?
Lou felt as if she had swallowed an ice cube. She had known for some time that there was
nothing she wanted more desperately than Ross happiness, but she had also known that his
capacity for happiness and the quality of it that he needed were unlike that of other men. He
was more demanding, more possessive, more shrewd about such things than any other man

she had ever known; she was sure of it.

Perhaps it was fortunate that Paula came back just then. Ross saw her seated, asked if his
aunt had gone to bed.
Paula nodded her ash-blonde head and turned upon him a softened blue glance. Shes all
right, darlingjust a little too old for the sudden change in climate. She says she feels fine.
Just a little. Lou was glad that Mrs. Acland had told no one else about that slight heart
attack in England; it made her own relationship with Ross aunt a shade more intimate than
anyone elseseven Ross.
Still, I dont like keeping her here, he said. I may take a week off soon, and fly over to
England. She might have that empty cottage on your estate for a while, Paula.
Well, I... The faint protest died, and Paula smiled again. I did tell Jim Mordaunt he could
have his mother there, more or less permanently, but Im sure it could be arranged for Aunt
Maud to take it for a few months, though I doubt if shell care to leave her flat. Well see,
anyway. She slanted a look at Lou. Our young friend appears to be a trifle upset. What have
you been talking about?
Nothing very disturbing. Louise can feel unsettled for other people.
But for herself, too, said Paula sweetly, and with a pointedness that Lou could not ignore.
Ive thought several times that she must be disappointingly in love.
Ross spoke with crisp incisiveness. Youve got it wrong, Paula. Louise isnt in loveshes
simply trying very hard and finding it awfully exhausting. Care for a stroll?
Its still very windy.
Well make it a drive, then. He was standing, looking down at Martin with an arrogant smile.
Ill eventually take Paula home, Martin. Stay with Louise for an hour. Shes a bit blue.
Lous vexation cooled, the anxiety Paula roused lost importance. She lay back in her chair
and conversed with Martin Craddock, thought how peaceful it would be to love and be loved
by such a man. When, some time later, he rose to leave her, she realized that for at least
fifteen minutes she had pushed Ross and Paula well back into her mind.
For three days, little happened. Martin went off to Zomba, the wind died, and Ross put in
hand the building of a new shed. Greg either stayed on the job or in his bungalow, and apart
from a brief note in which he reiterated that he still wanted to marry her, Lou had no contact
with him. She wrote back her thanks and regrets, hoped he would fix up in a good post when
his trial term was over.
In the house, the constraint was noticeable only to Lous highly sensitive mind; at least, that
was her impression. Mrs. Acland was gentle and busy with her embroidery, Elinor smoked and
looked up old copies of the Central African newspapers for clues to the business opportunities
and Keith lost interest in the crocodile eggs and asked whether he couldnt go over to see Mr.
Gilchrist again. Ross, a little impatiently, told him he must wait.
Lou said tentatively, I could take him, if youll trust me with the car again.
Ross looked dour. You can use it; I havent had time to get it repaired yet. Which,

presumably, was meant to imply that he wouldnt be surprised if she scratched the other wing,
and repairs might as well wait till it had happened. She flashed him a glance of hate, which he
returned glossed over with ice. If anything, the atmosphere between them became more
brittle.
But next morning Lou started out with Keith in the car. The air was cool and fresh and the
glimpses of the Lake showed the crystal perfection of the morning. It was a day freshly-made
and innocent, and Keith burbled cheerfully about the Gilchrist house and its nature reserve
garden. They found the thatched dwelling and the retired military man who had enclosed two
hundred acres of his land in order to rear antelope and zebra, wildebeeste and many smaller
species of game. They drove into the reserve and stopped at the river, where a sated lizard,
four feet long, lay across a stone and idly watched the gauzy red insects and watersnakes
and outsize spiders. From the opposite bank another hippo and her baby plodded into the river
and cavorted, and during the silences there were other furtive and distant splashings.
Crocodile and lizards, Mr. Gilchrist explained.
The heat, in that jungle enclosure, was exhausting. The man drove them back to his house
and gave them fruit drinks piled high with ice, and then he saw them into the car, bade them
come again and waved them off.
Keith dozed on the way home. Lou drove at moderate speed and wished she could stay out
all day. More than anything she was in need of a day of unblemished tranquillity. Yet she was
longing for something to happen.
As it turned out, the rest of the day was more than mildly disturbing.
She left the car under its usual wide tree, took Keiths hand and went indoors with him. They
washed together in the bathroom, and Keith decided he would prefer to eat in the kitchen, if
no one minded. Lou saw him seated near the fan, watched him start on Scotch eggs and
grilled tomatoes, and then made her way to the living-room.
Ross was there, taking a drink. He poured something for Lou and gave it to her. He looked
across at Elinor, who was smoking and drinking lemonade near the open french door, said
offhandedly,
My aunt is having lunch in her room. I think Ill have mine in the study. Excuse me?
Elinor lifted her shoulders. Why shouldnt we all spread through the house? Would you
rather eat alone, Lou?
Im not hungry.
Nor I.
Then Ill stay and make you eat, said Ross savagely. Im damned if Ill have a couple of
starving women on my hands!
Elinor looked surprised. Lou hurriedly drank from her glass.
It was terribly hot in the nature reserve, she said. Im sorry if...
He gestured to cut her short Relax, for heavens sake. Wheres Keith?
Hes eating in the kitchen.

Then wed better...

He stopped and listened to the crunching sound of a car on the gravel, strode across to the
window which gave a view of the drive. Lou watched him, saw him stare intently, cast a glance
back into the room and then walk out into the porch. She heard him speaking, and the voice of
another man, and for some reason she turned and gazed at Elinor. Elinor, who was dead white
and very still, cigarette crumpled so tightly into her fist that she did not feel the burn.
They came in, Ross and a slenderly-built man of thirty-eight or forty. Lou transferred her
stare to the tight, teak-brown face, saw the greenish-hazel eyes focus sharply upon Elinor as
Ross spoke to her.
Friend of yours, it seemsa Mr. Randall, he said suavely. Traced you here, all the way from
Hong Kong.
Elinor hadnt moved and she wasnt even looking at the newcomer, she looked as stiff and
disjointed as a figure strung by wires. Mr. Randalls teeth were obviously very tightly clamped,
but otherwise he gave nothing away.
Ross spoke again. Help yourself to a drink, Randall. Im sure you and Elinor have things to
say to each other. Come along, Louise. Well lunch in my study after allthe two of us.
Dazedly, Lou felt her arm gripped, her whole body guided from the room. Could this visitor be
an answer to her longing for something to happen?

CHAPTER NINE
The man in travel-creased khaki drill stood there for some moments before he permitted
himself to speak. Then he pressed a hand over darkish hair which was streaked here and
there with grey, lifted a rather rugged-looking chin and said, his voice uneven with emotion.
I had to come, Elinor. Its been a long time, but Ive found you.
By now, Elinor was completely in command of herself. She dropped the crushed cigarette
into an ashtray, wiped her hands with a handkerchief. Whatever the strain she might be
feeling, none of it showed in her cool half-smile.
Youre a long way from Singapore, George.
A long way. He paused, looked drowningly at the tray holding bottles and glasses. Do you
mind if I avail myself of Gilmores offer of a drink?
Why should I?
Please, Elinor. Dont sound so uncompromising. You havent called me anything that I
havent called myself during the past months. You didnt give me time to take things in.
Have your drink, George.

He poured, doggedly, took half a glass of whisky at a gulp and came to sit on a chair that
faced her. He leaned forward, earnestly.
You shouldnt have run away, Elinor. If youd given me just a few days!
Would that have made things any better? You were shocked to discover that Id been
dishonest...
Dont! He swallowed, audibly. If only I could explain how I felt that evening. Id been on top
of myself all day because Id decided to wait no longer before asking you to marry me. You ...
cared for me; I did know that, Elinor ... has it ever occurred to you, since then, that you told me
in the most brutal way you possibly could? You didnt wrap it up or even lead up to it. You
slapped it at me at the very moment of ... well...
Im sorry, she said coldly, but it was the only way I could tell you. I wanted your natural
reaction, not something Id nursed along. You were disgusted and I dont blame you. After that
I couldnt stay in Singapore. I got out the very next afternoon.
I know. I learned it the following day, when I found your apartment already occupied by
someone else. I was frantic and did my best to trace you, but you hadnt left by any of the
normal routes.
I did it the cheap waygot the job of driving some children to a mission up-country. After
that I kicked around for a bit before making tracks by easy stages to Hong Kong.
I did trace you there eventually, but I was too late. Youd left for Nyasaland. If you hadnt told
me about your brother here I might never have caught up with you.
Perhaps that would have been best.
He looked at the sharp lines of her face, at the strangely opaque eyes; then he noticed that
her hands were clenched on the arms of her chair, and his whole expression softened. Will you
listen to me? I do deserve a hearing.
Theres quite a lot. He drew in his lip, and his eyes had the troubled dryness of a man who
has not slept well for some time. I was shocked at what you told meI admit it I turned away
from you and walked out I roamed the streets for several hours and then went home. The jolt
was unbearable, and for a couple of days I couldnt work or think very clearly, but I knew one
thingI still wanted to marry you.
That was awfully noble, George. What sort of marriage would it have been?
Youve been hurt, he said gently, and its natural that you should take it out on me,
because I deepened that hurt, terribly. I havent forgiven myself for it but Im going to ask you
to forgive me. Before I go any further, will you marry me, Elinor?
No, she said flatly, looking out of the french window at the gardenias. You loved me once
and you pity me now. You ll spend the whole of your married life regretting that I was not as
other women but forgiving and cherishing me in spite of it. Your intentions are lofty, but I
couldnt live with them.
She reached for her cigarettes and he struck a match for her, watching her with puzzled
intensity. Patently, he was not a man who knew a great deal about handling emotions,
whether his own or anothers; maybe that was one reason why Elinors confession back there

in Singapore had shaken him so badly. Another reason, of course, was his own age and
integrity; it had taken him several days to accept the fact that the woman he had placed
above all others had once slipped low in an endeavour to marry spectacularly.
You have to believe me, Elinor, he said stubbornly. Because you disappeared Ive had a
long time for reflections. And Ive kicked myself a thousand times a day. Weve never talked
about ityou realize that?
Talking wont obliterate the past.
It can make it unimportant. That mistake you madeit was youthful and in a way
understandable. You were feverish to get what you wanted, and in your own mind it was
borrowing, not taking. If you made the marriage you were after youd have repaid your father
over and over againthat was how you regarded it. But your father was strait-laced, and he
thought too much of money. If youd stolen someone elses husband or their honor, youd have
got away with it. But it was the great god, Money, and the fact that youd lightheartedly lifted
some of your fathers to buy stunning frocks was too much for him. Its strange how much
money matters to some people.
She flashed him an unreadable glance. Dont forget that I did it because I hoped to marry
someone rich and tilted.
But you also thought you were in love with the man.
I suppose I did. She drew at her cigarette, knocked ash from its tip. I dont believe he
noticed that I didnt turn up for that week in the country, and he married about three months
later.
You were punished then. Why do you go on punishing yourself now?
After only a year or so away from England I wanted to go back, but I darent. If Dick had
remained there I might have tried it but he married and came here, so I went on wandering and
working.
He said quietly, And then you met me.
Thats right. If Id been honest with you at the beginning you would gracefully have dropped
away. So I wasnt.
Because you found you ... cared for me?
Her tone became hard and flippant I liked you, George, and it was good to be treated as the
person I was thena woman earning her own living in the East. It took quite a bit of courage
to tell you about myself that evening you proposed, and I wasnt surprised at your reaction.
Ive never regretted anything so much in my life, he said. During the past months Ive
hardly thought of your confession. All I wanted was the find you again. That shows the impact
wasnt much more than momentary. Elinor, he laid a hand over hers on the arm of her chair, I
want to marry you. I want it more than anything in the world. I want to make up to you for all
the empty years, and for the unhappiness Ive caused you myself. What you are is what your
experiences have made youthats what I fell in love with. Were not children, my dear, but
were still young enough to create a bright new shining world for ourselves.
She dropped the cigarette into the ashtray, flicked jerkily at the grains of ash on her skirt.

Then she humbled herself to a point she had never thought possible; her head slipped down
sideways, till her cheek lay on the hand which covered her own. George Randall let out a deep
breath of relief, and gently stroked the reddish hair.
In the study, the scene was rather different . The room was too small, thought Lou, too
restricting. Ross and his mood would have filled the space, but Lous presence overflowed it.
They ate from a tray which had been set on the desk, and though Ross was so close that
their knees almost touched, he was as withdrawn as the stars. It took Lou some minutes to
find the courage to question him; but inevitably she did.
Mr. Randall is the man Elinor knew in Singapore, isnt hethe one she was going to marry?
Yes, was the brief answer.
Im so glad. He looks nice.
They all look nice to you, honey, with an edge to his tones.
She ignored this. Elinor said hes a similar type to Martin Craddock, and thats what she
needs. But how did he get here?
By plane, and the normal transport from the airstrip.
I mean, how did he know where to find Elinor? Shes been to several places since leaving
Singapore.
Ross jabbed at a melting curl of butter and wiped it on to his plate. You can always find a
lost friend if youre determined.
But its a long time since Elinor left Singapore.
He made it. What more do you want?
Lou sighed, and popped a tomato that was no larger than a grape into her mouth. After a
moment she said, Dont you want to admit that you had something to do with the mans
arrival here today? Both you and Martin talked about persuading Elinor to stay on; you were
waiting for Mr. Randall, werent you?
We were hoping, thats all. And dont mention any of this to Elinor.
Of course I wont, but Id like to know what happened. I just cant see you in the role of a
match-maker.
Then dont try, he said. Elinor told Martin a good deal about Randall, and he and I talked it
over. We both have acquaintances in Singapore, and we put through some enquiries by
telegram. Then we telegraphed that hotel in Hong Kong where Elinor worked, and heard that
Randall had been there, which meant that he was still keen. So we cabled some money to the
hotel and told them to let Randall know in Singapore that Miss Weston had gone to
Nyasaland. Shed have been bound to tell Randall about her brother, and the rest was up to
him. Well, hes here.
Lou absorbed this, then said, Wont Elinor realize that someone must have told Mr. Randall
that she had left for Nyasaland? I dont suppose she told anyone in Hong Kong, and in any
case he would have found it out himself when he went to the hotel.

When you start tampering with other peoples affairs theres always a risk, he said abruptly.
Its just possible that if she didnt, shell still let it rest for a while and be happy that Randall
came so far for her.
Yes, said Lou thankfully, that does prove he loves her, doesnt it?
Oh, sure. Theyre as good as hitched for life already.
Do you have to be so disagreeable about it? If anyone deserves happiness at last, its
Elinor. Lou paused, her eyes widening as she thought. Youve been so impatient about Elinor
you even said she was unstable, and so on. Why did you do so much for her?
Believe it or not, I did it mostly for you. You were always so sorry for her, made excuses
when she behaved oddly and even suggested that she had a right to Keith. He speared a
slice of cucumber. Besides, I was anxious to get rid of a few of the complications at Mulera.
Lou put down her fork, asked evenly, Am I one of the complications?
Youre nearly all of them, he said dispassionately. If you hadnt come to Mulera, Allwyn
might have made a go of it, I wouldnt have had to get my aunt out so soon, and I certainly
wouldnt have had Elinor Weston under my roof if Id been here alone with Keith.
If I leave, then, your problems will disappear.
Its too late. He thought of something, gave her a long stare. My aunt is always saying that
life here isnt excit ing enough for you. Would you like to stay with some friends of mine in the
mountains for a week or twoyou and Keith?
Well ... yes, she answered guardedly.
Good. That will leave me free to take my aunt over to England. Ill fix it up. I shant be away
more than two weeks.
And when you come back?
His eyes narrowed. Another problem, isnt itbut Ill straighten it out. He poured black
coffee rather more roughly t han was necessary. You dont know how good it feels to have
things moving. If theres one thing that gets me its the threat of frustration.
And if theres one thing that gets me, she said tightly, its your cool assumption that you
can leave me to be straightened out when you have the time. What you refuse to
acknowledge is that Im just another person in similar circumstances to your own. We each
have our own lives but we have to share responsibility for Keith, which means that our lives are
bound to touch occasionallybut thats all.
Is it? Arent you losing sight of the fact that youre only a girl?
Does that make me less important in the world than you are?
His jaw hardened but he spoke without heat. No, it doesnt. Why cant you accept that Ill do
whats best for you? You wont believe itbut thats what I want to do, very badly.
There was that in his expression which stopped Lou in her tracks; a darkness, an angry
sincerity. She looked away, sat back and noticed that her napkin was tightly crumpled

between her hands in her lap.

Well, what do you want me to do? she asked in low tones.
For a start, you might trust me. Just do as I ask for the next week or two. Once Ive landed
my aunt in England Ill be able to concentrate on other things. I want you to go to these friends
of mine, have a good time with them and wait till I get back before acting in any way.
I can ... try it.
His appetite seemed to have departed, with hers. He pushed away the tray, got out
cigarettes, lighted hers and then his own. He smiled, but there was no humor in his expression.
We have romance under the roof, but the atmosphere isnt so different, is it?
Not between us, but it isnt likely to be.
Do you ever wonder why? he asked curtly.
Sometimes, though the reason is fairly obvious. We arent in the least alike.
To be good friends we don t have to be alike. Have you ever thought how we might regard
each other, if wed met normally, without that little bone of contention called Keith appearing
on the scene?
Frankly, I dont think wed have met. Id never have come to Nyasaland and youre hardly
likely to come into contact with kindergarten teachers when you go to England.
I dont know. His eyes had a green glint in them. Last time I was in London I scooped up
from the pavement a number of packages belonging to a pretty little nurse. I might have had
to do something similar for you.
If you had, she said, tidying her cigarette on the edge of the ashtray, you have accepted
my thanks as you did the nurses, and gone your way.
Maybe. He stood up, and was much too big, took the pace to the window and looked out.
Therell be more wind before this spell clears up. I did say Id take you on the Lake some time,
didnt I?
Yes, but I wont keep you to it.
Stop the backchat, he said sharply. Lets be matey, if we can. By the time Im less tied up
the windy period will have passed. Well go down to one of the islands for a day.
Very well.
There was a silence. Then he asked, non-committally, Not missing Greg, are you?
I like his light humor.
So have a lot of other women. The savage note came into his voice. What the deuce has
the chap got thats so appealing to a girl like you? He cant give you any of those things youre
afterpeace and security and a home thats entirely your own.

He can be tender and understanding, which count a lot.

What Ross would have answered was problematical. He had no time to say anything before
an eerie shriek blasted through the house. Lou got to her feet and raced after Ross through
the corridor to Keiths room. The little boy lay sprawled on the floor near an overturned chair,
his hand clutching the box which had contained the crocodile eggs. All about him lay
fragments of eggshell among which crawled several sluggish grey things which, on closer
inspection, proved to be newly-hatched crocodiles.
Lou stared, sickly. Normally, she loved small animals, but these things were incredibly evil and
the slime made them look as if they had just crawled from primeval mud.
Ross yanked Keith to his feet and said, Good lord, the kid was right. The eggs did move.
What happened, Keith?
The little boys gaze was fixed and shining. In faraway tones he said, I got on a chair to look
in the box on the top shelf. Then I saw them. Arent they wonderful!
I wouldnt say that. Were you frightened?
Of course not, he said indignantly. I was only surprised. You see, I thought I must have
been wrong, so I gave up hope. I only looked in the box because he thought for a second
because I always do, I suppose. Arent they lovely, Lou?
Not very, darling. In fact as she watched the revolting little reptiles she felt herself go pale.
She stepped back. Im afraid you cant...
Her voice failed, and Ross suddenly saw her pallor and the tightness about her mouth. He
slipped an arm round her, lowered her to the armchair, whipped out of the room for a glass of
water and came back to hold it to her lips. She sipped, drew a deep breath. Im sorry.
Thats all right. They are pretty horrible.
Theyre beautiful! exclaimed Keith. Im going to keep them in the bath.
Oh, no, said Ross firmly. Youll keep them at Mr. Gilchrist s reserve. You may watch them
grow, but not here.
Youre saying that just because Lous scared!
Im not scared, said Lou. I merely find them disgusting.
If youre not scared, chanted Keith, youll pick them up.
Get a bucket, and I will.
He pranced out. Ross said softly, You didnt have to take a dare from a five-year-old. You
go too far, Louise.
Why did you let him have those beastly eggs?
I didnt know they were fertile. Gilchrist himself didnt know. You d better go and lie down
while I get rid of this mess.

And let Keith think Ive bolted? Never!

Dont be absurd. Youll never be able to touch the thingsyou know that!
Yes, I will. I wont have Keith think...
But Ross had mercilessly taken one of her hands and opened it wide. Gripping the fingers, he
reached down for one of the tiny reptiles and placed it on her palm. Her hand shook, she bit
her lip so hard that a trickle of blood showed, against the whiteness. The wet grey thing
slithered on the floor, and Ross pressed a handkerchief into her palm, took her arm and halflifted her from the chair.
Come on, he ordered. You didnt murmur and we believe youre brave.
Im staying, she said. Im all right now.
Fortunately, Keith did not return alone, so there was no need for a demonstration from Lou.
Behind him came Elinor and George Randall.
We were a long way up the garden, Elinor said. Ive never heard such a scream in my life.
It was me, Keith told her proudly. Then he glanced up curiously at Mr. Randall. Are you
going to live here too?
Faint red came up under the mans tan, and Elinor smiled, a little tremulously. Hesitantly she
said, George refuses to ask you to let him have a bed on the veranda, Ross, but I dont mind
begging another favor. It wont be for long.
Ross spoke far more cordially that he could possibly feel. Itll be a pleasure, Randall. Got any
plans?
Keith lost interest in grown-ups. He slipped down on to his knees and lifted the crocodiles
one by one and placed them in the bucket; there were seven of them, and he sat brooding
over them as a child will brood over anything new-born.
George Randall was saying, in shy but purposeful tones, We want to be married as soon as
possible. We might go to a magistrate in Zomba. The District Commissioner could probably
help us.
Well all help you. Glad you made it. So is Elinor, I guess.
But Elinor was too cautious about her new-found joy to say much. It would take her weeks,
perhaps months, to accustom herself to the knowledge that she was a wife and very much
loved; that the past which had dogged her so cruelly could be forgotten. She smiled softly.
For the moment Im just grateful. Im not even going to ask how things have happened this
way.
Then, naturally and without the least shrinking, she bent beside Keith and looked into the
bucket poked inquisitively at one of the reptiles and laughed with the child at the resultant
wriggle.
Rooms a bit crowded, commented Ross. Suppose we all have a drink together, to wish
you two lovebirds all the best.

Arrangements for the marriage were surprisingly uncomplicated. Martin Craddock had
returned, and promised to issue the necessary licence at once. He looked happy and serene,
presumably because his own affairs were proceeding smoothly, and within a day or two he
announced that his colleague in Zomba would perform the ceremony at a private house in the
district.
Quietly, Elinor altered a smart white suit for the occasion, and she went into Zomba for a
new hair style and brightening rinse. She returned late in the evening, looking younger and
more vital, and at dinner Lou noticed her awakening appetite, her lack of interest in cigarettes.
The marriage of Elinors was the best thing to come out of Dicks and Dorothys accident. Lou
wished Dick could see his sister now!
Lou wore pastel blue for Elinors wedding, and Keith wore navy linen shorts and a white shirt.
They were taken in the estate car and followed by Paula and Martin in the tourer. Mrs. Acland,
to her regret, had to stay at the plantation, but her wishes were warm and deep, and she had
insisted that Elinor accept a pair of ruby ear-rings as a gift. Gifts had naturally been a little
difficult, but Elinor stated that it was so lovely having friends of her own at her wedding that
gifts would be anticlimax. However, Ross had somehow managed to procure some silver
tableware, and Lou had bought house linen at the general store and quickly embroidered each
article with an ornamental R.
The marriage took place in the wide veranda of a country house set among poinsettias and
palms. Below shimmered a river which ran to the Lake, and overhead spread flight after flight
of wild geese and a straggle of herons that flew so low that the red spots above their white
ear-lobes were visible. The flying geese meant coming winds and perhaps rain, but now all was
calm and full of promise.
Elinor gave her responses quietly and confidently, George Randall sounded rugged and firm.
A gramophone played Bach while a short procession filed into the lounge for signatures, good
wishes and toasts.
Watching Elinor, Lou felt tears stinging her eyelids. She went forward and kissed the thin
cheek.
Youre going to be happy, Elinor. Im sure of it I do wish you werent going back to
Singapore.
But shes notyet, said Ross, just behind her. Randalls brother is running the business
there for a while, and these two are staying in Nyasaland for at least a couple of months.
At the Lakeside Hotel, Elinor said, nodding. We feel we need it.
Thats marvellous. Im so glad.
Elinor touched Lous arm. Thank you. After a week or so well take Keith off your hands.
Ross has promised. Lou slanted him a quick glance, smiled at Elinor and moved away so that
others could wish the bride well. A cocktail was slipped into her hand and Ross said,
Sit down. Ill fill a plate for you and bring it over. Lou sat and tasted the drink. Ross came
beside her, pulled forward a low table and placed on it the plate he had loaded with savories.
He hitched his immaculate grey trousers and lowered himself to the chair at her side.
He must have noticed the moisture on her lashes, for he said offhandedly, You neednt
weep for Elinor. Shes getting a fine chap and shell give him good value. Or do you feel a wee

bit envious?
Of course not!
Wouldnt you like to hook a man of Georges type? Hes dependable.
Yes, he is, she replied, ignoring his question. Then: When did you promise Elinor that she
could have Keith?
A day or two ago. Theyve booked in at the Lakeside Hotel for a spell, and Elinor rather
wanted it. Once she leaves Nyasaland she wont see the boy for perhaps years. Its only fair to
let her have him for a month or two.
I agree, but you might have mentioned it.
There was no hurry. He waved at her plate. Try the stuffed olives; theyre not bad.
If Eleanor takes Keith for two months I shall have nothing to do. Ross, I really must...
Be quiet, he said softly but peremptorily. You have to let me run this my own way, till we re
free of entanglements. You havent a thing to worry about, young Louise. Not a thing.
In despair, she said, It just isnt possible for you to see the whole business from my angle, is
it? You lost me my job, took away my independence, and you expect me to sit back and smile
about it all! Because he did not reply at once, she went on recklessly, I wish Id agreed to
marry Greg before you met us that day! Hes no less a desirable parent for Keith than ... Paula
Craddock!
Her forearm was gripped so viciously that she grimaced with the pain. In a dangerous
undertone Ross said, Thats about enough. Well never get anywhere by argument. Eat your
snacks, little one, and you may as well drink enough to make you sleepy and unwilling to talk!
He got up, and with the shade of a bow in her direction he moved away and mingled with the
dozen or so other people in the room. But fleetingly, Lou caught a full view of his face. It was
set in angular lines, the jaw inflexible and the mouth thin, as though his teeth were clamped.
Lou knew, fatally, that she had snapped the frail link which had attached her to Ross Gilmore;
some things made him mock, others vexed him, but slighting reference to Paula roused him to
white-hot, masculine rage. Perhaps it was fortunate, she reflected bleakly, that they were here
in the midst of a convivial crowd.
It was good to watch the bridal couple speed away in a hired car, and quite funny to see
Keith thoughtfully inspecting the handful of rice which he should have thrown. Lou rested a
hand on his shoulder, drew him to lean against her. He didnt say anything, but just remained
there, companionably, and let the rice trickle through his fingers. Lou remembered Elinors final
injunction, uttered almost under her breath.
Lou, dear, George and I would like you to be our guest at the hotel for as long as we have
Keithunless you want a change from him. You must please yourself, naturally, but we d love
to have you.
They were being kind, she knew. They wouldnt allow her to feel she was playing gooseberry,
but the latter would be the truth of it. Having Keith with them would be different. He would go
off to play with other children who might be guests at the hotel, and they would have long
evenings free of him. And to Elinor, Keith was a special child, her only relative.

Lou met a pair of china-blue eyes, smiled perfunctorily at Paula and looked down at Keiths
fair head. Paula drifted close, still fresh and dainty in a full-skirted printed dakron that revealed
exquisite underwear.
Whod have imagined that Elinor would inspire devotion in such a man, she commented in a
smiling drawl. I suppose she turned him down in Singapore, or he wouldnt have followed.
So neither Martin nor Ross had given Paula the details of the romance; which was vaguely
comforting.
Lou said, Theyre both in love, and thats all that matters. I only wish I werent going to lose
touch with them again.
Paulas tones were honeyed. Why not tack yourself on to them? If Elinor and her husband
were willing to take Keith permanently, you could go along as third guardian. I believe there are
good teaching jobs in Singapore.
With a sharp glance, Lou reminded Paula that Keith was right there, between them. She
answered evenly, I might look into it. Nice wedding, wasnt it?
I prefer a little more spectacle myself. I intend to marry in the centuries-old church on the
edge of my place in Hampshire. As a matter of fact, Ive written over to the housekeeper,
asking her to get out my mothers wedding veil. Actually, with a tinkling laugh, Im not
romantic about these things, but ones employees expect a dash of youthful sentimentality,
and seeing that blondes always make glamorous brides Ill do my best by them.
Are you going to be married ... soon?
Paulas beautiful face looked aloof and assured, and there was the strange, sapphire-hard
sparkle in her eyes. Early in October. Ive waited long enough.
Abruptly, she turned to speak to someone else. Then Martin appeared again at Lous side.
You and Keith are going home to Mulera with me, he said, with that endearing kind smile of
his. Ross is taking Paula and a few others to the club in Zomba, but I have work to do and you
have Keith on your hands. I thought you could have gone with them, and said that Id deliver
Keith to Mrs. Acland, but Ross says youre tired. I must say you dont look a hundred per cent.
She nodded without speaking. With Martin, she thanked their host and hostess. Ross saw
them to the car, looked into the back seat and said something to Keith, and then roved a cool
glance over Lou.
To Martin he said, Take care of these children, wont you? And youll call in tomorrow to say
goodbye to my aunt? Ive just heard that we have seats on Thursdays plane.
What about injections?
Its less than two years since I last slipped over to England. My last lot will cover this trip.
Want me to keep an eye on Lou and Keith?
Theyre going to stay with the Bains near Vima. Well all get together when I return.
Martin nodded and left in the clutch. Lou lifted her head and stared through the windscreen,

and within a minute or two there was no temptation to look back.

On the whole, Mrs. Acland was relieved next day to hear Ross decision to take her over to
England. Indeed, after a talk with him she seemed to be extraordinarily happy, and that
afternoon she spent more zest on her packing than she had displayed during the whole of her
stay in Nyasaland. Lou had no private moments with the older woman, and it was only from
dropped remarks that she gathered some of the gist of Mrs. Aclands conversation with Ross.
This is the best tonic in the world for me, she said at dinner. And then, without elaborating,
she turned to Lou. My dear, when you come back to England you must get in touch with me.
We mustnt lose sight of each other.
Conventional politeness, of course. Lou answered accordingly. Mrs. Acland went early to bed,
and Lou, murmuring a cool goodnight to Ross as she went followed at once. She slept very
little that night and when morning came it was as bright as ever, not black and empty like her
heart.
Mrs. Acland rested till ten oclock, then dressed in her grey suit and a white blouse. Ross was
out, giving Greg last-minute instructions, no doubt. He got back just after eleven, ate a
sandwich and drank some coffee and changed into a dark lounge suit which turned him into a
complete stranger.
It was then that Lou had her own and Keiths suitcases brought into the veranda; without
being told, she knew that Ross would himself hand his two charges over to the Bains. He
always acted in character.
There were goodbyes to Mrs. Acland, promises exchanged which would probably never be
kept, and the estate car slid away from the house, carrying Keith in the back seat and Lou in
the front. Fortunately, Keith was very much awake and inquisitive. He knew the Bains, wanted
to know if they still had the panting bulldogs. Ross answered him, but that was all. He drove
fast, away from the coffee trees, through a native township where green papaws were
ripening on the roofs and kaffir com was drying in brown heaps, and over a small stone bridge.
They entered mountain country, where tropical fruits grew in orderly rows and tea plantations
greened the hillsides.
It was at a tea plantation that Ross slowed and ran along the front of a square thatched
house. The Bains appeared, a rather fat jolly man who was balding on top, and his wife, who
was black-haired and still pretty at forty.
Well, how very pleasant! exclaimed Mrs. Bain. Weve been longing for visitors, especially
young ones.
These are certainly young, said Ross sardonically.
Leave the bags for the boys to collect. Come in for a drink before you start back, Ross.
Sorry, but I havent really the time. Plane leaves at one-thirty, and you know how it is at the
airstrip when you have luggage to load. Afraid Ill have to leave at once. He gave Lou a
searching glance. Youll have good fun with Mr. and Mrs. Bain. Ill be back as soon as I can get
my aunt settled in her flat with a specialist in charge.
A specialist? echoed Mrs. Bain. Is Mrs. Acland really ill?
Im not sure, but something happened to her before she came out hereIm certain of it.

Shes kept quiet about it because she didnt want to worry me, but shes not herself at all. Im
hoping I neednt be away more than ten days or a fortnight.
Lous heart was heavy. The two weeks were an eternity, and somehow she was afraid,
terribly afraid. But as she said goodbye to him her smile was studied and unrevealing. His
glance raked her features again, then he flung a fabricated smile at Keith and set the engine
running. Bill Bain said, Ill go with you as far as the end of the road, Ross. Ive traced a bug of
some sort among my new plants, and you may know something about it. He got in beside
Ross, and with a wave of the hand Ross accelerated and sped out on to the road. Mrs. Bain
smiled at the two who stood with her on the steps.
Lets go inside. Well have cool drinks and get to know one another.
For about fifteen minutes they talked together, Keith about the crocodiles he had not been
allowed to keep and the bulldogs, which, he learned, were shut up in a shed because one of
them had a fractured leg and the other had to keep him company. Mrs. Bain revealed
something of the leisurely, sociable life she led and Lou smiled and nodded, and grew a little
easier around her heart. Then Mr. Bain returned, hot with walking, and gave himself a glass
half-full of ice chips which had been spattered with whisky.
Wish I could get you to travel by air, he said cheerfully to his wife. Imagine itRoss can be
there, do his business and get back in a matter of days.
Sorry, dear, but I just can t screw up my courage. Is Ross going to let us have a wire before
he catches the home plane?
He nodded. I told him his two young people would be safe and happy with us, so he may
stay on a bit.
Not he, stated Mrs. Bain. Hell come back as soon as he canto Paula.
Her husband drank, lazily. He doesnt have to rush back to Paula. Shes going on the plane
with him.
Lous immediate surroundings rocked, and chilly fingers locked about her throat, but
somehow she managed to retain the party smile.
Mrs. Bain lifted her head and stared at her husband in delighted surprise. There you are! I
told you when they called here for tea last week that it wouldnt be long before they were
engaged. Ill lay you a fiver that theyre going to make some of the wedding arrangements at
Paulas place in Hampshire! What luck for than that the estate exists. I can imagine nothing
more heavenly than having one foot in Africa and the other in England!
Mr. Bain nodded benignly. Well, its time Ross hitched up. Dont you agree, Miss Prentice?
Lou gave the mechanical smile and murmured an answer. She looked at Keith, but for once
drew no comfort from the childs existence. Would she lose him, too? What was she thinking!
She hadnt lost Ross, because you cant lose what youve never had. Thank heaven, she
thought despairingly, that no one knew her world had finally fallen apart

CHAPTER TEN
For a day or two, in spite of the happy-go-lucky atmosphere at the Bains, Lou felt drained of
feeling, and lonely as she had never been in her life before. Then, by degrees, her natural
courage reasserted itself, her mind recovered from the final shock and began to work again on
normal lines. She saw now that she had been feeble; because she had loved Ross, she had sat
back and allowed him to dictate her way of living and even to handle her immediate future.
True, she had flared at him when he had sent in her resignation to the principal of the
kindergarten, and at various times she had stated her case, very frankly. But had allowed her
feelings for Ross and his unfailing thoughtfulness to blind her to what he was doing quite
openly and methodicallyarranging her own and Keiths lives to fit in with his own plans.
It must have been convenient for him to have someone with whom he could leave Keith
while he went off and made his wedding arrangements. Because, of course, he had not gone
to England for his aunts sake; she could have travelled with Paula and saved Ross the trip!
Lou steadied her thoughts and made a resolution. From now on, she would consider only her
own viewpoint and desires. She had made no promises to Ross and was free, within certain
limits, to do as she pleased. For the present, she must stay here with the Bains, but by the
time Ross returned she would have a plan of her own.
Upon which decision, Lou felt calmer, if no happier. But she tried to be happy, and succeeded
in convincing the Bains that she was having a grand time. It was not much effort to enjoy the
mountains and the tea estate, the silver ribbon of the river and its black pools where an
occasional group of hippo lazed and had fun. But the social evenings were more of a strain, till
Lou perfected a bright cool smile and tones to match, to carry her through.
There were parties down by the Lake, car-drives through the valleys and over the hills,
evenings at the Bainss house or in someone elses, when dancing followed eating and
drinking, and midnight singing echoed down the garden. And one day Mrs. Bain drove Lou and
Keith down to the Vima Hotel.
It was one of those dull oppressive afternoons. The sky hung close like an old grey blanket,
and the fronds of the palms were dark and static against the gunmetal ripples of the Lake. The
hotel was half-empty, and as on Lous previous visit, it looked as if the few residents must be
sleeping. There was no sign of life, except a tall Nyasa waiter in white cotton, who lounged
across the shaded garden to serve tea under an old fig tree.
Everythings lively here at the weekend, Mrs. Bain said, as she poured, but I enjoy it when
its like this. I believe the hotel residents sleep solidly from Monday to Thursday.
Lou smiled. What sort of people come here?
Men on leave from Central Africa, a few hardy fishing types from the south. In the rains the
hotel is empty, and they open only at weekends, for people like us to meet and have a gay
time. Last year a family was marooned here for three weeks; the road was under water.
Lou looked down over the Lake. Its such a tranquil spot, she commented. I never see the
deserted beaches round the Lake without thinking of the crowded coast of England.
They had finished tea and were smoking a cigarette while Keith explored the footpaths
down to the Lake, when a car pulled up on the gravel front of the hotel. Lou stared. It couldnt
be. But it was!

Its Elinor and her husband! she exclaimed. Excuse me a moment, Mrs. Bain, and Ill bring
them over.
She ran across to the hired car, reached it just as Elinor and George Randall straightened on
the gravel. Elinor was brown and smiling, and she held both Lous hands tightly, as if it were
months since theyd last seen each other.
How lovely, she said. I told George you were somewhere in this district and that we might
see you, but I didnt expect it to happen on the day we arrived. We got here at about ten this
morning.
Lou greeted George, and turned back to Elinor. Are you staying in the hotel?
She nodded. Its higher than the Lakeside and the views are better. We drove over
yesterday and booked in, arrived this morning and weve just been exploring the other bays to
the north. Is Keith with you?
Yes. Come over and meet Mrs. Bain.
They all sat together and ordered more tea. Keith strolled up holding a mountain tortoise
that was no bigger than a large coat button, and he smiled chummily at Elinor and actually
gave the tortoise into Georges keeping.
I may find another, he told them gravely as he moved away. I have to have two to raise a
family.
George lifted an eyebrow and made no comment. He looked healthy and serene, and his
glances at Elinor were those of a man who has never looked at another woman and never
wanted to.
How long do you expect to stay here? Lou asked.
Elinor smiled. Till were tired of it, but I dont think we shall tire quickly. This is the first
thoroughly lazy time either of us ever had, and laziness grows on one. Our two months may
stretch into three. She leaned forward, one forearm on the table. Well have Keith as soon as
you like, Lou. Theres plenty of room in the hotel, so you can come as well.
Oh, no. Youre very kind, but I wouldnt do that.
Then may we have Keith?
Unexpectedly, George Randall added his persuasion. Wed like to have him just as soon as
youre ready to let him go for a few weeks. Why not leave him with us now? Ill come along for
his clothes and things myself.
Lou was startled. Its awfully sudden. I know hes supposed to be coming to you soon, but
wouldnt you rather be free for, say, another week?
The sooner we have him the better, said Elinor. Its rather a good idea for us to take him
while youre staying with Mrs. Bain. If you wont come and live here with us, youll be able to
come down and see him anyway, so that the break wont be too abrupt.
George said practically, Lets ask Keith himself. He stood up and called, and Keith trudged
up, shaking his head.

I havent found the other one yet. It may take hours, he told them.
George smiled at him. Could take days. How would you like to stay with your auntie and me,
right here at Vima? Then you could look for tortoises and other crawlies every day.
Keith considered the offer. Is Lou staying?
Lou answered. No, darling, but Ill be with Mrs. Bain for a few more days. Its not far away. You
knew you were going to live with your auntie and uncle for a while, didnt you?
Keith nodded, charmingly. Auntie Elinor wont make me have lessons. Ill stay.
But Elinor put in smoothly, Therell be lessons of some sort, Keith, wherever you live.
He sighed resignedly. Ill be able to swim, anyway. And Lou must come every day.
George clinched the deal by going off to arrange for the childs room, and Lou fought down
the lost feeling and told herself that it would be good for Keith to be with a couple who were
not only closely related to him, but who would be bound to agree upon matters concerning
himself. In any case, it was only for perhaps a little over two months.
But it was distinctly odd to travel back alone with Mrs. Bain to the plantation, and later in her
room, as she packed Keiths clothes, Lou faced the stark fact that she was no longer needed
here in Nyasaland, or anywhere else.
She saw Keith next day, and the day after, and then she missed a day. The next time she
went down to the Vima Hotel she was alone, driving herself in Mrs. Bains ancient coupe. She
found that the Randalls had taken Keith up the mountains and would be back at six. A
message had been left that if she called she was to wait and have dinner with them. But Lou
was reluctant to keep Mrs. Bains car for so long Because the air was hot and sticky, she
ordered an iced drink and sat under the fig tree to write a note for Elinor. After it was finished
she sat on for a few minutes, savoring the warm breeze and the scents of the rock plants
which grew in profusion on the slope down to the Lake.
Then she saw someone climbing the slope, a thin, sandy-haired man in shorts, white shirt
and coolie sandals. Greg Allwyn! Lou leaned forward and called softly. He looked up, smiled
delightedly and took the rest of the slope swiftly, so that when he arrived at the iron table he
was too breathless to speak at once. He sank on to a garden chair, seemed to drink in her
small tanned face and the streaky brown-gold hair.
I wondered if you might come here, he said. Then he took a breath and said apologetically,
Out of condition, I guess. Sorry.
Yes, you are, she said seriously. Doing anything about it?
Maybe I will, some day. Are you here alone?
Lou explained, and as she talked she noticed sweat glistening on his upper lip, and a
darkness round his eyes. Something about him reminded her of that night when she had first
seen him. But he wasnt ill and discouraged now. Or was he?
Are you taking a break from the plantation this afternoon?
He gazed at her for a few seconds and then looked away. You didnt know that Id finished

at the plantation, did you? Im one of those low types who like their revenge. When Ross told
me he had to take his aunt to England I told him I wouldnt be there to look after Mulera. I
hoped hed get mad, but he didnt. He turned the tables, neatlytold me that he hadnt been
going to rely on me, anyway, that hed arranged for a friend of his to look over the place every
day. He also said hed pay for the full three months on condition that I left Mulera within a few
hours. So I did.
Oh, dear, she said, distressed. You do make things difficult for yourself, Greg. What have
you been doing since then?
Loafing. Comparatively, Im in the money. Dont look like that. Theres nothing to be
miserable about. In a week or two I may apply for my old forestry job.
But its such a pity, Greg. You could have made such a good thing of Mulera if you hadnt...
Touched Ross where it hurt he ended quietly. I fell for someone whom he considered his
responsibility. I wasnt good enoughit was fatal. He shrugged, then smiled with his old
nonchalance. If youve lost the kid for a while youre at a loose end. How would you like to join
up with me till the cash runs out? No strings, no recriminationsjust good clean fun?
Afraid it wouldnt work. Besides, you need that money. I wish youd have a thorough checkup, Greg. You dont look really well.
If I have a thorough check-up theyll send me back to England. What would I do in England?
Get well, and come back again.
Im fine. Been tipping the bottle too much, thats all. Tell me your plans.
I havent any yet.
But what will you do while Keith is with the Randalls and Ross is away on his honeymoon
supposing the two coincide?
The question, brutally to the point, stated something which Lous mind had avoided for days.
Her mouth went dry, but she summoned the new brittle smile.
I may be able to find a temporary job of some kind, or I may fix up something permanent and
rent a home that I can share with Keith.
You wont get him, Im afraid. Paula will certainly send him away to school.
Then Ill go to the school and ask for a job. Ive had first class training.
Sounds brave, he said laconically.
They talked for another half an hour, and then Lou gave her note to a waiter and strolled
with Greg to Mrs. Bains car. She got behind the wheel and he closed the door and spoke
through the open window.
Will you come down again tomorrow?
Probably, to see Keith.

Make it a certainty and Ill meet you on the roadabout four?

If you like. But, Greg...
He reached in and patted her hand on the wheel. Im not hoping for anything, Goldilocks. I
think you can help me sort something out and make a decision, thats all.
About your future?
Thats right. He paused, and said with a trace of bitterness, I had to work at Mulera before
I knew that what Id like most is a share in a plantation. Thats the way things happentoo
late.
Not always, she said quickly. Dont ever lose heart; thats the secret.
The kind of advice, she reflected hollowly, as she smiled at him and drove away, which was
easy to give and nearly impossible to follow once one had passed a certain point on the down
grade. She thought quite intensively about Greg that evening. The fact that he had improved
so tremendously during the first week or so at Mulera showed that he had in him the germ of
at least moderate success. It had been bad luck for Greg that Lou Prentice had been on the
spot, to lift his hopes and perhaps unintentionally to torment him a little. She owed it to him to
help him, if she could.
The next morning was grey and windy. Hot gusts swept into the house, bringing dust and
raindrops. By lunchtime all the windows had to be fastened against the damaging, damp-laden
wind, and the air was hot and clammy indoors, the sounds ghostly. Ants came out in regiments
from cracks in the floor, and rainflies found their way in through the vent-windows; horrible,
gauzy, blood-sucking little things these rainflies, but they succumbed in myriads to sprayed
insecticide.
Even the Bains had small appetite for lunch, and Mrs. Bain thought it would be wrong for Lou
to drive down to the Vima Hotel today.
Mrs. Randall wont expect you in this weather, she said. If its fine tomorrow morning you
can set out first thing. That would be wiser.
For an hour, Lou watched the weather, and waited. But the hoped-for respite did not
materialize. In fact, the rain fell faster and was swept horizontally among the trees. The
elements in Africa have no pity. The sun is lethal, the winds have tornado strength, the rain
lashes the earth in such vast quantities that rivers are filled, roads and bridges are washed
away and villages demolished in the space of a few hours. Lou remembered this as she looked
out at the red mud that covered the lawns, but she knew that this was a mild storm compared
with the type that came in season.
She turned to Mrs. Bain, who sat placidly reading. I really ought to go down to Vima. I met a
friend there yesterday and he said hed be on the road to meet me today at four. I cant let him
down.
He wont be therenot in such weather.
Hes awfully unwiseand his car isnt entirely waterproof. I hate to ask for the coupe but I
do think I should go.
Wont he come on here?

He might. Then she remembered. But he doesnt know where I amonly that Im staying
at a tea plantation for two weeks.
Or longer, my dear, if Ross doesnt come back so soon.
Lou thought it safer to ignore this comfortable statement. She said anxiously, Hes one of
those men who worry youdoesnt take care of himself. Hed get thoroughly wet and cold,
and still wait.
Mrs. Bain glanced at the grey shimmer of rain. This isnt so bad, I suppose. Youre not likely
to meet other trac, so if you drive slowly youll be all right. But dont try the return journey, Lou.
Its uphill and the bends are more treacherous. Stay down at the Vima Hotel and well come
down there for dinner. By that time the rain will have stopped or at least well be able to gauge
the condition of the road. All right?
Yes, but Ive no intention of putting you out like that!
Dont be silly. We love having dinner out, particularly on bad days.
Oughtnt we to ask Mr. Bain about it first?
My dear, when youve been married as long as I have youll know your man well enough to
make minor decisions for him. Run along and change. If youre going, the sooner you set out
the better.
Lou slipped out of her house frock and into a turquoise glazed cotton. She made up hurriedly,
buttoned on her raincoat and pulled the hood over the glossy hair. She dropped a pair of highheeled sandals into a bag and went along to the living-room. Mrs. Bain looked at the brown
walking shoes and nodded approvingly.
The car keys are over there in my bagthe front pocket Take it slowly, so that you don t
have to use the brake very much and youll have no trouble. She paused. By the way, you
might ask at the Vima Hotel if they got any mail today. We should have heard from Ross
before now.
Lou hesitated near the door, said in low tones, Youll have a telegram the day he leaves
London and hell probably come by the fast service and arrive here the following day.
Mrs. Bains pretty, forty-year-old face lit up, impishly. Are you looking forward to his return?
No. Lou said it too quickly. It doesnt really mean anything to me at all. As a matter of fact,
Mrs. Bain, I ... I intend to leave as soon as his telegram arrives. I believe its quite easy to get a
temporary post in one of the towns.
You dont want to see Ross? the other woman asked curiously.
Lous young features looked sharp and rather said. No, I dont Im very grateful to him for
bringing me here to you. Youve been so very kind and Ive never felt more at home, but ... well,
this seems the time to break away. Ill keep in touch with Mrs. Randall at Vima Hotel, and if I
possibly can, Ill take charge of Keith when they go back to Singapore. But Im not going back
to Muleraever.
You know what s best for you, I suppose. Mrs. Bain said it lightly, but her usually merry
glance was keen. What if Ross wants you to live there after hes married, to look after the

child?
Lou lost a little color. I wouldnt do it, she said briefly, and turned to the door.
A few minutes later she was backing the car out of the shed and setting the windscreenwipers on the move. Rain beat in through the open window, and she wound it up, to find that
within seconds the windows were obscured by vapor. So the window had to remain open and
the hood of her coat had to be fastened at her throat so that her hair should not be drenched.
It was a journey rather worse than she had anticipated. The road was thick red mud with
rivers coursing between boulders and the verges submerged. Lou sweated within the raincoat
but was cooled by the rain that washed across her cheeks and ran down to her chin. She
drove carefully round the couple of hairpin bends, negotiated a river that crossed the road and
climbed a low hill which, on clear days, gave a five-mile distant view of the Lake. Today the
view was limited to a dozen yards of rain-washed jungle. She saw an uprooted tree which had
miraculously fallen backwards into the growth, and an untidy straggle of pineapples which had
presumably been heaped somewhere to await transport.
Then the hot mist from the lowlands closed in and she saw nothing except shadows and
sudden tree branches which warned her that she was running off the road. The car crawled,
and even with the window down there was a thick mist inside the windscreen. Had Mrs. Bain
forgotten this condition when she had given permission for the drive? Perhaps she had
thought the wind and rain would take care of the mist; but there was no wind now, and the
rain had thinned.
Lou drove on at about fifteen miles an hour. There was a patch of better visibility and she
accelerated and congratulated herself. All this, for Greg Allwyn, who might have had a little
sense today and stayed wherever he was camped. Still, it was good to be doing something.
She liked the Bains, but being shut up in the house with nothing to do was apt to rasp the
nerves. And she was glad she had been able to speak so plainly about her plans. It had been a
good idea, if sudden, to confide in Mrs. Bain at a time when she could not ask many questions.
Then, sickeningly, it came to Lou that if her plan were successful, she would never see Ross
again. She felt sharp agony in her throat, her eyes glazed and her fingers tightened
convulsively on the wheel. The next moment a huge black shape loomed just beyond the nose
of the car. She swung left and braked, felt the terrible jolt which threw her forward against the
wheel, and lost consciousness.
The great sable buck did not pause in its gallop across the mud towards the more abundant
shelter of the trees.
Mrs. Bain read another chapter, made some tea and gave her husband a cup as he came in
from shedding his oilskins. They drank companionably, talked about the effect of unseasonal
rain on their crops and upon the thatched huts of their laborers, and agreed that so long as
the roads were not too bad there might be quite a crowd searching for light entertainment at
t he Vima Hotel tonight Mr. Bain thought it might be a good idea to load his projector and
screen; the hotel proprietor owned a few old films which were always good for a laugh on a
rainy day.
He went off to take a bathe, and Mrs. Bain once more opened her book and lost herself in it;
she was an avid reader. So much so that she did not hear the noise of a car above the rain,
and when there came a tattoo at the door she jumped alarmingly.
The door opened, and she exclaimed cheerfully, Why, Ross! We thought you were still in

England.
He dropped his coat outside, came in with the long easy stride and closed the door. What a
day to come home to! Seeing that my two weeks arent quite up I thought I wouldnt bother to
telegraph from England. Hows everything?
Fine. Do sit downIll get you a drink.
He looked about him. No patter of little feet?
Keith? she said. Hes with Elinor and George Randall at the Vima Hotel. They like it better
there than at Lakeside. You didnt mind our letting him go?
Of course not. Why shouldnt he visit his aunt? Ross took that glass he offered. Thanks.
You seem to be alone here.
For some reason, Mrs. Bain began to feel uneasy; to give herself time she turned to mix
herself a drink she did not want. Bills taking a shower. Did you arrange for Mrs. Acland to see
a specialist?
He nodded. I took her myself. She has to take it easy. No more jaunts out here, Im afraid, but
theres no reason why she shouldnt live to a good old age.
Im glad. Did Paula come back with you?
No. The reply was flat and uncompromising. Except for the rain, it seems awfully quiet
round here.
Yes, it does, doesnt it? she said hurriedly. We were going down to the hotel for dinner, but
if you...
Why shouldnt we all go, so long as the road is usable? There may be some mist down there
but my wagon has fog lights. He drank, gave her a brief, impersonal glance, then asked,
Whats wrong? Arent I welcome?
Dont be absurd. Ill tell Bill youre here.
Theres no hurry. But you can call Lou, if you like.
Lou? she said, and knew she sounded inane. Lous out.
Down with the Randalls for the day?
No, not for the day. She went out at about four.
Four? Swift calculation went on behind the greenish-brown
someone?

eyes. Was she with

Mrs. Bain wished he wouldnt look at her as if it were a crime to let Lou please herself. No,
she was alone, in my old car. She had promised to go to Vima. I did tell her they wouldnt
expect her on a day like this, but she was afraid they ... might.
His glass met the table with a slight reverberation. I got in at the airstrip at four. It was
tumbling down. Why did you let her go?

I didnt really think much about it, said Mrs. Bain, annoyed with herself because not even
her husband had ever made her nervous enough to quiver so foolishly. She seemed to think it
was necessary because this man would be expecting her.
What man? he shot out
Mrs. Bain shrugged helplessly. I dont know. She said he doesnt take care of himself. She
ran into him yesterday and they made the arrangement for today. You know how it is when
you meet someone you havent seen for some time.
Apparently I dont, he said sharply. I cant imagine any date that couldnt be postponed by
this kind of rain. He was already on his feet. Im going down to Vima.
To Mrs. Bain, this was a relief. Yes, do, she said. Bill and I will follow and well all have dinner
together. And Ross, if you...
But he was gone, slamming the door after him. Mrs. Bain stood still for a long moment
listening to the rain and the engine of the estate car. Then there was only the rain, and she
went along to the main bedroom, where she found her husband using two hairbrushes in the
best military style on the diminishing grey hair at his temples.
Ross is back, she said, and Ive a horrid feeling that Paula has turned him down.
Did he say anything about her?
No, but he looks fit to ... to hurt someone.
Smilingly, Mr. Bain said, Dont fret about it. Thats what young people are always doing
hurting someone or each other. As a planter, Ross is terribly mature, but he s always regarded
women as saplings to be kept free of weeds and protected from the winds. Paula may be too
old a hand to care for it.
Mrs. Bain looked her surprise at him. Why, Bill, how wise you are.
He looked complacent. Ill go one step further. A man like Ross would be far happier with a
girl whos intelligent, but only just awakening.
His wife stared at him. Good heavens, she said soberly, I believe youre right. I do hope Lou
got through to Vima without any trouble.
At that moment Lou was driving at crawling pace towards the Lake. There was a contusion
high up on the right side of her forehead which smarted pretty badly and she was still a little
dazed after the brief spell of unconsciousness, but by concentrating she could keep the car
moving at about fifteen miles an hour, and even though it still rained and was misty, she was
nearer her goal every minute.
There was no sign of another vehicle, and it was too late for Greg, anyway. Possibly he had
come to the halfway point waited a bit and then given her up. It was the sensible thing to do.
Her own course was clear. She must reach the Vima Hotel and clean up the mess on her
forehead before making her presence known to the Randalls and Keith. By the time the Bains
arrived for cocktails she might be feeling almost bright. She noticed her hand trembling on the
wheel and held it more tightly. You don t lose your nerve over a beastly cow or something that
decides to hurry across the road in front of the only car in a twenty-mile stretch. In Africa, such
hazards were common, and it had merely been unfortunate that her first experience of them

should happen in a teeming mist.

Far better to think of something else; the best way, for instance, of getting a job that would
last a couple of months or longer. Any time now, a telegram would arrive from Ross, and she
had to be well away from the Bains and from Chekwe within hours of its arrival. Greg might
help her there. He would collect her and her luggage and drive her to Zomba or Blantyre, She
really must see him today if she could.
Her eyes closed momentarily against a wave of dizziness, but she forced them open and
plugged away with the little old coupe. For a while she didnt think of anything. Then suddenly
she was aware that the mist had taken a yellow tinge, and golden lights shone blindingly
through the rain and threw back a glare in the mirror. A car came level and stayed there, and
with an effort she turned her head and looked at the driver. Her heart froze but she braked
automatically.
The other car shot ahead and stopped in front of her, and within seconds Ross was
wrenching open the nearside door of the coupe and sliding into the seat. Without speaking, he
took off the drenched hat and used a handkerchief over his steaming face, got out of his
waterproof. Poised between love and terror, Lou sat absolutely still, staring ahead at the water
pouring over the window. She couldnt have spoken first had her life depended on it.
So he turned up, said Ross in a savage undertone. Did you do your petting in this car or in
his?
She moistened her lips and shook her head, was thankful that her injury was on the right
side of her forehead and hidden by the hood. I dont know what youre talking about.
It was Greg Allwyn you came to meet wasnt it?
Yes, but I havent seen him.
Id rather hear the truth. I happen to know that you left Mrs. Bain at about four!
Youre the first person Ive ever seen since I left the house.
He was silent for a moment Then: Its nearly six. What have you been doing?
There was mist and it held me up. I ... stopped for a while.
Indistinctly he said, Your cousin lost her life travelling by car in a mountain mist . Didnt you
remember that?
Lou didnt answer. Rain drummed on the roof of the car and gurgled in rivulets along the
road. Lous fingers were still gripped whitely on the wheel, but she was breathing more easily.
She had intended never to see him again yet already her heart was warming and thudding,
and telling her that this was Ross, who had come back after an age in England.
She heard herself saying, You got back a little early.
I did what I had to, and came on the first plane I could.
Was your aunt all right?
Yes. A pause. Why didnt you tell me about that slight heart attack she had before coming

to Nyasaland?
She asked me not to. I did save her all I could while I was at Mulera.
I know, but you should have told me.
Your aunt had reasons for wanting it kept quiet.
Im aware of them, he said curtly. Decent of you to abet her, in such a cause. Too bad Im
going to disappoint you both.
She did flicker a glance at him then. What do you mean?"
He. spoke through tight teeth. My aunt wanted to hang on at Mulera till I proposed to Paula.
Thats why you kept her illness to yourselves, so I hear.
Lou deliberately held her emotions in check, but she could not help asking quickly, You said
youre going to disappoint us. Do you mean you ... youre not going to marry Paula Craddock?
Thats right little one. He sounded fed up and angry. Ive had enough of the subject of
Paula. Ive had it for weeks from Martin and my aunt, and I flatly refuse to have it from you.
Paula stayed in England. Leave it at that.
Another silence. Lou uncurled her fingers from the wheel and looked at the palm of her hand.
It was as wet as she felt under the raincoat. In fact, her whole body throbbed with damp heat,
but her spirits had lifted a little. Im glad Paula wont have Keith, she said.
Its nice that youre glad, was his cynical reply. And then, with a thread of iron in his tones,
Whats on with you and Greg again? I cleared him out.
We met by accident yesterday. He thinks I can help him make a decision.
Oh, sure. Anyone else can make their own decisions, but not Greg. Hes found someone
whos all sympathy for the weak, and hes not going to let go till she refuses to be
hoodwinked. His tone changed. Youre not to see Greg againdo you hear? Let him go back
to forestryif theyll have him.
Youre awfully hard, Ross. Greg could do a good job if he were helped. In time, he would
have managed Mulera even to your satisfaction; you didnt give him a chance.
I couldnt keep him at Mulera. He made it impossible when he asked you to marry him!
She half-turned to him. I dont see why... she began, and tailed off in fright at the darkness
and fury of his expression.
Jab the knife right home and twist it, he said tightly. I still cant decide whether youre
completely innocent of your own powers or using them for all youre worth! Youve resented
every damn thing Ive tried to do for you, given affection and sympathy to a man you couldnt
possibly love enough to marry. I can take just so much!
She lifted a nervous finger and wiped sweat from the side of her nose. Even in his anger
Ross must have noticed the gesture. He pushed back the hood of her coat, told her to undo
the buttons, and lifted the coat from her shoulders and laid it over the back of the seat. Then
he wound up the window for several inches. The turquoise frock left Lous shoulders bare

except for the narrow straps. They were slim shoulders, and he seemed conscious of the
heaviness of his own hand over the fine skin. His hand dropped, he studied her profile. Havent
you been sleeping? he asked.
Oh, yes.
You havent much color.
She tried to smile, without looking at him. What with the rain and the heat, Ive lost my
make-up.
Somehow, sarcasm got back into his voice. Havent been pining for me, by any chance, have
you?
Her mouth trembled, treacherously. Are we going on to Vima?
Presently. Theres something I want to understand before we get moving. Youre different,
Louise.
Am I?
He waited a minute before saying, Ill tell you why I didnt send a wire to announce my
departure from England. It occurred to me that Elinor might have taken over Keithshes been
very keen to have himand that the moment you knew I was on my way home youd get
yourself lost till the time came to take Keith back into the fold. Was I right?
Her silence answered him. He drew a breath, said with leashed violence, Its amazing what I
know about you, isnt it? Amazing that one person can learn so much about another without
getting the same response! But we cant go on for ever like this.
Roughly, he took her shoulders and turned her towards him. Then he saw the red swelling
up near her hair line and grey eyes that were near to tears. His violence fell away, suddenly
and almost completely. He drew her close, pressed his cheek to her temple and slipped fingers
under her hair, to keep her there.
Tell me about it, he said thickly.
She managed it, haltingly and in muffled tones, and ended, I passed out, but not for long.
But I darent go on driving till I was sure of myself, so I just sat there till I felt capable again. It
doesnt hurt much. She gave a shaky laugh. It was better than bumping the cow.
It was probably a buck. Even out here we shut up cows in bad weather. I keep a first-aid kit
in the wagon. Ill back up level so that you only have to step from this door into the seat.
But we cant abandon the coupe.
Itll be all right. Well get it shipshape for Mrs. Bain tomorrow.
He managed the transfer swiftly, and with a gentleness that Lou tried to ignore. With her
coat about her she slid from the coupe into the estate car, and was relieved to find the air cool,
the spacious interior empty. While he found an iodized dressing and fastened it over the graze,
she watched his lean face with a wondrous dawning hope. He was so very gentle, actually
winced himself as if the hurt were his.

He was closing the box and pushing it back into its compartment when he said offhandedly,
Youre beginning to realize that Im in love with you, arent you?
She was, yet the spoken words were a delicious shock. Ross, I cant believe it. We ... weve
never got really close. It ... it seems...
Yes, I know. He sounded a little grim. Every blamed thing was against us. But its true. Its
time we did get a little closetime you stopped using the rapier. I know Ive been a brute
occasionally, but somehow it wasnt to be avoided. There were people all round ustroubles
galore, and most of them didnt concern us, though we had to be dragged into them. Even this
afternoon you were on your way to Gregrisking your life for him. How could you, Lou!
It wasnt as bad as that. I really cant help feeling sorry for him. She stared at him, her
cheeks hot. You ... you did say you love me, just now?
Yes, I said it!
You called me Lou, for the first time.
Did I? Have you any notion at all why Ive always called you Louise?
I thought it was to be different.
You were absolutely right . It made our relationship just slightly different from any other. A
pause. It doesnt make much impression, does it to know that I love you?
She quivered. It goes so deep into me that ... that I cant speak about it. And it seems so
utterly improbable. Youve been so angry lately...
Hell! How much of it do you suppose I can stand? Ive been badgered from all sides, and you
yourself were battering at me almost up to the last minute before I left. He faced her, looking
lean and dark-eyed. I went away feeling as if Id left my life behindit was shattering.
She said breathlessly, You look vital enough now. Oh, Ross...
He took her into his arms then, to demonstrate just how vital he could be. He was kissing her
hard and hungrily, and each kiss sent wild tremors along her nerves.
At last she drew her head back, and looked at him with the rapt expression of one who
knows she is in heaven and yet cant entirely believe it. And Ross looked back at her with
mounting passion in his eyes, the incredible, exultant passion of a lover.
I didnt think youd ever fall in love, she whispered, and never with me.
He laughed suddenly. Its certainly more tormenting than I expected, but Im thankful to the
roots that Ive found you.
Ive always thought of the antagonism between us as being fundamental. It was so real.
He let her relax a little in his arms. It was Keithdidnt you realize that? He brought us
together, but you dont marry because youve been made co-guardians of a child. And ever
since you made your first impression on Martin Craddock Ive had the horrible suspicion that
youd marry just to give Keith the right kind of a home.

It isnt true. When Greg offered it...

Tell me something, he said a little tensely, and be quite honest. Would you be prepared to
let Elinor and George have Keith for good?
She looked straight at him. It wouldnt be right, would it?
If I demanded it, would you be prepared? he repeated stiffly.
Yes ... yes, I would.
His laugh was a trifle unsteady. All right, Im not going to demand it. All I stipulate is that we
get in a honeymoon while theyre in charge of him.
She did something she had never, even in dreams, conceived of as possible to Lou Prentice;
she held his face in her hands. I love you, she said, and Ill always love Keith because hes the
reason Im here. But the way I love you is impossible to explain. Ive been so mixed up ... and
disgustingly jealous, Im afraid.
He kissed her quickly. I wanted you to be jealousit got our feelings right away from Keith.
Besides, I had my shareI even hated your stuffy Arnold Whatshisname in England.
Poor Arnold. Hell marry someone obedient and never know what hes missed in life. You
know, mischievously, you and I dont really agree on the upbringing of children.
Well get along, and besides, we shant start off on the job as we did with Keithas
strangers! Her high color amused him, and he hugged her. Well have wonderful times. Ill take
you up to the Mediterranean for a honeymoon, and when Ive got a chap to run Mulera well go
over to England and see how Maudies going on. You have a brother I ought to meet, too. He
stopped, and his tone went casual. By the way, he said into her hair, I told my aunt that Im
going to marry you.
You did? She was very still, listening.
She was overjoyed.
That sounds a little tall. Your aunt was terribly keen for you to marry Paula Craddock.
Shes keen for me to marry, full stop. Paula was the only unattached woman who ever came
to these parts, and over the years we drifted together. Im not going to say I never thought of
marrying her, I thought of it several times, because Martin kept hinting, as well as Maudie. Id
have liked to please both of them, but I just wasnt in love with Paula.
Yet at Elinors wedding, Paula was so sure that she said shed marry in October.
Look here, honey, he said, do you really want to hear the distasteful details? Im willing to
forget them.
If I know them, I can forget too. Please, Ross.
He shrugged, and put her back against the upholstery. His hand gestured. Paulas one of
your modern types. When shes made a decision and she needs co-operation she asks for it.
After my aunt was fixed up in London, I kept a promise to Paula and went down to her country
place. For about three hours, Paula, her manager and I were shut up in the houseit was

raining almost as hard as this. Paula played us two men against each otherto me it was
blatant, and I rather pitied Jim Mordaunt; hes got a bad case for his employer, and I believe
hed already told her he wanted to marry her or get out. I decided to put him out of his misery.
How could you do that?
By mentioning, rather casually, that when I got back here Id ask you to marry me.
Lou went pale. Oh, good heavens. What did Paula do?
He grinned. What do you suppose? She gave a delighted laugh that didnt ring false at all,
and said how peculiar, because she and Jim were getting married soonin fact theyd chosen
October. I knew it was a surprise to Jim, and suggested drinks so that he shouldnt appear too
staggered. And thats how we parted.
But do you think she cares for him?
She likes himits even possible that hes more the type she could love than I am. Certainly
she was never in love with me, but she knew me first and was quite convinced that it would be
charming to have a plantation in Africa as well as an estate of her own in England. Besides,
shes snob enough to feel its a come down to marry ones bailiff. But now that Jim accepts the
situation as it is, he may manage her just as expertly as he manages her property.
I hope so, said Lou soberly. Im afraid Martin will be disappointed.
What the deuce! We cant satisfy everyoneand it does happen that he likes both you and
Jim Mordaunt! Hell be getting spliced himself one of these days and bothering more about his
own domestic affairs.
And youre sure about your aunt?
Maudie only had to think about it for a minute before she saw how much better it would be
for me to have someone young and tractable. Only Maudie doesnt know the half of it. Youre
about as tractable as a ramrod!
Lou said, I knew Paula wasnt really in love with youand that you werent really in love with
her. But everyone seemed to expect you two to marry. She paused, and on the point of telling
him about that afternoon when she had called on Paula and subsequently scratched his car,
she stopped. None of it mattered very much now. But one other thing was rather important.
She broached it warily. Ross, I know you dislike Greg...
Not so much as I did.
Thats good, because Id like you to help him a little. Hes backsliding again...
Was that why you came out in the rain today?
She nodded. He said yesterday that I might be able to help him make a decision.
Thats off, he said crisply.
Yes, I know. She sounded most submissive. But you could do it. Hes just aimless again,
and I think that what he really needs isnt a woman to batten on at all. He needs someone like
youonly not when youre cantankerous. Youve admitted he was doing well at Mulera.

I wont have him at Mulera!

All right. Then think up an alternative for him. There must be another planter somewhere
who needs an assistant.
No wife would be safe with Allwyn around!
Youre prejudiced, and its unfair. Greg told me that hed never realized till he came to Mulera
how much hed like a stake in a plantation. Well, if he were an assistant...
Ross put one arm round her and his other hand over her lips. This is my last word about
Greg. If I can, Ill get hold of a small slice of land for him and run him up a shack. What he makes
of it will be up to him.
She smiled and kissed the palm which covered her mouth and by the small adoring action
Ross was vanquished. He was cruel and tender, laughing and passionately intent.
My dearest lovely darling, he said, in various ways.
Later, he took time off to look at the rain, and regretfully he started the car. They swished
down the road.
He glanced at Lou fleetingly and smiled. Everyone will know whats happened to us the
minute we go into the hotel. Will you mind?
I want the world to know, she sighed happily. I love you so much, Ross!
Careful, now. I refuse to look at you again till we get there!
Laughter bubbled in her throat, an overflow from the happiness which filled her heart. She
saw a shaft of muted light in the dusk and knew it was from the dying sun, and she thought
about tomorrow, when the rain would have left a clean and sparkling world, new-minted for
herself and Ross.
THE END