Филиппа Карр - Midsummer's Eve

"Yes. And then of course there was my uncle.”

"That shady business of his. He seems to have shrugged all that aside.”

"He would. He knows how to make life go the way he wants it to, and when he comes to obstacles he just treats them as though they are not there. He's very interested in Helena's husband and is giving him his support.”

"Oh, yes, Matthew Hume. That was a good book he wrote.”

"He was collecting the material when he was with us in Australia. Matthew and Helena are very happy now. They have another child.”

"You were very fond of the first one.”

"Jonnie is adorable. He did a great deal for me when I was so desolate.”

He nodded. "There seems to be quite a friendship between your family and these Cresswells.”

"Well, Peterkin married Frances. She is the one who opened the Mission, and of course my Uncle Peter gave a lot of money to that.”

"And there was the son.”

"Joe Cresswell, yes.”

"I gather he is a great friend of yours.”

"Yes. He gave up his ambitions to become a Member of Parliament at the time of the scandal. I told him he was wrong to give up. He ought to have been like Uncle Peter.

Just shrug it off. After all, it was not his affair. It was his father who was involved.

I don't see why it should affect him.”

"The sins of the fathers ...”

"Very unfair. However, I'm trying to persuade Joe to make an effort to get into Parliament.

I don't think he will be happy until he >es.”

"You found parliamentary circles interesting?”

"Oh yes, very. I helped Helena and Matthew during the election.”

"It must have been fascinating.”

"It was really ... an entirely new way of life.”

"Yes, of course." He looked at his watch. "You make a very good cup of coffee. I must be going. It has been so pleasant to see you, Annora. I hope you are not going to run away too soon. You must come over to the Manor. I have some curios to show you ... some instruments we have dug up. Bronze Age, I guess. Someone from the Museum is coming to see them.”

"I'd love to look at them, Rolf. And I'd love to see you again.”

He took my hands and held them for a long time.

A few weeks passed. Mr. Tamblin asked me if I was ready to put the cottage up for sale. I said: "Not yet. I should like to stay here in peace for a little while.”

"Sales take a long time to go through," he pointed out.

"I know. But just at the moment I don't want to think about selling.”

I saw Rolf now and then. Knowing how fond I was of riding, he told me to use his stables when I wanted to. I took advantage of the offer and often when I was riding, I met him, and we rode as we used to, galloping our horses along the shore. I looked up and saw the towers of Cador and remembered how I used to stand there, looking out through the battlements at the sea. I was overcome with sadness. There were too many memories here. Sometimes I thought I ought to go back. Rolf was fond of me, but it seemed that he had given up all thought of our marrying. I had deceived myself into thinking that we might come together again. Why is it that one thinks if one repents, everything can go on as before? Of course he would never trust me again.

If we decided to marry how did he know that I should not reject him again?

He invited me to dine at the Manor. Expectantly I went. But there were other guests and although he was the perfect host, it was just a pleasant evening.

He called at the cottage and I gave him coffee. Usually Kitty made it. She delighted in playing the maid and looking after me. I had rarely seen such a change in a girl.

She loved the country; she had her friend Mabel; she was a welcome visitor to the Cador kitchen; her life had changed miraculously. I made up my mind that whatever happened I must keep her with me.

I looked forward to the morning rides. I always hoped that I would meet Rolf. I invariably did, and the thought came to me that he looked for me as I did for him.

We talked a great deal about the old days, and I noticed how often the Cresswells came into the conversation. He was also very interested in Jonnie.

I talked very enthusiastically about the child and about the Cresswells. The weeks I had spent at the Mission, I told him, had done a great deal for me.

I tried to make him realize what a wonderful woman Frances was-so strong, so determined, and so unsentimental for all her desire to do good.

"Like her brother Joe?" asked Rolf.

"Not in the least. Frances is herself and no one is quite like her. She changed Peterkin completely. I used to think he would never do anything, and when we met her and went to the Mission, he found a purpose in life and he fell in love with her.”

"Well, she is one of the Cresswells.”

"She reminds me of Uncle Peter in a way. She kept her head up when all that was going on. She didn't let it affect her work.”

"And now your uncle is climbing out of the slime of scandal with the help of the Cresswell Mission.”

"They are such a charming family. I spent a week-end there once ... long ago, it seems, before all that happened. Mr. and Mrs. Cresswell are so delightful. It was good to be in the heart of such a family.”

"Which contained Frances and Joe.”

"Yes and all the others. Oh, I do wish Joe would try to get back.”

"I've no doubt you will persuade him.”

We had come to a field and he broke into a gallop.

They were happy mornings. I did not want to give this up, for always in my heart was the hope that something would happen ... some little word, some little action, and I would be confessing how I felt and he would tell me that he had never changed.

Then the rumors started.

Kitty had been out with Mabel and she told me that one of the boys |< from the stables had been in the woods when he had seen a fire.

"It was where the old witch's cottage used to be," said Kitty. "It wasn't an ordinary fire. There was something funny about it.”

"Funny?" I asked. "How can a fire be funny?”

"Ghostly. Like it wasn't there ... and yet it was.”

"Do you mean it kept disappearing?”

"I don't know, but young James was so scared he just ran, and he didn't stop running until he was back in the stables. He said it was like having the Devil at his heels.”

I told her that there had always been a certain feeling about that particular part of the woods since one Midsummer's Eve when a mob had set fire to the cottage.

"I expect it was just a tramp making a fire," I said. "What else could it have been?”

"Mrs. Penlock thought it might be Mother Ginny come back to haunt the place. Mr. Isaacs even said he wouldn't go near it for a gold watch ... not even for a farm.”

I did not take much notice. But the rumours intensified. Someone saw a figure there. It just appeared among the trees. It wasn't possible to see who it was but it looked like an old woman.

Few people went to the woods and certainly no one did after dark. There was a certain tension everywhere. It reminded me of those days just after that Midsummer's Eve.

People looked a little furtive and I wondered how many of them were remembering that night.

I went down to the quay one morning with Kitty to buy some fish. Jack Gort was there with his creels and his tubs.

I said: "Hello, Jack. Had a good catch?”

"So-so, Miss Cadorson," he answered. "Could have been better. Wind's a bit strong.

Couldn't stay out as long as I'd have liked to. I dunno. These winds do blow up sudden, like something's behind it all.”

"Oh?" I said.

"Well ... all this going on in the woods. Fires and figures like ... It don't be healthy if you'm asking me.”

"You don't believe Mother Ginny's come back to haunt all those people who sent her to her death?”