” I know you are so fond of riding,” he said. ” but I don’t think I should indulge in it too frequently … not after this month at any rate.”

” I won’t,” I promised.

” You’ll be a good and sensible young lady, I am sure of that.”

” Have you been visiting Worstwhistle to-day?” asked Ruth ” I have,” said the doctor.

“And it has depressed you. That place always does.” Ruth turned to me.

” Dr. Smith gives his services free, not only to patients who cannot afford to pay, but to this … hospital.”

” Oh come,” cried the doctor, laughing, ” don’t make a saint of me.

Someone has to look in on those people now and then . and don’t forget if I have poor patients here I also have rich ones. I fleece the rich to help the poor. “

” A regular Robin Hood,” said Luke.

Dr. Smith turned to Sir Matthew.

“Well, sir,” he said. ” I’m going to have a look at you today.”

“You think it’s necessary?”

” I think that since I am here …”

” Very well,” said Sir Matthew rather testily, ” but first of all you must join us in a toast. I’m going to have some of my best champagne brought up from the cellars. Luke, ring the bell.”

Luke did so and Sir Matthew gave the order.

The wine was brought, the glasses filled.

Sir Matthew filled his glass and cried: ” To my grandson.” He put his arm about me while we all drank.

Very soon after that the doctor went with Sir Matthew to his room and I went to mine. Mary-Jane, determined to be a real lady’s maid, was turning down the bed for me.

” Thank you, Mary Jane

” Is there anything else you’ll be wanting, madam?”

I did not think there was, so I said good night to her, but as she went to the door I called: ” By the way, Mary Jane do you know a place called Worstwhistle?” She stopped short and stared at me.

“Why, yes, madam. It’s some ten miles off on the way Harrogate.”

“What sort of place is it, Mary Jane

” It’s the place where mad people go.”

” Oh, I see. Good night, Mary Jane

The next morning I was awakened by Mary-Jane, who came in to draw the curtains and bring my hot water.

It was comforting to wake up and see her pleasant face. She was, looking a little shocked because there had been no need to draw the curtains as I had pulled them back before getting into bed; and I had opened the window. Mary Jane shared the belief that night air was ” dangerous.”

I told her that I always slept with my window open, except in the depth of winter; and I was sure that she had decided I should need a great deal of looking after.

I took my bath in the powder-room and went along to the first-floor dining-room for breakfast. I felt quite hungry. Two mouths to feed now, I reminded myself, as I took eggs, bacon and devilled kidneys from the chafing dish on the sideboard.

I knew the routine. Breakfast was taken between eight and nine, and one helped oneself.

I rang for coffee and when it was brought to me I was joined by Luke.

Later Ruth appeared and solicitously asked if I had had a good night and liked my room.

Had I any plans for the day? they wanted to know. Luke was going to Ripon and would be delighted to buy anything I needed. I thanked him and told him that I should need things, but I had not yet decided what.

“There’s plenty of time before the happy event,” he said; and his mother murmured his name indulgently, because she thought it was somewhat indelicate to refer to the birth of my child. I did not mind. It was something I wanted to think oi continually.

I told them that I would take a little walk during the morning; I was longing to have a look at the Abbey again.

“The place appeals strongly to you,” remarked Luke. ” I believe it’s the main reason why you wanted to come back here.”

” It would interest anyone,” I answered.

” You must not exhaust yourself,” Ruth warned me.

” I feel very fit, so I don’t think there’s any danger of that.”

” All the same you have to remember to take care.” The conversation turned to the affairs of the neighbour hood: the effort of the vicar to raise money for the upkeep of the church, the bazaars and jumble sales he was organising for this purpose, the ball which a friend was giving and which we could not attend as we were in mourning.

The sun streamed through the windows of that pleasant room and there was certainly nothing eerie about Kirkland Revels that morning. Even the Abbey, which I visited a few hours later, appeared to be nothing but a pile of ruins.

So that was a pleasant walk. I felt serene, ready to accept the theory that Gabriel had killed himself because of his illness. It seemed strange that I should feel more contented to believe that, but I did; perhaps it was because I was afraid of the alternative.

I came back though the Abbey ruins. It was very quiet- peaceful was the word to describe it this morning. This was merely a shell; the brilliant sunshine falling on to the grass floors, exposing the crumbling walls, defied that sense of the supernatural. I thought back to the evening when I walked here and panicked, and I laughed at my folly.

Luncheon was a quiet meal which I shared with Ruth and Luke, Sir Matthew and Aunt Sarah taking theirs in their rooms.

Afterwards I went to my room and began making out a list of things I should need. It was early, yet I was so impatient for the birth of my child that I could not wait While I was thus engaged there was a knock on my door, and when I called, ” Come in,” Sarah stood on the threshold, smiling as though we were a pair of conspirators.

” I want to show you the nursery,” she said. ” Will you come with me?”

I rose without reluctance, for I was eager to see the nursery ” It’s in my wing,” she went on. ” I often go up to the nursery.” She giggled.

“That’s why they say I’m in my second childhood.”

“I’m sure they don’t say that,” I told her, and her face puckered a little.

” They do,” she said. ” I like it. If you can’t be in your first childhood, the next best thing is to be in your second.”

” I should love to see the nurseries,” I said. ” Please show me now.”

Her face was smooth and happy again. ” Come along.”

We mounted the staircase to the top floor. I felt an involuntary tremor as I passed that corridor which led to our old room and the front of the house, for my memories of Gabriel and Friday, which I was constantly trying to suppress, were as vivid as they had ever been; but Aunt Sarah did not seem to notice my mood; she was intent on leading me into the east wing and the nursery.

I was struck once more by the change in her as we entered her section of the house; she seemed almost girlish and very happy.

” Right at the top,” she murmured, as she led the way up a short flight of stairs. ” The schoolroom, the day nursery, the night nursery.

Nanny’s quarters and those of the under- nursemaid.” She opened a door and said in a hushed voice:

” This is the schoolroom.”

I saw a large room with three windows, all of which were fitted with window-seats; the slightly sloping ceiling told me that we were immediately below the roof. I found my eyes fixed on the windows which had bars across them in accordance with nursery tradition. My child would be safe up here.

There was a large table close to one of the windows and beside it a long form. I went over to this table and saw the cuts and scratches on it; it must have been used by many generations of Rockwells.

” Look,” cried Sarah. ” Can you read that?”

I leaned forward and saw the name Hagar Rock well carved there with a penknife.

” She always put her name on everything,” Sarah laughed on a gleeful note. ” If you went through this house peering into cupboards and such places you would see her name. Our father said she ought to have been the boy instead of Matthew. She used to bully us all … especially Matthew. She was annoyed with him for being the boy. Of course if she had been the boy … she would be here now. wouldn’t she? … and Simon would have been … But perhaps that’s not exactly right … because he’s a Redvers. Oh dear, it’s a little complicated is it not?

But she was not the son, and so it was Matthew.”

” Hagar is Simon Redvers’s grandmother?” I asked.

Sarah nodded. ” She thinks the world of him.” She came close to me.

” She’d like to see him here … but she won’t now, will she? There’s the child … and there’s Luke too … both before Simon. The child first…. I shall have to get some more silks.”

” You’re thinking that my child will make his appearance on your tapestries.” lOt ” Are you going to call him Gabriel?”

I was astonished, and I wondered how she had guessed my thoughts. She was studying me, her head on one side; now she looked infinitely wise as simple people sometimes do.

” It may not be a boy,” I said.

She merely nodded as though there was no doubt of it.

“Little Gabriel will take big Gabriel’s place,” she said ” Nobody can stop him, can they?” Her face puckered suddenly. ” Can they?” she repeated.

” If the child is a boy he will take his father’s place.”

” But his father died. He killed himself … they said so Did he kill himself?” She had caught my arm and held ii tightly.

“You said he didn’t. Who did? Tell me, please tell me.”

“Aunt Sarah,” I said quickly, “when Gabriel died I was distraught.

Perhaps I did not know what I said. He must have killed himself. “

She dropped my arm and looked at me reproachfully.

” I’m disappointed in you,” she said, pouting. Then her mood changed at once.