“I will do what I can,” I promised.

“Thank you.” He sat back in his chair and smiled at me.

“This,” he said, “I feel sure, has been a very satisfactory morning’s work.”

The next day I went to see Tamarisk.

“How are you?” I asked.

“Wonderful,” she answered.

“Everything is perfect.”

“And Gaston?”

“He’s as marvelous as ever.” She laughed as she spoke and I wondered whether she were telling the truth.

“And you are working,” she went on.

“Doing something called ” Tenant Relations”. It sounds very important. And are you getting on well with James Perrin?”

“Who told you that?” There’s no need to look guilty, or is there? You know how things get round in a place like this. You are seen together a good deal, they tell me. “

“We work together.”

“It sounds very pleasant.”

“It is. But tell me about yourself. You really are enjoying married life?”

There was a slight pause which I did not fail to notice before she said: “It’s blissful.”

I knew then that I was not going to get any confidences. If anything was wrong she was not prepared to admit it yet.

“I suppose you will soon be getting a place of your own,” I said.

“Yes, of course. But we’re comfortable here for the time being. My mother adores Gaston. He knows just how to please her. She would make a great fuss if we suggested going.”

“Where do you propose to live when you do?”

“We’re thinking. Perhaps we’ll travel first. Gaston wants to show me Europe. Paris, Venice, Rome, Florence and all that.”

“It sounds wonderful. So married life really is good?”

“I’ve told you, it’s wonderful. Why do you keep going on about it?”

“I’m sorry. I just wanted your assurance.”

“Are you thinking of embarking on it yourself?” she asked archly.

“The thought had not entered my mind, for obvious reasons,” I said tersely.

I came away depressed. There was a change in Tamarisk. She was not quite natural and instinctively I knew she was not the light-hearted girl who had been so confident that everything in the world would come right for her.

I knew now that Gaston Marchmont was a philanderer.

He had completely bemused both Tamarisk and Rachel. He was a plausible rogue. Crispin knew him for what he was, but the knowledge had come too late. Poor Tamarisk! At least Rachel was loved by a good man, but I feared she was not completely happy either.

I went back to the estate office by way of the old cottages, my thoughts filled with Tamarisk and Crispin’s anxieties about her.

As I approached the row of cottages, to my surprise I saw Gaston himself. He was standing by the Gentrys’ cottage, talking to Sheila.

As I approached he came towards me.

“Hello,” he said jauntily.

“Good afternoon,” I replied.

“I’ve just been with Tamarisk.”

“Good. That will please her. And how are you? A busy lady these days, I hear. It suits you. You look blooming.”

“Thank you,” I said coolly.

“May I walk with you?”

“I am just going to the office.”

“Been playing truant, have you?”

“By no means. My hours are flexible.”

“That’s the best way of working. I was just passing when I saw the little girl. I think she lives here. I was asking about her father.”

“Oh, is he indisposed?”

“I thought I heard he was ill, but it seems to have been someone else.”

I felt uncomfortable to be with him. I knew too much about him to be able to talk normally; and I was glad when I reached the office.

It was time for Rachel’s baby to arrive and I visited her frequently.

For some weeks she had seemed to be in that state of serenity which I had noticed before in pregnant women, and she thought of little but the baby and was longing for its arrival.

But now that the time was coming very close, I was aware that a certain apprehension had come to her.

Our friendship had strengthened since her marriage. Both she and Daniel regarded me as their greatest friend, I knew. Rachel said to me once: “Do you realize what a big part you have played in our lives?

Suppose you hadn’t found me? Suppose I had . ? “

“Life is like that all the way through, isn’t it? Certain things happen because people are in a certain spot at a certain time.”

“But what you did was wonderful.”

“I was over-bold. I hesitated for a while but something told me that Daniel loved you enough, was strong enough. You are lucky to be his wife, Rachel. He is the one who has done so much for you, not I.”

“Daniel feels the same as I do about you.”

“I am glad. It is gratifying to take a bold step and be right.”

“We have been so lucky, and, but for you …” She shivered.

“You are doubly lucky because you realize how lucky you are. So many people don’t.”

“It will soon be over now. There is one thing, Freddie.”

“What is it?”

“Daniel has been marvelous, but…”

“But what?”

“It’s the baby. If it were his, it would be the most wonderful thing.

But it isn’t. Nothing can alter that, however good he is . however much he pretends. “

“Pretends?”

“To love the child. He is going to remember. I am afraid that he might hate it No, not hate it; he wouldn’t hate anyone, let alone an innocent child but he will look at it and be reminded. Then I shan’t be able to bear it. Already I love this child. It doesn’t make any difference that it has no right to be there. It is my baby and I know I shan’t be able to bear it if Daniel doesn’t love it, too.”

“Daniel is a good man, one of the best.”

“I know. He’ll try, but it will be there. It’s going to remind him every time he looks at it. It must, mustn’t it?”

“He has always known.”

“It will be different when it is actually there. I want everything to be right for this baby. I think I love it more because it is going to need special love and care from me. I’m longing for it and yet dreading seeing Daniel’s face. He can’t hide his feelings very well. I wonder how he’ll be when the child is born. Freddie, you’re our closest friend. Nobody knows about Gaston and me … only you.

Everyone thinks the baby is Daniel’s and that is why we had to marry so quickly. They whisper about that and some pretend to be shocked, but they think we redeemed ourselves by marrying in time. You are the only one who knows the truth, Freddie. You see what I mean. We can talk freely. “

“You’ve got to forget about Gaston. That is all over. You have to count your blessings. Because of it you married Daniel and that was the best thing you have ever done … for both of you. You have to think of the good things, Rachel.”

“I know. But what I wanted to say was this. Will you be here when the baby is born? I want you to be with Daniel. I want you to tell him that I love him very much. Make him see that I was young and foolish and easily flattered. I know all that now. He is such a modest man. He thinks that Gaston is so much more attractive than he is. He would not be so to me now. I should see right through him. I want Daniel to know that and I am afraid he doesn’t. I want you to be with him when the baby is born. I want you to tell him what I have told you. You could make him understand, perhaps.”

“I will be there, Rachel,” I said.

“I shall do my best.” She leaned towards me and kissed my cheek.

A few days later when we were at breakfast one of the men from Grindle’s Farm came to tell me that Mrs. Godber, the midwife, was at the farm and Mrs. Daniel’s baby was expected that day.

I went to the office and told James what was happening and that I should be at Grindle’s Farm if he wanted to get in touch with me about some urgent matter.

I went to Rachel immediately.

She was lying in bed looking pale and a little frightened.

“Oh, Freddie,” she said.

“I’m glad you’re here. I knew you’d come.”

“How are you feeling?”

“All right. It’s starting. Is Daniel here?”

“Yes. We shall be together.”

Her face twisted suddenly and Mrs. Godber was immediately at the bedside.

“You’d better go now, miss,” she said to me.

“I’ve sent for the doctor. That sounds like him now.”

I smiled at Rachel and went off. I met Daniel on the stairs.

I said: “She asked me to be here.”

“I know,” he said.

“Is it going to be all right?”

“Of course. You’ve got the good Mrs. Godber. She has a great reputation and the doctor has just come. Where shall we go?”

“We could go into my office. We could wait there. How long will it be?”

“I don’t think there are any fixed times for this sort of thing. We shall have to be patient.”

“It’s hard to be.”

He took me to a small room on the first floor. Ledgers and books on farms, farming and animals lined the walls.

There was a desk with writing materials covering it; there were also several chairs.

“I didn’t want to be with any of the others,” he said.

“Rachel’s aunt will be here soon. She is very good, but she fusses. It upsets me.”

“You don’t mind my being here?”

“No … no.”

“Rachel asked me to be with you. She’s worried about you.”

“About me?”

“Well, they say some husbands suffer as intensely as wives on such occasions.”

“I think she is going to be all right.”

“I’m sure of it. She is young and strong and there haven’t been any complications. People are having babies every day, you know.”

“Yes … but this is Rachel.”