The pool of St Branok

I stood beside her. "You can just see the new Houses of Parliament. They really are magnificent. Did you know the Queen opened the Victoria Tower and the Royal Gallery only two years ago; and she knighted the architect. It really is a wonderful sight when you look across the river."

"It is a great pleasure for me to be in London. It was a very fortunate day when I walked into your garden."

"I know we all share that view," I told her.

It was wonderful to see the family, particularly Jonnie. There had always been a special friendship between us. He was four years older than I which had seemed a great deal when we were younger, but as we grew older the gap seemed to lessen. I had hero-worshiped Jonnie in those days but when Ben had come I had been rather fickle and transferred my adoration to him.

He took my hands and gave me that rather gentle smile which had always made me feel cherished.

"Why, how you've grown, Angelet. And you've been so ill. We were all so anxious about you."

"I'm all right now, Jonnie. How are you getting on? Still concerned about all those old relics ... still digging up the past?"

He nodded. "I'm getting completely immersed. There is a party going out to Greece next year. I'm hoping to go."

"What are you hoping to find ... a lost city?"

"That's hoping for a lot. Generally it's just dig ... dig .. . and you're lucky if you find a drinking vessel."

"Oh, this is Miss Grace Gilmore," I said as Grace appeared.

"How do you do?" said Jonnie. "I've heard so much of you. Aunt Annora has told us how good you have been to her."

Grace laughed. "It is more she who has been good to me."

She looked not so much pretty as interesting. She was elegant. Her sense of dress was perfect. Her clothes were simple and yet noticeable for that very reason. She wore a gown of a light biscuit color which toned with her hazel eyes; her smooth brown hair fell rather loosely over her ears and was caught in a knot at the nape of her neck. She was wearing a garnet brooch which my mother had given her—her only jewelry. Everything was plain but decidedly elegant.

Jonnie smiled at her. If he thought she was some sort of higher servant he would be especially gracious to her. Jonnie was that kind of person.

Ben had been so flamboyantly attractive that he had made me forget what a very delightful person Jonnie was.

Grace said: "I heard you are interested in archaeology. I've always been fascinated by things that belong to the past. What an exciting time you must have!"

"I have just been saying to Angelet that people imagine we are coming upon old treasures all the time. That, if one is lucky, is the experience of a lifetime."

"I'd love to hear more about that."

"Well, you'll stay for a while and we shall meet again. There's plenty of time for us."

Matthew and Helena came in to welcome us and in turn were introduced to Grace. Geoffrey was growing up. He must be nearly fifteen by now.

"Peterkin and Frances will be coming," announced Aunt Amaryllis. "I was determined to muster as many of the family as possible. It is such a long time since we have seen you all. I know it was due to Angelet's accident and subsequent illness ... Well, all that is over now. It is wonderful to see her so blooming."

In due course everyone was assembled and we were seated at the dinner table, Uncle Peter at one end, Aunt Amaryllis at the other.

There had been occasions in the past when I had sat at this table and I remembered the conversation. It always seemed to be dominated by Uncle Peter as far as I remembered and everyone deferred to him. There was a good deal of politics which I believed interested him more than anything else. Of course I had been very young then and my opportunities to listen had not been very frequent.

Now, of course, I was older but perhaps not yet of an age to take a great part in the discourse.

The talk at this time was about the situation between Russia and Turkey and the part England should play in it.

"Palmerston has the people with him," said Uncle Peter.

"But is he right?" asked Matthew.

"I think war is wrong in any circumstances," said Frances.

Frances was a very forthright woman, one of the few who would directly contradict Uncle Peter. For many years she had been running what was called a Mission in the East End of London; she had married Peterkin and they worked together. She was rather a plain woman, but attractive because of her vitality and enthusiasm; she was highly respected in many quarters because of the work she had done, and was doing, for the poor.

"My dear Frances," said Uncle Peter, with a kindly but faintly condescending smile, "we all think war is wrong, but sometimes it is inevitable, and a prompt action in which a few suffer may prevent the deaths of thousands."

"In my opinion," went on Frances, "we should keep out of this."