He slipped his arm through mine and we went into the house together.

In the drawing room Mellyora and Miss Kellow were waiting and as soon as we arrived Miss Kellow rang for tea.

Kim talked mainly about Australia, of which he seemed to know a great deal. He glowed with enthusiasm and I loved listening to him, and saw vividly the land he described: the harbor with its indentations and sandy beaches fringed with foliage; the brilliant plumage of strange birds; the moist heat which made you feel as though you were in a steamy bath; it would be summer there now, he told us. He talked of the station to which he was going; how cheap land was; and labor, too. I thought with pain of a night when my brother had lain in a mantrap and this man had carried him to safety. But for Kim, my brother Joe might be "cheap labor" on the other side of the world.

Oh, Kim, I thought, I wish I were going with you.

But I was not sure that was true. I wanted to live in St Larnston Abbas like a lady. Did I really want to live on some lonely station in a strange and uncultivated land, even with Kim?

It was my wild dream for Kim to stay, for Kim to own the Abbas instead of the St. Larnstons, I wanted to share the Abbas with Kim.

"Kerensa's thoughtful." Kim was watching me, quizzically. Tenderly? I wondered.

"I was imagining it all. You make it sound so real."

"You wait till I come back"

"And then?"

"I shall have some stories to tell you."

He shook hands with us as he was leaving, and kissed first Mellyora and then me.

"I'll be back," he said. "You see."

I went on remembering those words long after he had gone.

It was not that I overheard a precise conversation; it was little hints I caught now and then which made me understand what was in people's minds.

No one had any doubt that the Reverend Charles was dying. Sometimes he seemed a little better but he never really progressed and week by week we saw his strength slowly slipping away.

I wondered constantly about what would happen to us when he died, for it was clear that the state of affairs which now existed was only a compromise.

Mrs. Yeo gave me the first clue when she was speaking of David Killigrew. I realized that she accepted him as the new master of the house; she believed—and I realized that this had occurred to many others—that when the Reverend Charles died David Killigrew would have the living. He would become the parson here. And Mellyora? Well, Mellyora was a parson's daughter so it would be reasonable to suppose that she would make a good parson's wife.

It seemed to them right and reasonable, so they hinted that it was inevitable. Mellyora and David. They were good friends. She was grateful to him; and he must admire her. Suppose they were right, what would happen to me?

I shouldn't leave Mellyora. David had always shown the utmost friendliness towards me. I should stay on in the parsonage, making myself useful. In what capacity? Maid to Mellyora? She never treated me as a maid. I was the sister she had always wanted and who had the same name as the one she had lost.

Some weeks after Kim's departure I met Johnny St. Larnston near the Pengaster farm. I had been to see Granny, to take her a basket of food, and I was preoccupied because—although she had talked animatedly about the day she had spent at the vet's house, where she had been invited for Christmas Day—she looked thin and her eyes seemed less bright than usual. I noticed, too, that she still coughed too much.

My anxiety was due to the fact that I came from a house of sickness, I told myself. Because the Reverend Charles was ill, I was expecting everyone of his age to be threatened.

Granny had told me how much at home Joe was at the vet's house and how they treated him like one of the family. It was an excellent state of affairs for although the vet had four daughters he had no son, so he was pleased to have a boy like Joe to help him.

I was a little melancholy when I left the cottage; there were so many shadows threatening my life; the sickness in the house which I had come to regard as home; the apprehension over Granny's health; Joe, too, in a way, sitting at the vet's table instead of that of Dr. Billiard.

"Hello!" Johnny was sitting on the stile which led to the Pengaster fields. He leaped down and fitted his step to mine. "I've been hoping we should meet."

"Is that so?"

"Allow me to carry your basket."

"There's no need. It's empty."

"And where are you going, my pretty maid?"

"You seem to have a fondness for nursery rhymes. Is that because you have not yet grown up?"

" My face is my fortune, sir, she said," he quoted. "It's true. Miss ... er ... Carlyon. But watch that sharp tongue of yours. By the way, why Carlyon? Why not St. Ives, Marazion. Carlyon! But it suits you, you know."

I quickened my steps. "I am really in a hurry."

"A pity. I was hoping we should be able to renew our acquaintance. I should have seen you before, don't doubt it. But I have been away and am only just back."

"You will soon be returning, I daresay."

"Do you mean you hope? Oh, Kerensa, why won't you be friends with me? I want to be, you know."

"You go the wrong way about making friends, perhaps."

"Then you must show me the right way."

He gripped my arm and pulled me round to face him. There was a light in his eyes which alarmed me. I thought of the way he had looked for Hetty Pengaster in church and how I had seen him on the stile. He had probably been coming from some rendezvous with her.

I twisted my arm free. "Let me alone," I said. "And not just now ... always. I am not Hetty Pengaster."

He was startled; there was no doubt of that because I escaped with ease. I ran and when I looked over my shoulder he was still standing staring after me.

By the end of January the Reverend Charles became so ill that he was given sedatives by the doctor, which resulted in long hours of sleep. Mellyora and I would sit quietly talking as we sewed or perhaps read, and every now and then one of us would rise to look into the sickroom. David Killigrew was with us every moment he could spare and we both agreed that his presence soothed us. Sometimes Mrs. Yeo brought us food and she would always cast a fond eye on the young man. I had heard her declare to Belter that when this unhappy business was over her first task would be to build up the young parson. Bess or Kit would come in to make up the fire, and the glances they bestowed on him and Mellyora were significant to me, though perhaps not to him or to Mellyora. The latter's thoughts were occupied with her father.

A melancholy peace pervaded the house. Inevitable death was with us, but that had to pass; and then when it was over, we would grow away from it and nothing would be changed, inasmuch as those who now served one person would serve another.

Mellyora and David. It would be inevitable. Mellyora would settle down in time; she would cease to have dreams about a knight whose devotion had been given to another lady.

I looked up and caught David's eyes on me. He smiled when he realized that I had caught him. There was something revealing in that glance. Had I been mistaken?

I was disturbed. That was not how things were expected to work out.

During the next few days I knew that what I had suspected was a certainty.

I was sure after that conversation. It was not exactly a proposal of marriage because David was not the sort of man to propose marriage until he was in a position to afford to keep a wife. As a curate with an aged mother to support, he was not. But if, as he must believe since everyone else did, he acquired the St. Larnston living, that would be a different matter.

He and I were sitting by the fire alone, for Mellyora was at her father's bedside.

He said to me: "You regard this as your home. Miss Carlee?"

I agreed.

"I have heard how you came here!'

I knew that was inevitable. As a subject of gossip it had ceased to be interesting, except of course when there was a newcomer who had not heard it before.

"I admire you for what you've done," he went on. "I think that you are most ... most wonderful. I imagine that you hope never to leave the parsonage,"

"Fm not sure," I said. He had made me wonder what I did hope for. To live at the parsonage had not been my dream. The night when I had dressed in red velvet and, masked, walked up the wide staircase to be received by Lady St. Larnston had been more like a dream coming true than living at the parsonage had ever been.

"Of course you are unsure. There are matters in life which require a great deal of thought. I myself have been reviewing my own life. You see, Miss Carlee, a man in my present position cannot afford to marry; but if that position should change... ."

He paused and I thought: He is asking me to marry him when the Reverend is dead and he has stepped into his shoes. He felt ashamed that he should be thinking of a future for which he must wait until another was dead.

"I think," he went on, "that you would make an excellent parson's wife, Miss Carlee."

I laughed. "I? I do not think so."

"But why not?"

"Everything would be wrong. My background, for one thing."

He snapped his fingers. "You are yourself. That is all that matters."

"My character."

"What is wrong with that?"

"It is hardly serious and pious."

"My dear Miss Carlee, you underrate yourself."

"You little know me." I laughed again. When had I ever underrated myself? Had I not always felt a power in myself that I believed would carry me wherever I wanted to go? I was as arrogant in my way as Lady St. Larnston was in hers. Truly, I thought, love is blind; for it was becoming increasingly clear to me that David Killigrew was falling in love with me.

"I am sure," he went on, "that you would succeed with anything you undertook. Besides ..."

He did not finish for Mellyora came out then; her face was drawn and anxious.

"I think he is worse," she said.

It was Easter time and the church was decorated with daffodils when the Reverend Charles Martin died. Ours was a house of mourning, and Mellyora was inconsolable, for although we had known for so long that death was inevitable, when it came it was still a blow. Mellyora spent the day in her room and would see no one; then she asked for me. I sat with her and she talked of him, how good he had been to her, how lost she felt without him; she recalled instance after instance of his kindness, of his love and care; then she would weep quietly and I wept with her, for I had been fond of him, and I hated to see Mellyora so distressed.

The day of the funeral came and the tolling of the bell seemed to fill the house. Mellyora looked beautiful in her black clothes with the veil over her face; black was less becoming to my dark looks and the dress I wore under the black coat was too loose for me.

The prancing horses, the waving black plumes, the mutes, the solemnity of the burial service, the standing round that grave where I had stood with Mellyora when she had told me that she had had a sister named Kerensa, this was somber and melancholy.

Yet, even worse, was coming back to the parsonage which seemed empty because that quiet man, of whom I had seen very little, was gone.

The mourners came back to the parsonage, Lady St. Larnston and Justin among them; they made our drawing room, in which ham sandwiches and vine were served, seem small and simple—although I had thought it very grand when I had first seen it. Justin spent most of the time with Mellyora. He was gentle, courteous, and he seemed genuinely concerned. David was at my side. I believed that very soon he would definitely ask me to marry him; and I wondered what I could say, knowing as I did that others expected him to marry Mellyora. While the mourners ate their sandwiches and drank the wine which Belter had been called in to serve, I was seeing myself as mistress of this house, Mrs. Yeo and Belter taking their orders from me. A far cry, one might say, from the girl who had set herself up on the hiring stand at Trelinket Fair. A long way indeed. In the village they would always remember. Tarson's wife, she came from the cottages she did." They would envy me and never quite accept me. But should I care?

And yet... I had dreamed a dream. This would not be its fulfillment. I did not care for David Killigrew as I did for Kim; and I was not even sure that I wanted to be with Kim who was so far from the Abbas.