He smiled-that extraordinarily sweet smile which had so astonished her before.

‘That wasn’t in my mind at all,’ he told her. ‘What really moved me was the fact that I knew exactly how you were feeling, because very much the same thing happened to me when I first came to England.’

‘To you! But it couldn’t! You’re so-so much one of them,’ Alison stammered.

‘My dear child, do you really suppose these people consider I’m "one of them"?’ He laughed a little, but, from his heightened colour and the slight quiver of his nostrils, Alison guessed that he hadn’t really liked saying that.

‘I don’t understand,’ she said.

‘No? Hasn’t Rosalie ever said anything about me?’ He spoke abruptly.

Alison shook her head.

‘I’ve never heard her speak about you at all.’

He didn’t say anything to that, but Alison suddenly knew she had hurt him a little by that clumsy admission.

‘It doesn’t matter.’ He sighed impatiently. ‘Only-It’s just that there is nothing of the British public school and university about me, you know. I spent the first twenty years of my life hundreds of miles from anywhere, in the wilds of Argentina.’

‘Did you?’ Alison opened her eyes very wide.

He nodded.

‘My father was a cattle drover,’ he added calmly.;A farmer in a small way, too. And I suppose that for most of my youth I never thought of being anything else either.’

Alison stared unbelievingly at him. She tried, without any success, to imagine the cool, perfectly groomed Julian Tyndrum, attired in riding-breeches and an open-necked shirt, riding across miles of prairies in pursuit of wandering cattle-or whatever cattle drovers were expected to do. She decided she was extremely vague about their duties in any case-and looked up to find him watching her with some amusement.

‘Well?’ he said.

‘Nothing-I was only thinking-there’s nothing at all about you to suggest that sort of life.’

‘Oh, yes, there is, Alison.’ He laughed a little. ‘There’s my disposition, my whole outlook on life-and my hands.’ He held them out calmly for her inspection.

Alison looked at them. Her first thought was that they were not hands which would hold anything very lightly, and then-’But I should never mind being held by them.’

‘I think they’re very nice hands,’ she said gravely, and touched one of them lightly.

He gave that slight laugh again, but she knew he was extremely pleased.

‘Tell me why you didn’t become a cattle drover or whatever it was, too,’ she said.

‘Because, the year that I was twenty, one of the big oil-prospecting companies made their way into our district- and their richest find was on the tiny piece of land owned by my father. They tried to persuade him to sell out for a large sum, but he insisted on an interest in the company instead.

‘Actually, his gamble was a fortunate one. In the end he made a great deal more than the original price he had been offered. Besides that, he sent me off to Buenos Aires to put a little polish on me, and then used his influence to get me into the company.’

‘It must have been a terrible break from your old life.’ Alison was touched and flattered at his telling her so much about himself.

Julian smiled. ‘Yes. I didn’t like it much at first. Not when I had to start right at the bottom, with all the routine stuff. But I expect the discipline did no harm. Besides, I soon began to find my feet and to go ahead.’

‘Uncle Theodore once said you have a wonderful business sense,’ Alison remarked rather solemnly.

He shrugged.

‘Yes,’ he agreed, quite calmly. ‘I have a certain flair for big effects which carries me a good way; and at the same time I don’t easily lose my head.’

‘No, I should think not.’ Alison spoke so earnestly that he looked amused again.

‘Anyway, I did very well in Buenos Aires for about five years. Then my father died, and of course I inherited his interest in the company. I was offered what amounted to a directorship at the London headquarters, and so for the first time in my life I came to England. And how I hated it!’

‘Oh-why?’ Alison was shocked and slightly put out.

‘Because I was not in the least "one of them", as you put it. I found myself a complete outsider in the social world to which my money and position admitted me. And-quite naturally, I suppose-I Was made to feel it.’

Alison made a little sound of sympathy. She touched his hand again in that small, friendly gesture, and this time his fingers closed round hers. There was no special significance in the clasp-nothing like the devastating time she had watched him grip Rosalie’s hand-but, all the same, it comforted and warmed her.

‘I can’t pretend I was anything but utterly impossible,’. Julian added thoughtfully. ‘I suppose any polish I had acquired-and it must have been little enough-was definitely un-English. In fact, I heard someone who disliked me describe me as "an objectionable mixture of dago and rough diamond".’

‘Whatever did you do?’ Alison asked curiously.

‘Knocked him down, of course. But he won really, because ever afterwards I went about with the perpetually nagging fear that there was something in what he had said.’

‘Well, there isn’t now.’ Alison spoke hotly. ‘Not a single trace of it.’

‘Thank you, Alison.’ Julian inclined his head with an amused expression. ‘As that is seven years ago, I venture to hope you are right. One should be able to learn most things in seven years. And yet’-she was astonished to see his face darken suddenly with a sort of angry melancholy-’there are times when Rosalie looks at me, and I wonder-’

Alison sat perfectly still, knowing that those last words had been scarcely meant for her, and that, for a moment, he had almost forgotten her existence.

Then he raised his head and seemed to see her again. He patted her hand and let it go.

‘So, you see, I knew just what you were feeling when you told me about being lonely and humiliated. And I couldn’t have turned my back on that.’

‘Did I really tell you-that?’ Alison asked with a slight smile.

‘No. But you cried at first-just a little, you know,’ he reminded her with odd gentleness. ‘And that told me a good deal. One doesn’t actually have to have shed tears to know what is behind them.’

‘Oh.’ Alison looked down, extremely moved.

‘Well, Alison?’

‘What?’ She looked up in that startled little way, to find his smile on her.

‘Am I forgiven?’

‘Why, of course.’ Alison smiled too.

‘Thank you,’ he said very gravely then.

There was a moment’s silence, and then he said, ‘I am sorry to have seen so little of you since that first evening, but you always seem to be out when I come. Then Rosalie explained to me how much in demand you were with your own set and-’

‘Rosalie told you that?’ Alison couldn’t keep her colour down.

‘Yes.’ He looked at her penetratingly and then said sharply, ‘Why not?’

‘Oh, nothing,’ Alison said, looking away from him.

After a long moment he said quietly, ‘I see.’ And Alison felt perfectly certain that he did.

But he made no other comment. He merely said, ‘Are you doing anything to-morrow, Alison?’

‘Oh, no.’ Alison’s surprise that he should suppose such a thing was more illuminating than she knew.

‘Then will you come for a drive with me? We could start early, and be right out in the country before the real heat of the day.’

Alison was silent, her hands locked together. The temptation to say ‘Yes’ was overwhelming, but some obscure instinct told her she was playing with particularly dangerous fire.

Julian looked faintly put out at her hesitation.

‘I thought I’d been forgiven,’ he reminded her teasingly, but she saw that he flushed slightly.

It was that flush which did it. Rosalie might hurt and humiliate him, thwart him and make him unsure of himself. It was beyond Alison to do the same for any reason, good or bad.