“But then you hadn’t the advantage of knowing my cousin Theresa. I assure you she made it her business to know everything, and Annie Joyce lived with her for seven years or so.”

Lyndall shook her head. She looked as if she were shaking something off.

“You’ve made up your mind. Philip, you mustn’t do that. It makes me go the other way, because somebody has got to be fair. I can’t help thinking about Anne. I loved her very much. I thought she had come back. If she hasn’t, it’s a dreadfully cruel trick. But if she has-if it is really Anne- what are we doing-how are we treating her? I keep thinking of that all the time. To come back home and find that nobody wants you-to find that your own husband doesn’t want you-it’s-it’s the most dreadful thing. I keep thinking about it.”

Philip stepped away from the door, stepped away from Lyndall.

“Stop harrowing yourself. She isn’t Anne.”

CHAPTER 8

Mr. Codrington’s interview was not going according to plan-at least not to any plan of Philip’s. The offer of the late Miss Theresa Jocelyn’s thirty thousand pounds in return for a receipt signed Annie Joyce had been as lightly and smilingly refused as if it had been a cucumber sandwich.

“Dear Mr. Codrington-how could I! It wouldn’t be legal- I mean, I couldn’t sign poor Annie’s name-”

“Philip never intended to keep this money-” He bit his lip. He ought to have said Sir Philip-if he was talking to Annie Joyce he would certainly do so. He found it impossible to believe that he was talking to Annie Joyce. He found it impossible to believe that he was not talking to Anne Jocelyn.

She sat just across the hearth from him, her long slim legs stretched out to the fire, her head with its bright curls thrown back against a cushion which repeated the blue of her dress- a very pleasant picture, softened by the faint haze of her cigarette. She held it away from her in the hand which rested on the arm of her chair and smiled.

“No-Philip never meant me to keep it. That’s what we had the row about. You know, I don’t believe he has got over it yet. That’s why he is being so horrid now. We both lost our tempers-said we wished we hadn’t married each other-” she waved the cigarette-“things like that. Of course he was quite right-Cousin Theresa hadn’t any business to leave me the money after practically adopting Annie. And I wouldn’t have taken it, Mr. Codrington-I really wouldn’t-but there was Philip putting down his foot and saying I wasn’t to, and all the rest of it, and naturally I wasn’t going to stand for that. You do like to refuse your own legacies.” She laughed a little. “Philip was very, very tactless, and of course I wasn’t going to give in, so we had our row, and I dashed off to France. And now-well, I’ve got over it, but I don’t think he has. I don’t see how he can really believe that I am Annie Joyce. It’s silly. He’s just being stiff-necked and obstinate. You know what the Jocelyns are like.”

Mr. Codrington found himself every moment more convinced. The changes which he noticed were those which were only natural in the circumstances. It was just on four years since he had seen her. She was older, she was thinner, she looked as if she had been ill. She had a little more manner, and there were signs that it had been acquired amongst foreigners. Well, she had been living amongst foreigners, hadn’t she? There was nothing in that.

He said, “What do you want?”

She had her cigarette at her lips. She drew at it without hurrying herself. The haze between them deepened. Then she said, looking away from him into the fire,

“I want a reconciliation.”

“I’m afraid that won’t be easy.”

“No. But that’s what I want. I don’t think I ought to let our marriage break up without trying to save it. Philip cared for me enough to marry me, and we had some happy times. I have learned a lot since then-I’ve learned to keep my temper, for one thing. I suppose he has put that up to you as one of the reasons why he thinks I’m Annie Joyce. Well, if I hadn’t learned how to keep my temper out there under the Germans I really should have been dead by now. You can tell Philip that.” She leaned towards him, the cigarette in her hand. “Mr. Codrington, do help us. Philip’s angry because I’ve come back. He’s imagining himself in love with Lyndall, and he doesn’t want me. I want to save our marriage if I can. Won’t you help?”

He made no reply in words, only lifted his hand and let it fall again upon his knee. He was actually a good deal moved.

After a moment she said in a different tone,

“Mr. Codrington-what am I to do? I haven’t any money. I can’t sign that receipt, but can’t you let me have some of the money? You see, it’s really mine whichever way you look at it.”

“Not quite, I am afraid.”

“Well, what happens next? It’s all so strange. I never thought of anything like this, and I don’t know what to do. Is there anything I could do in-in a legal way?”

“You could bring a suit against Philip in respect of Anne Jocelyn’s property.”

She looked distressed.

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that.”

He was watching her keenly.

“Or Philip might bring a suit against you in respect of those pearls you are wearing, and any other jewelry which belonged to his wife. In either case the verdict would depend on whether you were able to establish your identity as Anne Jocelyn.”

The look of distress deepened. She drew at her cigarette.

“Would Philip do that?”

“He might.”

“It would be horrid. It would be in the papers. Oh, we couldn’t do anything like that! I thought-”

“Yes? What did you think?”

“I thought-oh, Mr. Codrington, couldn’t it be settled privately? That’s what I thought. Couldn’t we get the family together and let them decide? Like the conseil de famille in France.”

“There would be no legal value in such a decision.”

Her colour had risen. She was pretty and animated.

“But if we were all agreed, there would be no need of any legal decision. You do not have to go into a court of law to prove that you are Mr. Codrington. It is only because Philip keeps on saying that I am not his wife that there is any talk about going to law.”

Mr. Codrington put up a hand and stopped her.

“Wait a minute-wait a minute-Anne Jocelyn is legally dead. Even if Philip recognized you, there would be certain formalities-”

She interrupted him eagerly.

“But you could see to all that. There wouldn’t have to be a case about it, and a lot of publicity. It would just be that I came back after everyone thought I was dead.”

“Something like that-if Philip recognized you and no one else raised the question.”

She said quickly, “Who else would be likely to raise it?”

“Philip’s next of kin-the next heir to the title and estates.”

“That would be Perry Jocelyn. Would he be likely to do that?”

“I can’t tell you what anyone would be likely to do. It would depend upon whether he believed that you were Anne.” In his own mind he didn’t see Perry raising trouble for anyone, but it wasn’t for him to say so.

She was asking with some anxiety,

“Where is he? Can you get at him? He’s not abroad?”

“No-I believe he’s somewhere near London. He is married you know-two years ago, to an American girl. So you see he is a good deal concerned.”

She nodded.

“I see-it would be to his advantage if Philip was married and separated from his wife.”

Mr. Codrington said drily, “I really can’t imagine such an idea coming into Perry’s head.”

She said, “Oh, well-” There was a graceful movement of the cigarette. She laughed a little. “I thought we were talking from the legal point of view. You mustn’t make it a personal matter. Let us get back to the family council. Get all the family together-Perry, and his wife, and anyone else you can lay hands on, and let them say whether they recognize me. If they do, it seems to me there’s an end of it, and I think Philip must stop being so obstinate, because no one in any case would believe him against all the rest of the family. But if they are on Philip’s side, well, then I will go away and call myself something else. But I will not call myself Annie Joyce, because I am Anne Jocelyn and no one can take that from me!” Those very fine eyes were proudly lit.