secret. Iâd hate Archie to know. Heâs a proud man.â
âIâll pay it all backâ¦â
âConsider it a gift. After all, you entertain me and my family here at Pendrift every summer; itâs the very least we can do.â Julia sat up and took a deep breath, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief.
âThank you, Monty. I knew I could rely on you. Youâre always there, a wonderful knight in shining armor. What would we do without you? Youâre a real brick.â
âYouâre a splendid woman, Julia. A terrific wife and mother. Iâm glad you felt you could ask.â
âI know Archie would hate me to sneak about behind his back. But Iâm desperate. I canât stand to see him so burdened. It depresses him, weighs him down as if heâs carrying this heavy backpack all the time, full of unpleasant worries.â She smiled affectionately as she reminisced. âHe was very different when I married him. Of course, when one is young, one believes one is invincible, and he never anticipated inheriting Pendrift until he was an old man. He certainly never realized it would be such a load. We all imagined Ivan would last forever. He might have a ghastly temper at times. Iâve never minded that. Itâs the troubled silence that sends alarm bells ringing. Iâd far rather he tore the place apart in fury than fumed alone in his study. I canât reach him there, you see.â She sighed and placed her hand on her brother-in-lawâs arm. âI do love him so very much. I just want my old friend back. I know you understand.â
âI do. More than you know. And I want to do all I can to help.â
âI wonât ask again, I promise.â
âYou can ask as often as you like. Youâre family, and family must stick together.â
There was a noise from the hall. Julia jumped to her feet and smoothed down her blouse. âGoodness, thatâs Nanny with Bouncy. They must be back from the beach.â Before she hurried out she turned. âOur secret,â she repeated, smiling at him gratefully.
Celestria remained by the window, watching her father. He slouched back into the sofa and crossed one leg over the other. He continued to puff on his cigar, toying with it between his fingers and staring through the thin curl of smoke that wafted into the air. His eyes grew lazy, his thoughts far away, his face unusually solemn. She longed to know what he was thinking. Why he looked so grim. He didnât look himself at all. Suddenly she felt uncomfortable spying on him like that, eavesdropping and hearing things she was not supposed to. She retreated to her book and soon forgot all about it.
Instead of reading, she considered Archieâs birthday party. She had two options of dress; one was pale blue silk, which brought out the color of her eyes, and the other dusty pink with a dashing red sash, which emphasized her small waist. The decision was agonizing. After all, Julia had invited the Wilmotte boys, who were all holidaying in Rock, and, if she remembered rightly, Dan Wilmotte was rather debonair.
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C elestria should have noticed that things werenât as they should be. The repercussions of Archieâs predicament would touch them all in ways she could never have imagined. But she was young and selfish. All she could think about was the party. Her frocks hung in the cupboard like magic cloaks ready to spirit her off to a ballroom glittering with chandeliers and crystal, where men in white tie watched her with admiration, and women with envy. Where music echoed off mirrored walls and champagne bubbled in long-stemmed glasses. She was twenty-one, and she wanted to be in love.
Julia busied herself with her husbandâs birthday party as she did every year, and no one would have guessed that beneath her smile she was strangled with anxiety. A van load of men arrived to put up the tent, and caterers began to appear with boxes of