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looking up at the minstrels’ gallery to remind me. The old ache was still there. There would never be anyone like Beau. I started to walk up the staircase, Benjie following close ... past the haunted gallery. I was thinking, Why should I continue to brood on you, Beau. You went away and left me.
    We looked into the rooms and we came to the one with the fourPoster bed. I stock looking at it and the bitterness and longing seemed as
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    strong as ever. Benjie was beside me. He said: “Carlotta, you’re no longer a child.
    I’ve been wanting to speak to you for a long time, but you seemed so young....”
    That made me want to laugh. How much younger I was when I had frolicked on that bed with Beau! How ... unadventurous! How different from Beau.
    “Carlotta, I think they are expecting it.”
    “Expecting what?”
    “Us to marry.”
    “Are you asking me?”
    “I am. What do you say?”
    I seemed to see Beau laughing at me. “It is what they expect. Your laggard lover has waited until you are of a ripe age. That makes us laugh, does it not, Carlotta?
    Bless you, my dear, you were ripe from the cradle. Such as you are. Marry your quiet Benjie. You will have a secure life, a safe one, and I promise you an incredibly dull one.”
    I knew I had not escaped from Beau. If I said yes now to Benjie I would feel no elation, no exhilarating anticipation such as I had felt when I entered this house to meet Beau.
    “No,” I said to Benjie. “No.” And something made me add: “Not yet.”
    Benjie was all understanding. “I have hurried you,” he said.
    Hurried me! I thought. I have known your feelings for a long time. He had no notion of the sort of person I was. I imagined Beau in similar circumstances. If I had refused him he would have laughed at me. He would have forced me onto that bed.
    Did I want that sort of lover?
    Again I seemed to hear Beau’s laughter. Yes, you do. You do.
    He would think it a great joke that here in this very room where, as Beau would have said, we had sported so merrily, Benjie should ask me to marry him and when I said no imagine that he had hurried me, and suggested marriage when I in my innocence was not prepared for it.
    No, I had not escaped from Beau.
    We went out to our horses.
    “Don’t be disturbed, dearest Carlotta,” said Benjie. “I am going to ask you later.”
    Harriet came to my room. She was sparkling with good health and I was sure that she was no less beautiful than she had been ten years
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    before. She was plumper perhaps but not in an unsightly way; in fact the extra flesh did not detract from her beauty. She saw to it, she said, that it appeared in the right places.
    I think she knew that Benjie had asked me to marry him. Some of the servants believed she had special powers and I was inclined to agree with them. Those incredibly beautiful violet eyes with the heavy black lashes were unusually discerning and there was little they missed.
    “So, my little seductress,” she said, “you have failed to make my Benjie a happy man. He asked you today, didn’t he?”
    I nodded.
    “And you said no. My deduction is that you added the rider ‘not yet,’ for he is not so dejected as I would expect him to be if he had received a blank refusal.”
    “Harriet, you are right as usual.”
    I was laughing with her. She always lightened my spirits. I suppose I loved Harriet more than anyone except Beau. It was due to the fact that during the formative years of my childhood I believed her to be my mother. No, it was more than that. She was what I thought of as one of us-that meant that she was like Beau and myself.
    We were the adventurers of this world, determined to have what we wanted and, if circumstances warranted it, were none too scrupulous as to how we got it.
    It suddenly occurred to me that we had all been sent into the world with outstanding beauty. Beau and Harriet had that and it would have been false modesty on my part not to agree that I had it in some measure. By