She was kind to me, she meant to be kind. She was explaining Guy to me; he was hers now, but she would not shut us out.
I wondered if she was kind to Cousin Delia too, and what Cousin Delia thought of her.
About a fortnight later they were engaged. Her name was Diana Sotheby; her father was the captain of a battleship; she was very ‘well connected,’ people told us, and twenty years old.
Cousin Delia said:
‘She is lovely, and I think she is fond of Guy. They will be married when Guy is better; when he is out of hospital.’
She wrote to Mollie in Salonika, and so did I. I don’t know at all if Guy wrote too.
Cousin Delia went back to Yearsly, and still the war went on.
We invited Diana to tea. Walter did not like her.
‘A dreadful young woman,’ he said, ‘I don’t know what Guy is about!’
I said: