'Tis the Season to Come'

Cynthia is a protégé of my mother's, the daughter of an old school fellow of hers who married a rascally solicitor. My mother came to the rescue, and Cynthia has been with us nearly two years now. She works in the Red Cross Hospital at Tadminster, seven miles away. I shall never forget my first sight of Mary Cavendish, her tall slender form, outlined against the bright light. The vivid sense of slumbering fire that seemed to find expression only in those wonderful tawny eyes of hers,. remarkable eyes, different from any other woman that I have ever known. All these things are burnt into my memory. Evie: "I