The group’s excitement dissipated, and even Nelson rested his head on his paws and lay forlornly at George’s feet. The meeting continued in a genial manner, and after some discussion it was decided that Emily would coordinate the work on Alice’s book idea. They would bring in a freelance writer to develop it until Alice came back; it was hoped they could generate some noteworthy stories about women and children on the home front, as well as tales of exceptional romance and bravery from everyday lives.

Just as they were preparing to leave, George addressed them again. “I’ll be expecting you all to dig deep into your own lives—think about family members or friends who might have had experiences they’ve never shared before. You know how people can surprise you.” He stared directly at Alice.

She didn’t know where to look, but she waited for everyone to leave and caught up with him. “I am really very sorry, George,” she said, forcing herself to meet his gaze. “I will try to hurry back, but I understand that you can’t keep my job open.” She’d no idea what had got into her; there was no possibility of her ever coming back. How could she keep up the pretense in the office, hiding the identity of the baby’s father along with her anguish over what had happened? The whole idea was wildly inappropriate, and she couldn’t believe she’d suggested it, yet the thought of leaving them all and her job for good seemed just as impossible.

“Nonsense!” said George. “There will always be a place for you here; you know that. And that’s the reason why you will have to excuse my selfishness, even though I really am very sorry for your cousin.” He placed an arm around her shoulders.

Alice shuddered, bracing herself against his touch; so much about him reminded her of Rupert.

“We’ll all be sorry to see you go, Alice, but we understand how difficult it must be for you too. And we value your loyalty to your family. It’s only right to keep strong principles during these times.” His sincerity made her feel a hundred times worse.

“Thank you, George. I think so too.” She forced a smile, wishing things were different and that she could have shared the truth.

Two

At lunchtime Ursula followed Alice into the courtyard. Bundled in her red velvet turban and old sable coat, Ursula was clearly fuming that Alice hadn’t confided in her. “So,” she said, “this cousin of yours, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk about her before.”

“Really? I’m sure I must have . . . she’s a poor old thing.” Alice picked at a corner of her sandwich. “Mum’s convinced she’s having a nervous breakdown, so we need to be there—for the baby.”