a tray once she had had a hot bath.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a bang on the front door and voices. Philly ran to open it and returned a moment later with an elderly couple shedding snow and looking uncertain.
‘Officer Greenslade sent them here,’ announced Philly. ‘They are on their way to Basingstoke.’
She began to unwind them from their snow-covered coats. ‘Mother will be here in a moment. Our name’s Selby—Father’s the vicar.’
‘Mr and Mrs Downe. We are most grateful …’
‘Here’s Mother.’ Philly ushered them to the Aga and introduced them, and Flora pulled up chairs.
‘A cup of tea to warm you?’ said Mrs Selby. ‘There’ll be supper presently, and you’ll sleep here, of course. It’s no trouble. Here’s my husband …’
The vicar and the professor came in together, and over mugs of tea the Downes reiterated their gratitude and, once warm, became cheerful.
Philly and her mother, busy at the Aga, rearranged the bedrooms.
‘Rose and Flora can manage in Lucy’s room; Mr and Mrs Downe can have their room.’ So Rose went upstairs again, and then led Mrs Downe away to tidy herself and find a nightie.
It was time she dealt with her own comfort, decided Sybil, since James was doing nothing about it.
‘I feel quite ill,’ she told Mrs Selby. ‘If I’m not being too much of a nuisance I do want to go to bed. If I could have a hot bath and just a little supper?’
Mrs Selby looked uncertain, and it was Philly who answered with a friendly firmness.
‘No bath. There’ll be just enough hot water for us all to wash—and if you go to bed now, I’m afraid we wouldn’t be able to do anything about your supper for a bit.’ She smiled, waving a spoon. ‘All these people to feed.’
‘But I’m ill …’ Sybil’s voice was lost in a commotion at the door again.
It was PC Greenslade again, this time with a solitary young man, his short jacket and trousers soaking and caked with snow.
‘Got lost,’ said the policeman. ‘On his bike, would you believe it? Going to London.’
There was a general reshuffle as everyone moved to give the young man a place near the Aga. More tea was made and then the policeman, suitably refreshed, went back to his cold job while the young man’s jacket was stripped off him.
He thanked them through chattering teeth. He was on his way to see his girlfriend in Hackney, he explained. He was a seasoned cyclist, rode miles, he added proudly, but like a fool he’d taken a shortcut recommended by a friend and lost his way …
‘You poor boy,’ said Mrs Selby. ‘You shall have a hot meal and go straight to bed.’
Professor Forsyth said quietly, ‘After a good rub down and dry clothes. You said that there will be no chance of a hot bath? He does need to get warm …’
The vicar spoke. ‘If everyone here will agree, we will use the hot water for a bath for this lad. There will still be just enough for a wash for the rest of us.’
There was a murmur of agreement and he led the young man away.
‘But I wanted a bath,’ said Sybil furiously.
‘But you’re warm and dry and unlikely to get pneumonia,’ said James, in what she considered to be an unfeeling voice.
The electricity went out then.
He told everyone to stay where they were, flicked on the lighter he had produced from a pocket and asked Mrs Selby where she kept the candles.
‘In the cupboard by the sink,’ said Philly. ‘I’ll get them.’
There were oil lamps, too, in the boot room beyond the kitchen. He fetched them, lighted them, and carried one upstairs to the vicar and his charge. The people in the kitchen were surprised to hear bellows of laughter coming from the bathroom.
Philly had filled a hot water bottle, and when the Professor reappeared thrust it at him. ‘He’ll have to sleep in your bed,’ she told him, and when he nodded she went on, ‘I’ll bring blankets down here and when everyone has gone to bed you can have the sofa. You won’t mind?’
‘Not in the least. Shall I take some food up? Clive—his name’s Clive Parsons—is ready for bed.’
‘Mother has warmed some soup. Katie can bring it up—she’s the youngest. She’s been doing her homework; she’s very clever and nothing disturbs her until it’s finished. But she should be here in a minute.’
‘Homework in the dark?’ he asked.
‘She’ll be reciting Latin verbs or something. I told you she was clever.’
The professor, beginning to enjoy himself enormously, laughed, received the hot water bottle and, presently back in the kitchen, devoted himself to improving Sybil’s temper.
This was no easy task, for she had taken refuge in a cold silence, which was rather wasted as everyone else was busy relating their experiences in the snow and speculating as to what it would be like in the morning.
Presently the vicar came to join them. Katie had taken a bowl of soup with a dumpling in it up to Clive and had left him to enjoy it while they all gathered round the table.
The beef, stretched to its limits, was eked out by great mounds of mashed potatoes and more dumplings and was pronounced the best meal eaten for years. There was more tea then, and everyone helped to clear the table and wash up. Sybil’s wistful excuses that she would like to help but she had to take care of her hands went unheeded. The professor, in his shirtsleeves, washed the dishes while Mr Downe dried them and Mrs Downe and Mrs Selby found more candles and candlesticks.
Philly had her head in the kitchen cupboard and the girls were laying the table for breakfast.
‘Porridge?’ queried Philly to the room at large. ‘For breakfast,’ she added.
There was a general murmur of agreement but Sybil said, ‘I thought porridge was what poor people in Scotland ate. I’ve never eaten it.’
The doctor said briskly, ‘Well, now will be your chance. It’s the best breakfast one can have on a cold winter’s morning.’
She glared at him. ‘If no one minds, I’ll go to bed.’
Philly gave her a hot water bottle and a candle. ‘I hope you feel better in the morning,’ she said kindly. ‘Remember about the hot water, won’t you?’
The doctor abandoned the sink for a moment and went to the door with Sybil.
He gave her a comforting pat on the shoulder. ‘You’ll feel better in the morning,’ he told her bracingly. ‘We are very lucky to have found such generous kindness.’
He smiled down kindly into her cross face, aware that the feeling he had for her at that moment wasn’t
