Fanny s letter arrived quite out of the blue~
\". ~ ~ you ll remember this place，\" it said~ \"Those Sund~
afternoon drives~ Your father used to ask us where we d lil
to go and we d chant in unison， Past Sherringham Hal
Your mother scolded us for our morbid curiosity， said
ought to go to the Rake， or the beacon， or the nearest state
home~ But to get to the lake， or the beacon， or the neare
stately home we had to pass Sherr!ngham Hall anywa3
Funny， isn t it， when you think back?
Prophetic perhaps， but not funny， not funny at all. Lorn
turned over the page~
\"... I d like to see you. Of course， if you feel you can t， I l
understand...\"
Of course.
When Charley came in she showed him the letter， asked
him point blank: \"Shall I go?\"
\"Whatever you hke.
Just so long as you don t involve me， was the unspoken
rider. He immersed himself in paperwork， switched off his
tttention.
，， ， ，， .
I ll go on Thursday， she said.
From the back seat of her father s Bentley all that had been
risible of Sherringham Hall was a clock tower， a spire and a
himney. The house had been surrounded by trees~ In the
tinter there had been the occasional glimpse of late sun
linting on a window~ \"Barred，\" Fanny had said， with relish，
and all the rooms，padded.\" \"It s changed a ~reat de .\"
anny had written Or did we o \" . . u al
~ my ever Imagine all that?\"
Probably. At that stage fantasy had played a large part in
leir lives: that one day they would play the piano on the
age of the Wigmore Hall， win Wimbledon， be desired by
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