Lord of the Far Island by Victoria Holt (romance book recommendations TXT) 📗

the situation as an outsider would, unaffected by emotion.

That side of me summed up the situation. He came to London without saying who he was; he came to the house in Finlay Square; when Philip died he asked you here. That was reasonable enough, but why did he not say I was heiress to the Island? Perhaps he feared I would sell it. He wanted me to love the Island. And he had not said who he was because he did not want the Carringtons to know. It seemed wildly implausible when he was not there to look at me so earnestly with such love in his eyes. He had asked me to marry him, implying that it was purely out of love for me, but how much was love for the Island?

Then Ellen in love—for I had come to the conclusion that that was what I must be—took over: He likes to do strange things. He can't bear to act as ordinary people do. He wanted to see me and came to Finlay Square because he was curious about the sort of house we were getting perhaps, and most of all to talk to me alone. Rollo came and interrupted us then and cut short that interview. When Philip was killed he asked me here, which was natural enough, and it was possible that a girl who had lived mainly in London would very probably consider selling a remote island which she had inherited. It was true that the place grew on one; it had grown on me.

Yes, yes, said Ellen in love. I can understand it in a way.

I came out of the castle and climbed to the top of one of the hills from where I could look down and see most of the Island. How beautiful it was—very green touched with the gold of the gorse bushes; the houses with their orange roofs were enchanting and brooding over it all were the stone walls of the medieval edifice which had housed Kellaways for hundreds of years.

And this would soon be mine.

A man was slowly climbing the hill. There was something familiar about him. It couldn't be. I must be dreaming. But how like . . .

"Rollo!" I cried.

"Yes," he said, "you're surprised. I thought I'd find you somewhere."

"How did you get here?"

"By boat from the mainland. I'm staying at the local inn on the Island for a night or two. I have business in Truro and I thought I'd look you up on the way down. Esmeralda gave me the details."

"I see."

"I've come to ask you to forgive me," he said. "I'm afraid I was quite obnoxious the last time we met."

"I think we were all distraught."

"It was so sudden ... so unexpected. I've suffered many a qualm of conscience. After all, it was worse for you than for any of us."

"There was never any light on the matter?"

"Nothing. Now I look at it more calmly. I just can't believe he killed himself."

"I could never believe it. I think the gun must have gone off accidentally when Philip was cleaning it."

"There was no evidence that he was cleaning it."

"There must be a mistake, but I don't suppose we shall ever know."

"I had to come and see you, Ellen, because I wanted to ask you to forgive me."

"I do understand. I know what a great shock it must have been to you. Please don't worry about what you said to me. It was absolutely untrue. There were no quarrels between us."

"I was more and more sure of this as time passed."

"So do forget what you said. I am so glad that you no longer believe that I am responsible. How is Lady Emily?"

"Just the same as ever. She often speaks of you. We don't see a great deal of your cousin's family now. Esmeralda is on the point of becoming engaged to Frederick Bellings. She seemed very happy and contented when I last saw her. I understand you had an accident not long ago. I was talking to the landlady of the inn and she told me."

"Oh, how these things go round. I suppose the servants talked. Yes, my boat overturned."

"How did that happen?"

"How do these things happen? I suddenly noticed the boat was leaking. A boy from the castle fortunately saw me and came to the rescue and then Jago Kellaway came out and completed it."

"Did you discover what was wrong with the boat?"

"There was obviously a hole in it."

"How did that come about?"

"It's a mystery and was nearly fatal to me. I don't swim very well and was hampered by my clothes. I don't think I stood much chance of reaching the shore."

"What a terrible thing! I see it has little effect on you though. What about the boat? Was that brought in?"

"The boat hasn't come in yet."

"I suppose it won't now."

"I should hardly think so."

"So I have to congratulate you on your escape. My dear Ellen, you are not accident prone, are you? I remember something about your falling from a cliff. That was just after Philip's death. I expect you weren't as careful as you should have been on that occasion. It was at Dead Man's Leap, wasn't it? A dangerous spot."

"That was a terrifying experience. Yes, it does seem as you say that I might be accident prone."

He smiled and laid a hand over mine as it lay on the grass.

"You must take greater care obviously, Ellen. Examine your boats before you go out in them and for heaven's sake don't go near the edges of cliffs. Tell me, do you like being here? Are you going to stay long?"

"It seems to have become my home and I never had a real home before, you know. I could hardly call Cousin Agatha's house that. This place grows on me. I like it more and more every day."

"It's a rich island, I imagine. The agriculture seems in good form. A very profitable little place. The view from the highest peak is superb. I've