matter.â
âOf course not, Keith. I didnât mind waiting.â
âWhen I got there, the place looked deserted. No sign of the servants, so I figured sheâd sent them out. I called her name a couple of times, looked in her study. Even went through the kitchen and had a look out back from the windows.â
He broke off, sat looking at the ground. âYou know, a funny thing happened then. Iâll remember it a long time. I got sore at her, Nancy, really miffed. I was anxious to get up here. I thought to myself, she has one hell of a nerve, jerking strings any time she feels like it, making people jump.â
âShe wasnât like that, Keith. Not at all.â
âDonât I know it? All my life she did for me, for my mother, for that louse of a father of mine. If it hadnât been for Aunt Dorcas, weâd have gone hungry plenty of times. My old man with his rotten liquor and his big deals that never paid off ⦠Always Aunt Dorcas was a kind of fairy godmother to us.
âThe old man ⦠Being married to Dorcas Fergusonâs sister gave him a leg up on a pretty soft life. He could be a country club bum instead of a saloon rummy.â
âKeith.â
âNo, Iâve got to say it, Nancy. The way I got so put out with her this morning, just because she wasnât there. As if sheâd ever failed me! The way she came to my rescue after that Florida nightmare, and afterward, in my home town. God, I hope she forgives me, wherever she is.
âAll the time I was swearing at her, she was lying in the living room dead.â
âKeith. Donât. No more, darling.â
He raised his head slowly. âI decided to go into the living room and wait for her. Thatâs when I found her.â
She took his hand and held it protectively.
âThen I heard them coming, Nancy, Aunt Ivyâs husband and your father. All of a sudden I realized the spot I was in. So I really corned the whole deal off. I hid.â
âOh, Keith!â
He ground the cigarette under his heel, savagely. âYour father found me, skulking behind the drapes. All I could think of was making a break for it. I lost my headâwhat there is of it.â
An early jay berated them from a nearby sapling. Water whispered against the pier and boathouse.
âIâm in real trouble this time, Nancy.â
âYes,â she said. âYes, we are.â
âNot we!â
âWhy not?â
âNancy, I canât involve you in this. Youâve got to go back.â
âDid you do it, Keith? Look at me and tell me. Did you?â
âAs God is my witness, I loved Aunt Dorcas. I didnât lay a finger on her.â
âThen how can I turn my back on you?â
âYouâve got to.â
âYou donât understand,â she said softly. âYouâre everything that has meaning for me. Keith?â
âYouâre crazy, Nancy,â he said in a hoarse voice. But a part of him was wildly rejoicing. He sat struggling with himself.
âIâm not being altogether unselfish,â he heard Nancy say. He wished she would get up and leave, now, while he could still let her go. âIf I turned my back on you at the first sign of trouble, Keith, what would I think of myself? Keith, this is so new to you, isnât it? Having someone ⦠You donât know how to react, do you?â
âI should have passed up the lake and kept going,â he muttered.
Her hand slipped from his arm. She uttered a shaky laugh. âIf I were swimming naked, youâd hesitate to get your feet wet. Jump in, bud, thereâs water enough for two.â
Without moving any other part of his body, he thrust out his hand. âKeys,â he said.
âKeys?â
âTo your car. Weâll leave the MG. Theyâll be looking for it.â
The keys clashed. His hand closed over them. He got to his feet and brushed off the seat of his