IV
In a non-smoking carriage Miss Emily Brent sat very upright as was her
custom. She was sixty- five and she did not approve of
lounging1. Her
father, a
Colonel2 of the old school, had been particular about deportment.
The present generation was shamelessly lax—in their carriage, and in
every other way…
Enveloped3 in an aura of righteousness and unyielding principles, Miss
Brent sat in her crowded third-class carriage and triumphed over its dis-
comfort and its heat. Everyone made such a
fuss4 over things nowadays!
They wanted injections before they had teeth pulled—they took drugs if
they couldn’t sleep—they wanted easy chairs and cushions and the girls
allowed their figures to slop about anyhow and lay about half naked on
the beaches in summer.
Miss Brent’s lips set closely. She would like to make an example of cer-
tain people.
She remembered last year’s summer holiday. This year, however, it
would be quite different. Soldier Island…
Mentally she re-read the letter which she had already read so many
times.
‘Dear Miss Brent,
I do hope you remember me? We were together at Belhaven
Guest House in August some years ago, and we seemed to
have so much in common.
I am starting a guest house of my own on an island off the
coast of Devon. I think there is really an opening for a
place where there is good plain cooking and a nice old-
fashioned type of person. None of this nudity and gramo-
phones half the night. I shall be very glad if you could see
your way to spending your summer holiday on Soldier Is-
land—quite free—as my guest. Would early in August suit
you? Perhaps the 8th.
Yours sincerely,
U.N.O—.’
What was the name? The signature was rather difficult to read. Emily
Brent thought impatiently: ‘So many people write their signatures quite il-
legibly.’
She let her mind run back over the people at Belhaven. She had been
there two summers running. There had been that nice
middle-aged5 wo-
man—Miss—Miss—now what was her name?—her father had been a
Canon. And there had been a Mrs Olton—Ormen—No, surely it was Oliver!
Yes—Oliver.
Soldier Island! There had been things in the paper about Soldier Island
—something about a film star—or was it an American millionaire?
Of course often those places went very cheap—islands didn’t suit every-
body. They thought the idea was romantic but when they came to live
there they realized the disadvantages and were only too glad to sell.
Emily Brent thought to herself: ‘I shall be getting a free holiday at any
rate.’
With her income so much reduced and so many
dividends6 not being
paid, that was indeed something to take into consideration. If only she
could remember a little more about Mrs—or was it Miss—Oliver?
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