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‘Oh, look at these baubles. I remember Granny buying them at Flora’s in Macclesfield,’ Katie, sitting on the floor, going through one of the large cardboard boxes of decorations, enthused, holding up the glittering ornament.

Flora’s was a garden centre famous for its Christmas decorations.

‘Oh, and these!’ she exclaimed, holding up a fabric bauble made from velvet and glittering beaded silk. ‘Aunt Janey made them, didn’t she, from pieces of our own silk?’

‘I thought we were supposed to be decorating the tree, not reminiscing,’ Harry teased her, but Katie didn’t pay any attention. She loved this part of Christmas.

On the other side of the tree Emma was working far more industriously through the contents of her box, insisting, ‘You can’t put that there; it doesn’t go. We agreed we’d stick to a colour theme this year, remember?’

‘But these are so pretty,’ Katie protested.

‘Here’s the fairy,’ Harry told her. ‘I’ll hold the ladder for you whilst you put it on.’

Scrambling to her feet, Katie took the fairy from him and started to climb the ladder.

The tree was tall and very wide at the base – so wide, in fact, that even though she was leaning forward she couldn’t quite reach the top.

‘Come back down, Katie, and I’ll move the ladders,’ Harry suggested.

‘It’s OK. I can reach if I just lean over a bit more.’

‘Katie, no!’ Harry protested, but Katie laughed down at him before stretching up on tiptoe to try to reach the top. But her foot slipped, the sound of her own gasp of shock mingling with Harry’s anxious, ‘Katie!’ as she lost her balance and crashed down, her fall broken by Harry, who rushed to try to save her.

‘Are you all right?’

‘What’s happened?’

‘What on earth was that noise?’

‘Katie fell off the ladder.’

‘Katie, are you all right?’ Her father was crouching on the floor beside her, saying calmly, ‘Let’s have a look at you. Don’t try and move.’

Move? That was the last thing she felt like doing. She felt sick and dizzy, and there was the most dreadful pain in her arm.

‘How is she?’ That was her mother, sounding impatient and anxious at the same time.

‘Is she hurt?’ That was Aunt Rose.

‘She’s broken her arm, by the look of it. We’d better get her down to A & E.’

Broken her arm? But she was going skiing next week, and she had to go because Tom would be there, and she desperately wanted to see him.

However, when Katie tried to tell everyone that, the pain in her arm became so intense that she fainted instead.

‘Here you are, Janey. This is the last of them.’

Janey took the empty Tupperware containers from Ella and put them into the back of the Range Rover.

‘Dad and Amber both look well,’ Ella continued, watching as Janey closed the back of the car.

‘Yes, they’re marvellous,’ Janey smiled.

Ella had taken the opportunity of the distraction provided by Katie’s fall to have a few minutes on her own with her sister.

‘A lot of that is down to you,’ she pointed out. ‘I really don’t know how you cope with all that you’ve got to do.’

‘Oh, I don’t mind. Dad and Amber aren’t any trouble at all.’ She paused and then acknowledged, ‘I wish I could say the same about Cassandra. She’s become so very difficult, and John finds it very hard to deal with her. To be honest, she wears me down. I felt so envious of all of you when we were in the kitchen earlier; you all looked so groomed and glamorous.’

‘Oh, Janey.’ Ella gave her sister a fierce hug.

‘You are the best of all of us.’

As she released Janey, Ella, feeling awkward, said, ‘I’ve brought some clothes with me that I thought you might be able to use. I know you don’t get much chance to shop these days.’

‘And if I did I wouldn’t have the money to buy designer clothes. Oh, it’s all right,’ she assured Ella, ‘I don’t mind eating humble pie – which is just as well as we’d probably all starve if we didn’t.’ Anything of Ella’s with a waist in it would have to be let out, of course, Janey thought, since she was nowhere near as svelte as her sister, but luckily that was something she could do herself.

‘I don’t know how we’d manage without all the help we get from the family, and I’m especially grateful to you, Ella, for giving up your share of the Walton Street business profits to me. They’ve installed the new central heating in the Dower House, which Cassandra insisted she was entitled to, and bought me this very handsome vehicle.’

‘You deserve it, Janey, and more. I’m sorry that Cassandra is giving you such a hard time.’

‘I can’t understand why she is being so mean,’ Janey responded. ‘Especially when she and our mother were such great friends.’

Ella wondered if this was the time to tell Janey about the real relationship that had existed between their late mother and their father’s cousin. Even now, after all these years, she hated thinking about the time as a child she had opened her parents’ bedroom door to see her mother and Cassandra naked on the bed together, Cassandra caressing her mother intimately, but before she could bring herself to speak, Janey’s elder son came out of the kitchen to join them.

‘Uncle Drogo has just rung from the hospital. Katie has broken her arm but it’s a nice clean break and the hospital says it will mend well.’

‘Well, thank goodness for that.’ Janey greeted Harry’s announcement with relief. ‘Go and find your father and David, will you please, darling, and tell them that I’m ready to leave? I’ve got to get back,’ she explained to Ella, after Harry had gone, ‘otherwise I won’t be able to get organised for the morning. I’ve left everything you’ll all need for breakfast in the fridge.’

‘Modern life is a far cry from the days when houses like these were run by an army of servants,’ Ella remarked as they closed the door on the cold night air, and then took off their coats, a sturdy well-worn Barbour in Janey’s case, and a luxurious camel-coloured wool and cashmere coat in Ella’s. ‘I wonder what Blanche would make of things if she was alive today?’

‘She wouldn’t approve at all,’ Janey laughed.

‘If you’ve got time we could go to our room and I could give you those things I mentioned?’

‘You’re so tactful, Ella,’ Janey told her, ‘trying to be discreet and make sure that the others don’t see me accepting my big sister’s charity, but truthfully, I don’t mind. Pride is a luxury I simply can’t afford, and I am truly grateful to you.’

When she got back to New York, she’d buy her sister something lovely and special and brand new, Ella promised herself, fiercely blinking away the tears she knew Janey would hate to see.

‘What makes it all so much more difficult with Aunt Cassandra and John is that she will keep reminding him of what close friends she and John’s mother were. She says it in that sort of way that implies that John owes her something above and beyond the very generous provisions for her made by his father in his will. I know it’s mean of me but I can’t help wishing that she hadn’t decided not to go and stay with her friends in Brighton this Christmas.

‘Oh, I know what I meant to say,’ Janey continued, changing the subject. ‘Your Olivia and Robert looked very happy in one another’s company when they arrived this evening. Is something going on there?’

The amused and questioning note in Janey’s voice distracted Ella from thinking about the brief sharp prick of warning she had felt when Janey had been talking about John’s mother and Cassandra.

‘They’ve always got on well together.’ Ella sidestepped Janey’s teasing question. Naturally she’d noticed Olivia’s glow of happiness, and she’d seen the looks that Olivia and Robert had been exchanging, but if something was going on between them it was a very new ‘something’, and one she wasn’t sure she liked.

‘I’m sorry for causing so much trouble, Dad,’ Katie said as Drogo stopped the car in front of Denham.

‘And so you should be, Katherine,’ Emerald scolded. ‘You’re old enough to know better than to take such silly risks.’

‘Yes,’ Emma chipped in with big-sister superiority. ‘Harry told you to come down.’

Drogo shot his younger daughter a sympathetic smile. ‘Not in too much pain now, are you?’ he asked her.

Stupidly it was her father’s kindness that brought her close to tears, rather than her mother and her sister’s criticism, Katie acknowledged, as she sniffed and shook her head. ‘My arm aches a bit but that’s all.’

‘You’re lucky you didn’t end up with concussion after a fall like that,’ Emerald told her, her crossness a cover for the shock and anxiety she had felt when she’d hurried into the hall to see her daughter lying crumpled there.

‘It was Harry who saved her from that by breaking her fall,’ Emma announced. ‘I bet he’ll be bruised black and blue with you falling on top of him like a sack of potatoes,’ she added. ‘Of course, you won’t be able to go skiing now. Not with a broken arm.’

‘I’ll be able to manage, Katie protested. ‘You see loads of people out there with arms and legs in plaster.’

‘Yes, but they’ve normally had that plaster put on whilst they’ve been out there. They don’t fly out to ski with it on, do they?’ Emma retorted.

‘Dad, I can still go, can’t I?’ Katie pleaded. ‘Zoë’s expecting me to, and I could sit out whilst the others ski.’ Of course she wasn’t going to say anything about Tom, but it was the thought of not seeing him that was making her feel sick and miserable.’

‘Well…’ Drogo began, but Emerald shook her head. ‘Don’t be silly, Katie. Of course you can’t go. What would be the point? And apart from anything else, your father and I would never have a moment’s peace, worrying about you, if you did.’

Somehow, after that, David’s, ‘I’ve put the fairy on the top of the tree for you,’ wasn’t as comforting as it might have been. She wasn’t going to be able to go to Klosters. Zoë would be furious with her – she was furious with herself; furious and miserable.

‘At least it’s not your right arm, darling,’ Amber tried to cheer up her granddaughter, ‘and you’re welcome to stay on with us, you know, until your parents get back from Australia. I know it won’t be as much fun as Switzerland.’

Katie forced a wan smile, whilst over her head Emerald gave her mother a grateful look.

‘If you’re sure it won’t be too much for you and Jay, Mummy, that would be wonderful.’

‘Emerald, I am seventy-nine not ninety-nine,’ Amber pointed out with a touch of asperity in her voice. ‘It will be a good opportunity for me to do something about sorting out some of the old records of our fabrics. I’ve been meaning to do it for ages. It will be a step towards organising that archive you’ve been talking about, Katie. Jay and I salvaged snippets of fabric and wallpaper from Felton Priory before it was sold, and they are really interesting.’

Staying on here at Denham would be much better than being at home in London on her own, Katie knew, but it wouldn’t be Klosters. Even so, she forced herself to look appreciative, knowing that under almost any other circumstances she’d have been thrilled by such an opportunity.

Family tradition meant that everyone had an early night after their arrival, and with Katie back from hospital, those mothers with young children started to gather them up ready for baths and bed.

‘I’ll come up with you and Sam, Mum,’ Olivia told Ella. ‘I need to collect my case from your room, and hand over some parcels to Santa,’ she added with a smile in her younger brother’s direction, laughing when he gave her a scathing look and told her, ‘I’m fourteen years old. I stopped believing in Father Christmas when I was six.’

Laughing back, Olivia ruffled his hair and teased, ‘So does that mean you don’t want any presents then?’

Ella hadn’t intended to start asking questions – after all, Olivia would tell her if there was anything she wanted her to know – but it was impossible for her to stop herself from commenting lightly, once Sam was in bed in the room he was sharing with Jamie, and Ella and Olivia were back in Ella and Oliver’s room, ‘You and Robert seem to be getting on well.’

‘Well, I suppose it’s natural that we should gravitate towards one another. After all, we are the eldest members of our generation.’

Olivia’s airy response did more to increase Ella’s concern for her daughter than to reduce it. That kind of evasion just wasn’t like Olivia.

‘Has he said anything to you about his visit to Lauranto? Sooner or later he’s going to have to decide whether or not he wants to succeed Alessandro and become Crown Prince, and if he does—’

‘He picked me up from the airport, Mom, that’s all. I hope everyone’s going to like their Christmas presents. Oh, and you’ll never guess who I saw just after I’d dropped off my piece to Vanity Fair.’

Olivia plainly wanted to change the subject.

‘Who?’ Ella asked her.

‘Tait Cabot Forbes,’ Olivia grimaced, explaining when Ella didn’t respond, ‘You know, that dreadful journo who wrote about Maisie changing her will, and you and Dad.’

‘Yes, I know who you mean, darling, but once your father had spoken with him privately and explained the situation he didn’t pursue the matter.’

‘No, but he didn’t apologise in print for what he’d said either, did he?’

‘Well, he couldn’t really, could he? Not when your father had said that what he told him was in the strictest confidence.’

Ella gave her daughter a loving smile. Olivia was extremely loyal to those she loved – it was one of her strongest characteristics and a lovely one – but sometimes it made it hard for her to accept that life was not always black or white but came in various shades of grey

‘Tait is a journalist,’ Ella reminded Olivia, ‘and a very good one, and he was only doing his job, after all.’

Olivia nodded. But no matter what her mother said she was not prepared to forgive Tait Cabot Forbes for the way he had publicly tried to accuse her parents of doing something wrong, and she would certainly never forget it.

His whole article had been based on supposition, suspicion and spite. In it he had tried to claim that her parents must have put undue pressure on their elderly friend Maisie Fischerbaum to change her will, cutting out the trustees to whom she had originally entrusted her estate, and instead appointing Ella and Oliver as the sole trustees of her billion-dollar foundation, and responsible for deciding which charitable causes would benefit from it. The fact that she had made this change in her ninetieth year, using a new solicitor and without saying a word to the original trustees, had led to a good deal of gossip behind the scenes about her decision and her parents’ involvement with her, Olivia knew. However, she also knew that the reason Maisie had changed her will was because she had been devastated to discover that shortly after the death of an old friend of hers, his trustees had ignored his wishes and used his money in ways of which he would not have approved. After that Maisie felt that the only people she could trust were Olivia’s parents. They had tried to reassure her, but Maisie had refused to change her mind, and the new will was drawn up in secrecy at her insistence. The original trustees hadn’t done anything illegal and Maisie had been worried that if it got out that she no longer trusted them to carry out her wishes to the letter, they might either sue her for defamation, or have her legally declared to be unfit to continue to conduct her own financial affairs.

After her death, when the gossip had started, Olivia had urged her parents to go public with Maisie’s reasons for changing her will, but they had felt honourbound not to say anything in case Maisie’s distrust ended up reflecting badly on her original trustees, who, after all, had done nothing wrong. It was typical of her parents to protect others at their own expense, Olivia knew.

Her parents might have forgiven Tait for his article now he had backed off, but Olivia didn’t intend to do so. He hadn’t actually taken back what he’d said or apologised, had he? And besides, there was something about Tait as a person, as a man, that made her feel on edge, and…and judged. He was so…so pleased with himself, and arrogantly and, yes, sexually male. Not like Robert, who was so very much more gentlemanly.

Robert…Olivia hugged to herself the thought of the kiss they had shared.

‘Here’s your case,’ Ella told Olivia. ‘Amber said to tell you that you’re in the lilac room.’

‘She knows that’s my favourite,’ Olivia smiled, reaching for the strap of her roller case.

Each of Denham’s many bedrooms was decorated in a different colour to coordinate with the Denby Mill silk used for its soft furnishings.

The panelling in the room Ella and Oliver were occupying was painted a soft grey blue, to contrast with the butter-yellow silk curtains, their Greek key design border a deeper richer gold. The Greek key design provided a border for the blue-grey and off-white trellis-patterned carpet, whilst the bedcover, the seats of the two bedroom chairs and the lamps on the mantelpiece were covered in the yellow silk.

Within seconds of Olivia going, the bedroom door opened again and Oliver walked in.

‘You look thoughtful,’ he commented.

‘Mmm…I think there could be something going on between Olivia and Robert.’

‘Robert? How can there be something going on between them? She hasn’t seen him since last Christmas, has she?’

‘No, but when they came in together tonight, there was definitely something there, and she did have that crush on him at one stage.’

‘Robert,’ Oliver repeated in the tone of voice a man uses when he suddenly realises that his little girl has transferred her affections to another male.

‘She hasn’t said anything to me,’ Ella admitted. ‘In fact, if anything she was rather evasive when I brought up the subject, so I could be wrong, but somehow I don’t think so.’

In their room – the room that had been hers when she had been growing up, but which her mother had had redecorated five years ago, along with the rest of the house – Emerald dropped into one of the pretty Louis Quatorze-style chairs, the elegant arch of her feet in the high heels she insisted on wearing no matter what the fashion, revealed as she crossed her legs.

‘Why must our children be so exhausting, Drogo?’ she demanded.

‘Probably because they’re your children,’ Drogo answered with a smile.

‘I would never have tried to do anything as pointlessly silly as Katie,’ Emerald claimed, quickly changing the subject to continue, ‘Poor Janey, she’s beginning to look quite old. She really should take a bit more care of herself

‘I doubt she has the time – or the money,’ Drogo said mildly.

‘They’d be a lot better off if they let Fitton and moved in here with Mummy and Jay. After all, John could run both estates just as easily from here as he can from Fitton. Denham’s a far more comfortable house, and Janey would be on hand to help Mummy and Jay when they need it.’

‘Fitton means far too much to John for him to ever want to do that, and even if it didn’t, John would still have the problem of Cassandra living in the Dower House.’

Emerald gave a small exasperated sigh.

‘I do hope that Rose isn’t going to get too involved with Nick and those children of his now that he and Sarah are separating. Not now, when we’re hoping to expand into the commercial market. If we do get contracts to provide the soft furnishings and the interior designs for hotel bedrooms, then we’re going to need Rose. She fusses far too much over Nick – I’ve always said so. He isn’t even her child, and there’s no real proof that Josh fathered him.’

‘Apart from the fact that Nick looks exactly like Josh, you mean,’ Drogo pointed out. He was used to his wife criticising her relatives, and he knew that in reality Emerald’s critical manner was just a cover for the concern that her nature would not allow her to express openly.

‘It’s all very well us coming here to Denham, Drogo, but the family would be every bit as comfortable at Osterby as they are here. More so, in fact, since Osterby is properly staffed.’

Since Osterby, the Lenchester family seat, was of a similar size to Blenheim, whereas Denham was of far more modest proportions, at Emerald’s comment Drogo gave her a wry look.

‘Osterby might have the grandeur and stature of a would-be palace, but Denham is a proper home.’

‘It isn’t as though Mummy and Jay couldn’t afford to employ more staff. Mummy inherited all Greatgrandmother’s money, after all, and that was millions. Heavens, when Mummy grew up here, there were dozens of servants. Now, apart from the Leggits and the estate workers, there’s no one. Janey’s actually cooked virtually all the food for Christmas herself. I really do think we’re going to have to say something to Mummy. I mean, Janey was actually talking about drawing up a rota for kitchen duties!’ Emerald wrinkled her nose, making Drogo laugh. ‘It’s all right for you,’ she objected. ‘My manicure will never last until we get back to London.’

‘You do realise that you are the world’s worst snob, don’t you?’ Drogo teased her. ‘And that we’re going to be in the Australian outback for nearly three weeks when we leave here?’

‘You might be in the Australian outback, counting your sheep or whatever it is people do on sheep stations; I shall be staying in a decent hotel in Sydney or the Whitsunday Islands.’ A sudden smile illuminated her face, the other side of her nature breaking through like a patch of brilliantly blue in an otherwise grey sky.

‘I am so lucky to have married you, Drogo.’ She reached up to cup his face, leaning forward to kiss him, and then stopped to add in her normal manner, ‘but not, of course, as lucky as you were to marry me.’