i wish you could have met my mother,” said Captain Herbert. “A wonderful woman, truly wonderful. I don’t suppose the world will see her like again. Does that sound excessive? I’m sorry. Veronica reminds me of her not a little at times, do you know? A dear girl. You are a very fortunate young man. My uncle, the Brigadier, who as you know was Veronica’s god-father, used to remark on the resemblance when she was quite a small girl . . . although of course there is no relationship whatsoever . . . unless perhaps through my Marloe cousins? . . . in any case very distant. I don’t think you knew my uncle?

“I didn’t, I’m afraid,” said Henry.

“A remarkable man. I’m sorry, dear boy, is that your sherry? A man of quite extraordinary insight! I well remember his predicting, while I was still at Sandhurst, that I would never marry. And do you know, I never have! Isn’t that remarkable?

“Remarkable,” said Henry.

Captain Herbert was himself no ordinary figure. He was a small, sandy man, his face pinched by a multiplicity of conflicting lines into an expression of sad sweetness, enhanced rather than disguised by a fierce ginger moustache. He wore a thick yellowish tweed suit; a pair of openwork sandals revealing small areas of pale mauve sock; and a white polo-necked sweater, ribbed in enormous cable-stitch pattern, on the chest of which was sewn an embroidered circular badge declaring its wearer to be the winner of the Open Downhill Slalom, Sestriere, 1936. A goldrimmed monocle on a thin chain swung elegantly across these expanses of dazzling white, adding the final touch to an appearance which somehow contrived to convey both freedom from the standardised normalities of society and a respectful nostalgia for the trampled corpse of Edwardiana. It was perhaps the painful sweetness of Captain Herbert’s smile that saved him from any suggestion of sportiness. ‘A queer dear’Veronica called him, despite Henry’s frequent objections to her use of both these words. His appearance at Mrs. Timberley’s dinner table were an unfathomable mystery.