â I , a qualified doctor, watched your daughter for two years, she is developing absolutely as fast as can be hoped, I warn you any sudden change of treatment or circumstances will be disastrous for her,â then, I felt, Cecilia must have been influencedâespecially if (in these imaginary conversations) I let Doctor Alice employ the curt, almost hectoring tone of voice she used to intimidate overweight pregnant mothers or anti-vivisectionists. But there was no one now with sufficient authority to intimidate Cecilia. The new (old) doctor had never set eyes on Antoinette.
So I suggested to Cecilia that after coming back amongst us after so long an absence, and obviously giving everyone so much pleasure at seeing her again, she should stay at least two or three weeks longer, and then have another word with the airline.
âAs I shall in any case!â said Cecilia, suddenly abstracted and frowning. âSomewhere on the way across they lost me a spray of orchids from the freezer!â
With sudden hindsight I realized what of course had been the one thing lacking to complete Ceciliaâs image the day before. (Indeed I learned afterwards from Miss Holmes that Mrs. Cook, always an iconoclast, had actually exclaimed, âWot, no orchids?ââbut fortunately not loudly enough to be generally heard.)
âBesides,â I went on, âthough Antoinette obviously adores you alreadyââ I was glad Antoinette wasnât present, to fix me with her searching eye again, but I was only doing my best for both of usââfor any child itâs a very sudden change.â
âYou mean she should come and stay a little with me at Woolmers first?â responded Cecilia, quite reasonably.
âAnd have her cot in your room,â said I.âIt was by night Antoinette most needed the reassurance of familiarity, and her cot at least would be familiar, while she learned familiarity with a mother.
âBut of course!â exclaimed Cecilia, seeming rather taken by the idea; and added that sheâd just love to see Tony say her prayers, in her nightdress.âIt was obviously no moment to explain the futility of such expectations, Cecilia not yet being conditioned, as I was, to equate âverminâ with Amen; however by reminding her how exhausted she must still be after her flight, and how much in need of some further nightsâ unbroken rest, which with a small child in the same room was scarcely possible, I succeeded in postponing Antoinetteâs transference to Woolmers for a day or two more, even if it meant Ceciliaâs staying on a whole week.
âAnd even if Iâm to be bored to death by that old sailor-man?â grimaced Ceciliaâobviously referring to the Admiral, whoâd apparently managed to bore her to death over a first breakfast at separate tables.
Then naturally she wanted to see Antoinette. I knew the child was back, and now in fact felt glad of it; I did not wish Cecilia to fancy any dog-in-the-mangerishness on my part. However as we went into the garden I remarked that the child was probably hidingâshe often hid, and it sometimes took quite a while to find her. âHide-and-seek? But thatâs perfect!â cried Cecilia. âIsnât it just what we must do, play together, while we make friends?âCount up to ten, Tony,â she called lovingly, âthen Mummyâll come and find you!â
That Antoinette couldnât count up to three was immaterialâthough again I was dismayed by the scope of Ceciliaâs expectationsâsince she certainly knew how to hide. After several fruitless darts and dashes, however methodically Cecilia quartered the ground her quarry remained unflushed. The artichokes stirred again, but only at Ceciliaâs investigation, as so did the saplings on the terrace above, whence only a pigeon clattered out. With more patience, I dare say Cecilia might have discovered the secret route