Sunday, 20 June 2010

I don't know his name - she would never tell me, apart from from saying that he was an officer returning to his regiment in India. Stay on board, he said to her. Don't marry Samuel, marry me! And by the time your family in Ireland hears, we'll be safely settled in India and it won't matter at all.

But she was a well-brought up young lady. She knew the meaning of duty. After all, poor Sam had been hanging on in Cradock for 5 years, waiting for her. But even so, she murmured, with a glint in her eye, the army chap was awfully good-looking..

So what did you do, I asked her, while she was teaching me the piano many years later. Surely you didn't just get off the boat and tamely get married and forget about him?

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