'You're joking, Veronica!… I'm sorry. May I offer my congratulations and all that?'
'Thank you.' Ann sat up suddenly on her pile of sacking. 'But it wasn't a real wedding, was it?'
'It was,' said Kenyon firmly, 'you shall have another with orange blossoms and all the trappings just for fun if you like, but if you try to call it off I'll fight you in the Courts!'
'Oh, darling ' she gripped his hand impulsively and the golden eyes shone with love and laughter. 'I surrendered long ago really, and I'll never fight anywhere again.'
'I won't give you a chance,' said Kenyon with a little sigh.
'Now,' Veronica interrupted briskly, 'does your ladyship receive this evening or am I to be cast out of the ancestral home?'
'You stupid, of course I do; what's more I'll cook another dinner for you if you can find the food.'
'Leave that to me,' said Silas promptly. 'I'll find the food all right now money's worth something again in this old town.'
Veronica gave him a swift glance. 'Of course, I'd forgotten that too, you're simply lousy with money aren't you?'
'I can raise enough to buy half a dozen eggs,' he chuckled, 'or the Koh-i -noor diamond. You've only to say if there's any little thing you're wanting any time.'
As they talked the lorry had been moving slowly through the crowds that filled Park Lane, but at Hyde Park Corner they found a solid jam. It took a good half hour and all Hay Symple's persuasion, with the assistance of Kenyon and the good humoured Silas, before they managed to crawl inch by inch across the open space and enter Constitution Hill.
That thoroughfare was black with people edging and pushing to get nearer to Buckingham Palace, before which a vast throng was already gathered in expectation of the Prince's arrival.
'We'll never do it,' said Hay Symple.
'Get as far as you can,' urged Veronica, 'we may be able to see something if we can only get as far as the corner.'
They made another two hundred yards in the next twenty minutes and then the pressure of the crowd compelled a final halt. The lorry was still in Constitution Hill, but almost at the bottom end, and the side of the Palace lay on their immediate right, strangely dark and silent. Only three windows showed any light, and those not the glare of electricity, but the soft, subdued glow of old fashioned oil lamps. They could not see the Palace frontage but, by straining over the hood of the lorry, the first floor balcony jutting out in front of the State apartments was just within their line of vision.
'We shan't see a thing after all,' moaned Veronica.
'Yus we shall, Miss,' Rudd, who was standing up between his guards, assured her, 'that's the balcony wot the Prince'll come out on I'll bet a tanner. That's where the King an' Queen come ant on the declaration o' the lars' Great War. I was in the crush meself that night, so I know!'
A murmur like the surging of a great sea came up to them as they gazed over the heads of the enormous multitude. Thousands upon thousands of people stood, jammed together, hemming them in. Behind them Constitution Hill was now impassable and the crowd overlapped, hundreds deep, into Green Park. In front, line upon line of white upturned faces stretched away, unbroken but for the memorial to Queen Victoria which stood out like an island before the Palace, fading into a greyish blur where thousands more stood massed together.
Shoulder pressed to shoulder, stretching out of sight, they packed the Mall to Admiralty Arch.
Occasionally there were bursts of cheering, and now and again sections of the crowd lifted up their voices in a patriotic song. Women hung fainting in the tight wedged mass, yet the pressure was so great that, while it prevented them from being carried away, it also saved them from being trampled underfoot.
The troops were bandying jests with the people near the lorry who clung to the sides of and occupied the bonnet. Gregory alone remained seated, hunched in a corner now at the back. Veronica left the others who were crowded near the hood and slipped down beside him.
'Fine party, isn't it?' he said, smiling at her in the darkness.
'You poor darling; it can't be much fun for you.'
'Oh, I don't know, it's good to think you're all safe out of it anyhow and that the country is going to be all right.'
'But I'm frightened for you, Gregory.'
'That's nice of you, my dear.'
'Listen. Herbert, my father, went to Windsor at the outset so he must be all right, and he's got tremendous pull in a quiet way. He's a great personal friend of the Monarch, who seems to have turned the corner now, and we can count on him to do everything in his power to get you off.'
'No,' he shook his head, 'intercession would only mean imprisonment, and I couldn't bear that.'
She gripped his hand suddenly and, leaning forward, whispered rapidly in French.
He gave a low delighted chuckle. 'You're a great woman, Veronica, but even if you did cling on to Hay Symple, and Silas and Kenyon joined in, I could never get away. Look at the crowd it's impossible to run on people's heads!'
'But my dear, we can't just let you die like this!'
'Oh, they'll out me I haven't a doubt, and I suppose I deserve it looked at from their point of view. Still I'm not unhappy; “I've taken my fun where I found it and now I must pay for my fun.” Kipling wrote that, didn't he?'
A renewed burst of cheering came from afar, but this time it did not slacken. Borne on the night wind it grew and grew, rushing in a vast wave of sound from Buckingham Palace Road to the gathered thousands before the Palace.
Veronica scrambled to her feet and saw that every face was upturned to the sky. The bright pointed fingers of the searchlights had flashed out while she was talking to Gregory and, caught in their glare, a dozen aeroplanes hovered overhead. A second dozen followed and a third; then came the wingless racing helicopter of the Prince. The searchlights concentrated upon it, shutting out the following squadrons of fast planes, as it sank easily and gracefully until lost to view, descending to its landing ground behind the Palace.
'Isn't this just grand, honey?' Silas flung his arm round Veronica's shoulder. 'Isn't it just too marvellous for anything.'
'Yes, honey,' she agreed, 'it is,' and, side by side, they stood staring at the Palace. There was nothing to be seen but the myriad upturned faces, yet the thunderous cheering continued unabated for the Prince must now be somewhere in the building; then there was a sudden lull in the roaring of the crowd. For a moment or two they swayed and muttered; then an arc lamp flared into life, throwing the first floor balcony into a dazzling patch of light.
A solitary slim figure stepped upon it. He wore no uniform, but, with the simplicity beloved by the English people, a suit of well worn plus fours. Curiously informal in his gestures he stood there bowing a little jerkily, and smiling a pleasant friendly smile as he acknowledged the deafening plaudits of the crowd.
The mighty roar of sustained cheering seemed unending as it issued from those thousands of throats, but gradually it took a lower note and, merging into strange harmony, welled up again with renewed volume upon the paean of the National Anthem.
As the last bars reverberated against the walls of the Palace, Ann squeezed Kenyon's arm and pointed: 'Look, darling,' she cried, 'do you remember that terrible prophet his month has run!'
Then Kenyon, looking upward saw, bright and clear above the Palace, the slender sickle of the September moon: 'My blessing', he drew her closer, 'we've come through Black August so, God willing, we'll have many moons together now.'
The Prince was holding up his hand for silence and, gradually, the cheering subsided; then he spoke, his voice faint but clear from the loud speakers.
'I thank you from my heart for this great demonstration of loyal feeling. With your support I now have every confidence in the complete recovery of our country, and it is my joyous duty to announce the formal restoration of law and order.