Bolitho smiled. 'I appreciate your frankness.'
Chase slopped some brandy into two enormous glasses.
'Think nothing of it. I fought against King George and I was good at the trade. But peace, like war, makes strange bedfellows. You accept that or capsize in the world we live in.'
In the gardens at the rear of the big house the trees and shrubs were already deep in purple shadow. Adam walked arm in arm with the girl, barely daring to speak in case he said something clumsy and spoiled the moment forever. She was without doubt the most beautiful being he had ever laid eyes on.
She stopped and, seizing his hands in hers, swung him round to face her.
'Now, come along, Lieutenant, I have done too much talking. They say I chatter so. I want to know all about you. Your name is Adam and you are the admiral's aide. Tell me more.'
Surprisingly, Adam found it easy to speak with her. As they strolled through the shadows he told her of his life as a sea officer, of his home in Cornwall, an J all the while he was very conscious of her hand through his arm.
She said suddenly, 'You are the admiral's nephew, Adam?'
Even the way she spoke his name was like pure music.
'Yes.'
She said, 'I do not live in Boston. My family is in Newburyport, some thirty miles north from here. It's strange, I hadn't thought of it before. My father sometimes speaks of a man who used to live in our town. His name was Bolitho too.'
Adam tried to think clearly. 'In Newburyport?'
'Yes.' She squeezed his arm. You sound as if you have remembered something.'
He looked at her and wanted to hold her.
'I think it must have been my father.'
She was about to laugh when she realized the seriousness of his tone, the importance of this discovery.
'My uncle says that your ship will be in Boston for weeks. You shall come to Newburyport and meet my family.' She reached up and touched his cheek with her gloved fingers. 'Do not be sad, Adam. If you have a secret, I can share it with you. But tell me only when you want to.'
'I want to.' He found that he meant it with all his heart.
From the study window Bolitho saw them cross the terrace and was moved.
It was time Adam found some enjoyment, even for a fleeting moment. He had known nothing but war and the hard life in King's ships since he had walked all that way from Penzance to find his place in the Bolitho family. Bolitho could picture him exactly. A thin, frightened boy, and yet with the defiant restlessness of a young colt. He thought he heard the girl named Robina laugh. Yes, he was glad for Adam's sake.
A footman opened the double doors of the library and a tall figure in a bottle-green coat and white stockings strode into the study.
Chase said quickly, 'This here is Samuel Fane from the capital.'
Fane had a narrower face with all the animation contained in a pair of deepset eyes which crowded against a strong, beaklike nose.
'Vice-Admiral Bolitho.' He nodded a greeting. 'Well, let's get down to business.'
Bolitho let his arm fall to his side. Maybe Fane did not like shaking hands with an old enemy. But it was a snub, intended or not.
Curiously, it made him feel calmer in some strange way.
Like fighting a duel. When you accept there is no easy way out after all.
Fane said in the same flat voice, 'San Felipe. Now, could you please explain to me, Admiral, how it is that your government thinks it has the right to take or give away people and territory as if they were of no consequence? By what right?
Chase said uneasily, 'Calm down, Sam. You know it is not like that.'
'Do I?' The deepset eyes had not moved from Bolitho.
Bolitho said, 'It was agreed at the peace conference.' He smiled gently. 'As I am sure you are aware. May I assume that the French government has already spoken to yours about it?'
Chase interrupted angrily. 'Course they did. Tell him, Sam, and get down off your high horse. The war's over, remember?'
Fane regarded him coldly. 'I am constantly reminded of it when I see how some have grown rich on the blood of others.'
Bolitho saw the sparks in Chase's eyes and said, 'I thought the French were still your friends?'
Fane shrugged. 'Once, and in the future mebbee. But on San Felipe, across the southern approaches, that's different.'
Bolitho said, 'The people on San Felipe are British subjects.'
Chase grinned. 'So were most of us. Once.'
Fane did not hear him. 'Some while ago I received a despatch from the governor of San Felipe. He was worried, naturally, at the British government's intransigence. He has no desire to accept the choice given him, that is to leave a prospering island to the French or to remain there under a foreign flag.'
'I can understand that.'
'Can you. Admiral? That encourages me a little. However, the United States government is not prepared to stand by and allow human beings to be used for barter like cattle in an African slave village.'
Bolitho found that he was on his feet, his voice angry as he retorted, Then there is no point in my wasting your time, Mr Fane, or mine!'
Chase said quickly, 'Easy, you two! Blazes, Sam, the admiral is my guest. I'll not have you brawling like a pair of hell-cats!'
Fane relented slightly. 'It will have to be a compromise.'
Bolitho sat down again. 'In what fashion?'
'Our government would be prepared to accept San Felipe's request to come under the United States ' protection.'
'That's impossible.'
'If the French agree, Admiral, would you?' Bolitho glanced at Chase but he was staring at the whales' teeth.
He knew too. They all did. It was not a compromise at all. It was blackmail.
He tried to keep his voice calm. 'The governor had no authority to make such a request, from you or anyone else. We are caught in the tragedy of history. There is nothing we can do about it.'
Fane regarded him bleakly. 'We shall see.'
He added, 'Your flagship has the extended courtesy of my government. This matter cannot be settled in minutes. We must think on it further.'
Bolitho nodded. Fane had been testing him, goading him, for reasons he could still only guess at.
He could not resist saying, 'Your government has also extended a welcome to another of my ships, Mr Fane. The Sparrowhawk. She will be joining me shortly.'
Fane grunted. 'Yes. I know.' He thrust his hands beneath his coat tails and added, 'I must leave now.' He gave a curt nod. 'Admiral.'
Chase left the room with him and Bolitho walked to the window again. But where the young lieutenant and the fair-haired girl had been walking was all in darkness.
Bolitho turned to face the doors as he heard Chase's heavy footsteps returning.
In many ways it was harder than fighting a battle, he thought. And far less rewarding.
5. There may be thunder…
The weeks which followed the reception at Chase's fine house taxed Bolitho to the limit. Jonathan Chase and several other wealthy Bostonians took it upon themselves to make them welcome, and nightly entertainment of one kind or another had become a regular feature for Achates' wardroom.
And yet Bolitho was plagued by the idea that the lack of news and assistance by the President's representative,
