Serena stood on the steps at the front door and watched the ambulance drive away, glad that Philip had not made any sort of fuss about being moved at the last minute, glad that the comings and goings at Mellyn would now cease, and above all glad that Moira would soon follow her cousin down the avenue for the last time.She was alone in the Priory again and she felt a freedom out of all proportion flooding over her like warming sunshine after the bleak chill of rain. All these weeks when Grant had been away in South Africa attending to Philip she had had the place to herself, to wander about at will and give her own orders to the servants, and now it could be like that again. It would be like that if Grant did not marry.Moira sat in the ambulance beside Philip, with Grant riding in the cab in front. She was still in her old uniform of starched head-square and white coat because her responsibility for Philip was not quite at an end, and she knew that it would not end even when she had handed him over to Matron and put on the severe blue hospital dress and frilled cap which would be waiting for her at the end of her journey.
