They made slow progress as people continually stopped him to offer their congratulations on his degree and wish him well in Paris. Trestle tables had been set up outside on the terrace, and they were covered with plates of savouries, sandwiches, cakes, jellies and blancmanges. âMariâs outdone herself.â Harry looked around for their housekeeper. âShe has, but none of us have succeeded in getting her out of the kitchen.â Sali took Glyn from him and handed the toddler a fairy cake. âIâve told the others that Iâm first and thatâs all there is to it.â Harryâs youngest sister, Susie, who had all the confidence of a girl twice her age, grabbed his hand and pulled him back towards the house when the band struck up âYes, Sir, Thatâs My Babyâ. âWhat about Maggie and Beth?â Harry asked when they reached the middle of the drawing room where the dancers had congregated. âI told them Mari needed help in the kitchen.â âAnd did she?â Harry resolved to pay the housekeeper a visit as soon as he could get away. Susie just grinned before waving her hands and kicking her legs in an imitation of the chorus girls at the Town Hall. âSorry you have five sisters,â Lloyd commiserated when Harry managed to escape into the library five dances later to join the men who had laid claim to the room as a refuge and smoking parlour. âSorry Edyth hasnât learned to be more careful with that cast.â He rubbed his arm. âI havenât been back in Pontypridd an hour and sheâs managed to thump me twice. Uncle Joey, thank you.â He took the cigarette his fatherâs youngest brother offered him. âAnd thank you very much for the wallet you sent me when I graduated. I hope you and Aunty Rhian got my letter.â âWe did.â Joey lit Harryâs cigarette. âAnd thank you for the pen, Uncle Victor.â He shook his fatherâs younger brotherâs hand. âIt was much appreciated.â âFirst Oxford graduate in the Evans family â you deserve something special. But I donât deserve the thanks, Megan chose it. What would we do without our women?â âHave more money in our pockets to get drunk on every night?â Joey suggested. He had been strikingly good-looking before the war but the years in the trenches and serious wounds had taken a toll on his health. âItâs just as well Rhian knows you donât mean a tenth of what you say.â Victor passed round a plate of sausage rolls heâd filched from one of the tables outside. âI wonât be the last one in this family to graduate from Oxford. Not with the number of cousins I have.â Harry looked around the room. âIsnât Granddad here?â âHe complained he couldnât breathe in here so he went outside.â Lloyd handed him an ashtray. âHow is he?â Harry asked. Billy Evans had lost the lower part of one of his legs in a train accident fifteen years before. Forced to leave mining, he hadnât allowed his disability to stop him from moving in with Victor and Megan so he could help Victor out on his farm. But it wasnât only the loss of his leg that had affected his health. Like most miners who had spent twenty or more years underground he had succumbed to âminerâs lungâ. âYou know Dad.â Victor swallowed a mouthful of sausage roll. âHeâs not one to complain. Even when heâs in pain.â âYouâre a brave lady venturing into the menâs lair,â Joey said archly to Alice Reynolds, who was standing on tip-toe in the doorway. âIâm looking for Harry. Itâs a ladyâs excuse me.â âFar be it from me to interfere with a ladyâs wishes.â Joey divested Harry of his cigarette and pushed him towards Alice. Linking her arm into his, Alice led Harry back into the drawing