No Wings to Fly (56 page)

In her room a minute later, Lily took off her hat and coat, then picked up the envelope again and tore it open. Standing by the window, she looked at the words that Joel had written. Under the address he had given: 23 Rue de Soire, Paris, she saw the date: the eighth of October. It had been written ten days ago. Obviously it had been delayed in its passage. She went on to read:

A little later, leaving Lavinia at work at her lesson, Lily went downstairs, heading for the kitchen for a glass of water. As she reached the foot of the stairs, Mrs Soameson appeared in the open doorway of the morning room. ‘Ah, Miss Clair,’ she said, ‘I’ve been watching out for you. Can you come in for a minute?’ She was in mourning now, wearing a black bombazine dress and a black lace cap.

Lily went into the room and, at her mistress’s bidding, sat in one of the small armchairs near the sofa. As Mrs Soameson sat down facing her, she said with a smile, ‘A quiet time of day, thank heaven. Joshie’s sleeping, and Lavinia’s busy, no doubt.’

Lily nodded. ‘Oh, yes, indeed, ma’am. We’re doing history. She’s working on a written exercise now.’

Mrs Soameson gave a little nod, paused briefly, then asked with sympathy in her voice: ‘How did your day go, may I ask? Your poor brother’s funeral?’

Lily, prepared for the question, replied that all had gone as expected, though she went into no detail of the day’s events. Mrs Soameson took in her words as she spoke, but
knowing of the immediate circumstances of Tom’s death, did not pry further. After a minute or two, having gone on to speak of everyday matters, she said with a sigh, ‘I wanted a word with you, Miss Clair. I’m afraid we’re in something of a state of upheaval here. Mr Soameson returned from Edinburgh this afternoon. Did you know that?’

‘Yes, I did, ma’am. Lizzie told me when I came in.’

Mrs Soameson nodded. ‘Yes, and it’s certain now that we’re going to be leaving sooner than planned.’

‘Oh, really, ma’am?’

‘Indeed, yes. Mr Soameson is talking about going in the middle of next month. Probably on the eleventh.’

‘Oh,’ Lily said,

‘so soon.’ ‘So soon, yes. The business here – the paper mill – the sale is going through very smoothly, and the managers are absolutely reliable. There’s nothing really now to stay on for – whereas Mr Soameson is very much needed back in Edinburgh, and as soon as possible.’ She clasped her hands. ‘Oh, there’s going to be so much to do in a short space of time, but now we’ve made the decision we have to get on with things. The lease on this place is due to end soon, anyway, so that’s no problem. Our future is there – in Edinburgh. And for the children too. Lavinia will be able to start school right away.’ She gave a little shake of her head, and said, ‘I’m really sorry about you, Miss Clair, for it means you won’t have so long in our employment as we’d anticipated, but – oh, dear, these things can’t be helped.’

‘Of course not,’ Lily said. ‘I do understand.’

Mrs Soameson looked around at the room and gave a sigh. ‘A move is such a daunting task – but if we grasp the nettle it’ll get done. It has to – we have no choice.’ She waved a hand, taking in the furniture around them. ‘At a time like this I’m happy to say that not a lot of this furniture belongs to us, so it’ll be mostly just our personal things to
pack up.’ She smiled. ‘And we shall be very glad of any help you can give us in that respect, Miss Clair.’

‘Oh, of course,’ Lily said. ‘Anything I can do . . .’

‘We haven’t told the children yet,’ Mrs Soameson went on. ‘That’ll be done in good time. Lavinia will remember her old home, of course, but for Joshie it’ll all be quite new. He was born here and has never set foot outside England.’

Joshie
. In a few weeks he would be gone, Lily said to herself. When that happened she would never see him again.

‘Anyway,’ Mrs Soameson went on, ‘I had to let you know without delay, for you’ll want to look around as soon as possible for a new position.’

‘Yes.’ Lily gave a nod. ‘Thank you. I’ll look in the
Gazette
on Friday.’

Immediately following Mr Soameson’s return from Edinburgh, the servants and anyone else available were set to the task of packing up the family’s belongings in preparation for their transfer on the long route to Scotland. There was an air of excitement that pervaded the whole house.

‘We’re going back to Edinburgh early, miss,’ Lavinia said to Lily as they settled to work in the school room on the Friday morning. ‘Mama told me after breakfast.’

Yes, Lily replied, she was aware of it.

‘I’m looking forward to it,’ Lavinia said. ‘Though I’m sorry you won’t be coming with us, miss.’

‘Well – there you are. I shall stay here in Wiltshire.’

‘If you came with us you could be governess for Joshie. He’ll need one soon.’

‘Yes, he will.’

‘What will you do, miss, when we’re gone? Go as governess to some other little girl.’

‘I hope I shall be able to.’

‘Or perhaps you’ll get married, miss.’

Lily smiled. ‘Who knows. Perhaps I shall.’

The
Corster Gazette
was delivered to the house every Friday, and in the short break between morning and afternoon lessons, Lily left the schoolroom to go downstairs to see if the paper was available for a few minutes. She must needs study the classified advertisements. Notwithstanding that
her future was with Joel, she must, before that future was formed, take care of the present, and that meant finding another post for when her employment with the Soamesons came to an end.

She found the newspaper on the hall table and took it back up to the schoolroom where she would be alone until Lavinia returned for her afternoon lessons. The main news article on the front page told of the Corster isolation hospital – which held no more than a dozen beds – being full with smallpox victims, so that more and more sufferers were having to be treated in their homes. She turned to the pages of classified advertisements, and after a brief search in the ‘Positions Vacant’ column found an advertisement from a gentleman in Little Hawes who was seeking a governess for his two children from the beginning of January. At once she set to write a letter in response.

Later that day she received a letter from the Corster constabulary, informing her that at her convenience she might call at the office and retrieve her late brother’s effects. She went into Corster the next afternoon, and at the police station was brought a tray bearing the items that had been in Tom’s possession when he had died. There was a pocket knife, a handkerchief, her own last letter to him, a few coppers and an envelope containing the thirty pounds. She signed a receipt for the items, and took them away.

On Sunday she went to Sherrell to spend the day with Miss Elsie. The skies were clear, and the thinning October sun shone down on the autumn landscape. The grass of the meadows was still green, but the leaves of many of the trees had turned to brown and gold. As she walked along the lane towards Rowanleigh she saw that the leaves of the horsechestnut were yellowing, while the brown, shiny conkers, such a joy to children, lay scattered over the grass verge and the road.

Later, sitting with Miss Elsie in her study over tea, Lily
handed her the thirty pounds, along with the money left over after paying for Tom’s funeral. She would repay the sum used as soon as possible, she said. She went on to speak briefly of the burial, and then of the news that her employers were to go to Scotland much sooner than originally planned. They intended now, she said, to depart in November, the date being set for Saturday the eleventh.

‘So soon,’ said Miss Elsie. ‘That’s only three weeks away.’

‘Yes.’

There was a brief silence, then Miss Elsie said, ‘You’re going to miss the child, I’m sure.’

‘Lavinia’s an excellent pupil,’ Lily said. ‘I’ve been so fortunate in that respect.’

‘I was thinking of the boy.’

Lily said nothing, but gave a brief nod.

‘You still see him, do you – about the house?’

‘Yes.’ Lily nodded. Then, in a little quiet outburst, she added, ‘Every moment with him is precious!’

Miss Elsie gazed at her, unable to hide the faint expression of dismay on her face. ‘You’ll have to let go, Lily,’ she said into the quiet. ‘You’ll have to let go eventually.’

‘Of course. I know that.’

‘Do you?’

‘Of course. I’m realistic. I have to be.’

‘Once the family’s moved away – and so far away – it’s doubtful that you’ll ever see him again.’

‘I know. I know.’ Lily spoke quickly, almost impatiently. While she realised the truth of Miss Elsie’s words she did not wish to dwell upon them. ‘I know he’ll be gone,’ she said. ‘I’ve known that from the start.’ She forced a smile. ‘I told you – I’m realistic about this.’

Miss Elsie’s expression softened. ‘I’m sure you are.’ She paused. ‘I just don’t want to see you hurt – again.’

‘There is no fear of that,’ Lily said with a touch of bravado in her tone. She could have added,
Anyway – other things are
happening in my life. Joel – Mr Goodhart – is due in England at the end of the month. And then my life will be changed
. But she held back. Something in her kept her silent. She would wait, wait until everything was settled.

The letter that Lily had waited for from Joel came on Tuesday. It arrived by the first post and she read it in the privacy of her room. It had come from Paris, from the apartment on the Rue de Soire and was dated Monday the sixteenth of October. It had taken just over a week to get there. He had written:

So it was done. He had gained his freedom. She sighed, exhaling the breath held too long in her lungs as she had reads his words, feeling the tension drain from her body. It was done. And in a short a time he would be back. Just five days and they would be together again.