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First published in Great Britain
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Copyright © Charlotte Bingham 2009
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THE DAISY CLUB

BANTAM PRESS
LONDON • TORONTO • SYDNEY • AUCKLAND • JOHANNESBURG

THIS NOVEL BEGINS IN ENGLAND
IN THE AUTUMN OF 1938
Prologue
The sea can still be heard in the distance, and the wind of course, howling; sometimes in despair at what had happened in that much loved place, sometimes murmuring quietly, perhaps whispering about the past, stories and secrets that only those who had been there would know. Occasionally a door can be heard banging, not noisily so much as a little hopelessly, an intermittent sound, as if it is calling to someone to come and shut it, as a child might call in the dark of the night: ‘
Is anyone there?
'
There is no one there. There are no eyes looking or ears listening behind their brave stone walls, although there is some flowered material at one window, and one still has a faded blue front door, and another some broken flower pots beside the back door, and further along there are the heads of flowers among the swaying grass, perhaps sown there long ago, in the hope of better times to come.
Now it seems that with the warmer weather that optimism might not be misplaced, that the wind from the sea, having moved to a soft warming zephyr, is at last welcoming; and the wild flowers in the meadows, having overtaken the last signs of spring, are bending their heads towards the calm of the barely moving blue sea that lies between the two cliffs ahead.
Someone appears at the foot of the meadows, standing at first quite still, seemingly immovable, framed by the view, perhaps watching intently, then all of a sudden he waves and beckons to the figures he can begin to see arriving above him, figures which appear at first only as dots of colour among the long grass, until at last they become people, laughing and talking, the men in jerseys and jackets struggling with rugs and picnic baskets, the women walking ahead of them, their headscarves fluttering in the warm breeze.
Once they arrive by his side it rapidly becomes apparent that this is to be a joyous day of laughter and chatter, as picnic rugs are spread out, and food and drink produced from a mix of old-fashioned leather picnic sets, and straw baskets made pale by time and use. A day full of gaiety, but gradually lessening in volume as the talk subsides, and finally only one voice is heard – and with it comes the certainty of victory.
PART ONE
Chapter One
The silence in the dining room was such that a piece of thistledown falling on to the carpet would have created a stir. Finally, and at last, a maid moved away from the sideboard, her tight-laced walking shoes squeaking as she moved over the dark polished floorboards. Daisy waited for her to refill Aunt Maude's elegant flowered breakfast teacup.
‘You're going over to the Court this morning, did you say?'
‘Yes, Aunt Maude, to help with the sandbagging.'
Aunt Maude gave a small sigh, and frowned.
‘
Sand
bagging—' She followed this word with yet another silence. ‘
Sand
bagging. It does not seem possible, after all we have already been through, that there is more to come.'
Daisy tried not to look or sound excited.
‘And then a gas lecture, I think, or is it an ARP lecture, something like that,' Daisy went on, still far too cheerfully, she realised, far too late.
‘Hmm.'
Aunt Maude's ‘hmm' was any other human being's ‘humph', except in her case it had a more than adequate dose of bitterness added to it, not unlike the bitter aloes with which she had once insisted that Daisy's fingers should be painted before she went to sleep at night.
The front of Daisy's knees started to hurt, as they always did at mealtimes at Twistleton Hall. She thought with envy of the jolly times she knew the rest of her friends would be having at breakfast at Twistleton Court, only a few miles away. It had always been the same, Daisy locked up in the grandeur of the Hall, surrounded by portraits of the family ancestors, suits of armour and, not least, the ghosts of Aunt Maude's four brothers, three of whom had been lost in the Great War, while Freddie and the rest of them enjoyed jolly times with Freddie's Aunt Jessica.
‘Does Jessica Valentyne still have those ridiculous servants of hers, do you know?'
The front of Daisy's knees stopped aching, and she started to cross and uncross her legs beneath the heavy linen breakfast cloth, twisting them into tortuous shapes, and untwisting them again. It just so happened that Freddie's Aunt Jessica was one of Daisy's heroines, and with good reason, for a certain Miss Warmington had persuaded Aunt Maude Beresford to let Jessica Valentyne take Daisy on when she opened the Court as a finishing school. Up until then it had been governesses, governesses, and more governesses.
Being all alone with a governess had become Daisy's nightmare, resenting, as she had, the slowness of their brains as they waded on through dull subject after dull subject. The whole week of solitary schooling would only be relieved by the arrival of Miss Warmington to take English and History, both of which she somehow managed to persuade Aunt Maude were better taken in the open air, or as Miss Warmington briskly called it, ‘on the hoof'.
‘Why do angels fly, Daisy?'

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