The Pool of St. Branok (20 page)

“You would, my dearest. You are good and pure and unsullied by the wicked ways of the world. To be honest, I don’t care whether it was the truth or not. She’ll be glad of the money. And I want everyone to be happy. Haven’t you ever felt like that?”

“Yes.”

“When?”

“Now,” I said.

And we laughed as we walked back to the house.

They were all delighted with the news.

“I guessed it would happen sooner or later,” said my mother.

“Are you sure you love him?” asked my father.

“Rolf!” cried my mother. “It is clear that she does.”

“He wants us to go to Derbyshire to meet his family,” I told them.

“I think that’s an excellent idea,” said my mother.

“I do hope you are all going to like each other.”

“If the rest of the family are anything like him, we most certainly shall.”

It was arranged that he should take us to his home at the end of the following week. He was writing to his parents to tell them the news.

“I do hope they will be pleased,” I said to Gervaise.

“They’ll be delighted,” he replied. “For the last three years they’ve been saying I should marry and settle down. They think that will steady me.”

“Are you unsteady then?”

“Very much so. I hope you are prepared to take on the steadying process.”

Thinking of the visit, I was a little apprehensive. Everything had gone so smoothly so far. Could it continue to do so?

At the end of the week I went to the Park for a walk with Morwenna and Grace. Grace was talking about my trousseau and she thought it would be a good idea if we looked round while we were in London.

“I could make some of your less important clothes,” she said. “I’d love to. I’d come and stay at Cador for a time … if you’d have me.”

“You know we are always glad to have you.”

“I was not sure. The servants view me with some bewilderment because they don’t know where to place me. Below stairs or above stairs. Married into the family … but not quite worthy of it.”

“Oh, no one takes any notice of that sort of nonsense,” I said.

“They do.”

“Well, if they do, just ignore it.”

“I know. It doesn’t bother me really. Amuses me rather.”

We were seated on a bench. A man had passed by as we were talking. I fancied he paused for a while and looked at us rather intently. He went on for a few steps and then stopped, and turning he came purposefully towards us.

He was looking straight at Grace. “Good morning, Miss Burns. How nice to see you again,” he said.

Grace sat very still and then said slowly and very distinctly: “I think you have made a mistake.”

“Oh? It
is
Miss Burns, isn’t it? Miss Wilhelmina Burns?”

“N-no. There is no one of that name here.”

“I could have sworn …”

He kept his eyes on her face. He looked very puzzled.

“No,” said Grace firmly.

I said: “This lady is Mrs. Grace Hume.”

He took a few paces back, smiled and bowed. He said: “Madam, you have a double. I do beg your pardon. If you could see Miss Burns you would understand the mistake.”

“It is all right,” said Grace. “We understand.”

He stared at her for a few seconds as though marveling. Then he turned and slowly walked away.

“I suppose we all have our doubles,” said Morwenna. “After all, when you consider we all have two eyes, a nose and a mouth … you’d think a lot of us would look alike.”

“He seemed very insistent,” I commented. “It was almost as though he didn’t believe we were telling the truth and you really were that Miss Wilhelmina … what was it?”

“Burns,” said Morwenna. “Yes, he really did seem as though nothing would convince him that you weren’t.”

Grace said quickly: “Well, as you say, Morwenna, we must all have a double somewhere.”

My mother received a letter from Lady Mandeville saying that she and Sir Horace would be delighted if she, my father and Miss Angelet Hanson would pay them a visit. She thought that if they could possibly stay for two weeks that would give them all a chance to know each other which, in the circumstances, would be desirable.

My mother replied that we were all delighted to accept Lady Mandeville’s kind invitation to Mandeville Court.

I confessed to Gervaise that I suffered a few nervous qualms at the prospect. They were bound to be hypercritical of their prospective daughter-in-law. It was customary in these cases.

“Oh, but they could not fail to be enchanted,” he assured me. “They will say, ‘How on earth did our son manage to secure such a prize?’ ”

“I do not think that is the usual way in which parents regard newcomers to the family.”

“Ordinary rules do not apply to us, surely?”

“Why not?”

“Because no other parent has ever been presented with such a vision of delight.”

“You are absurd.”

“Generally, maybe. But on this occasion I am completely sound and one hundred per cent logical.”

“It is comforting to know that you see me in such a light. I fancy your parents will have a clearer and more penetrating vision.”

“Seriously, Angelet, there is nothing to worry about. They haven’t all that much of a high opinion of me. I am not the apple of the parental eyes, nor the hope of the family. They don’t expect me to marry royalty. All they want is for me to ‘settle down.’ ”

“You’re a great comfort to me, Gervaise.”

“It’s what I intend to be … in one of your favorite phrases, until death do us part.”

We were to leave for Derbyshire at the end of the week, and the days were spent in preparation for the visit. My mother, Grace and I had discussions as to what clothes we would need. “Something for the country,” said Grace, which I had not brought with me. We went to Jay’s in Regent Street; and for the rest I had my evening clothes and riding habit.

“You fuss too much,” said Gervaise. “We shall not be entertaining royalty while you are there.”

It was the day before we were to leave. I was doing some last minute packing when Morwenna came into the room we shared.

She said: “Grace has just come. We’re going for a walk in the Park. I thought you had finished your packing.”

“I have really.”

“Why don’t you come with us?”

“I’d like to.”

“Come on. Get your cloak. I shall miss you very much, Angelet, when you go.”

“It’s only for two weeks.”

“It is wonderful … you and Gervaise. You are so happy together and he is delightful. What I like about him is that although he is so amusing and sometimes cynical … he is so kind.”

“Yes,” I said. “That is what I like about him.”

“You are so lucky,” she said wistfully.

“I know. I wish …” I did not finish but she knew I was about to say that I wished she could find someone like Gervaise. It was what she needed. Poor Morwenna. She had so convinced herself that no one could care for her, that she became awkward and self-effacing in company. She would have loved to make a grand marriage … not so much for herself, but to please her parents.

“Come on,” she said. “We’re keeping Grace waiting.”

We went down together.

“Angelet has decided to come with us,” said Morwenna.

“Oh, I thought you would have too much to do,” said Grace.

“It’s practically done. I’m all ready for the fray, and I thought I’d like a walk in the Park.”

We were talking about the trip to Derbyshire and the coming parties which Morwenna would be attending without me—a prospect she did not relish—when a small boy, barefooted, ragged and unkempt, dashed up and almost knocked Morwenna over. She gave a little cry and put a hand to her side.

“My purse!” she cried. “He’s taken it from the pocket of my cloak.”

We were too stunned to do anything. For a few seconds we stood staring after the boy who was running with Morwenna’s purse in his hands.

And then … a man appeared. He emerged suddenly from a clump of bushes near the path. He was about two yards ahead of the boy. The boy swerved, but he was too late and not sufficiently agile. The man had him in his grip.

He shook him and took the purse from him. Then he suddenly released the boy and gave him a push. The boy scampered off and the man, holding Morwenna’s purse, came walking towards us.

He took off his hat and bowed. “I saw what happened. I’m afraid I let him go. Poor creature, he looked half starved.”

He handed the purse to Morwenna. “Yours, I believe.”

“Oh, thank you,” she said.

There was something familiar about the man. I had seen him before but for the moment could not think where. Then suddenly it came to me. He was the man who had approached us some little time ago because he thought Grace was someone else.

“Why, I do believe …” he said, smiling at Grace. “Yes, of course, you are the lady who bears such a strong resemblance to a lady of my acquaintance.”

Grace smiled. “I remember you,” she said. “We saw you almost at this spot. It is a favorite walk of ours.”

“It is becoming one of mine.” He turned to Morwenna. “I’m afraid that was rather a shock for you.”

“Oh yes,” she said. “It was silly of me really … carrying a purse in that pocket.”

“These people are sharp. They are trained to it, you know. They can almost sniff out a stealable object. Why do we not sit down for a moment.” He indicated a seat.

He was smartly dressed in morning coat and top hat; he was young, the type of man we met in the London social circle.

“I hope you don’t think this is indecorous,” he said. “But perhaps in view of our little adventure …”

“I am so grateful to you,” said Morwenna. “I am glad to have a chance to thank you. I hadn’t much in the purse but it was worked by my mother, and I do value it for that reason.”

“These sentimental gifts cannot be replaced. This makes me doubly happy to have been of assistance.”

“I was so fortunate that you happened to be so near.”

He introduced himself. “I am Justin Cartwright,” he said.

“Do you live near here?” I asked.

“I have been abroad,” he said. “I have only recently returned home. I am staying in London … in a hotel at the moment. I am making plans.”

“That sounds very interesting,” said Morwenna.

He smiled at her. He seemed to be quite interested in her for which I was glad; and she responded. She did not seem to be trying to shrink away. After all, it was her purse which had been stolen; and she could be said to be the center of this adventure.

We chatted a little; and after a while he said he must not detain us further.

Morwenna thanked him again for his help and he left us.

“An interesting man,” said Grace.

“And very kind,” added Morwenna.

“I wonder what his business is and what he has been doing abroad,” I said.

“He was so quick after that boy,” went on Morwenna. “And I am glad he let him go. He said he looked so frightened and he is obviously very, very poor. It was kind of him. Most people would have made a fuss and there would have been a lot of trouble. Goodness knows what would have happened if that boy had been handed over to the law. I’ve been reading Matthew’s book on Prison Reform. Some of the things which happened to those people are quite terrible.”

“They are criminals,” said Grace. “And that boy would have made off with your purse. He will go on doing that sort of thing and will probably steal the purse of someone who depends on what is in it for his next meal.”

“Well, I didn’t,” said Morwenna. “And I am glad he let him go. He was touched by him and I think that shows a good nature.”

“Well,” said Grace, “it is time we went back. It will teach you to be more careful in the future, Morwenna.”

Morwenna said it would; but I could see that she had quite enjoyed the encounter. The theft had been shocking, but the rescuer had been both courteous and attentive to her. That was rare for Morwenna and she seemed to blossom under it.

I wished again that she would lose that sense of inferiority—then I was sure she would be quite attractive.

G
ERVAISE HAD LEFT LONDON
a few days before we set out for Derbyshire and he was at the station to meet us. He had come in a carriage with the Mandeville arms emblazoned on it and drawn by two rather sprightly gray horses.

When he greeted us he told us how delighted he was to see us and that the family was agog with excitement at the prospect.

Our luggage was put into the carriage by a respectful porter whose manner indicated to us the importance of the Mandevilles in this part of the world; and soon we were riding through the country lanes.

And there was the house.

There had been a Mandeville Court in Tudor times, but the old building had burned down in the early 1600s and a few years later had been rebuilt. It was of a rectangular shape composed of bricks and Portland stone. There was a portico and steps leading to the front door; and the tall windows gave a touch of elegance.

It was a very attractive house though it lacked the antiquity of Cador. In fact it seemed quite modern in comparison; but it was stately and dignified—a house to be proud of.

We were taken immediately into the house where Gervaise introduced us to his parents.

Sir Horace was benign and told us how pleased he was that we were able to come. Lady Mandeville was pleasant but I could see that she was a forceful woman and her gimlet eyes were naturally focused on me.

Then there were the rest of the family: the eldest son, William, who would inherit the title and the estates; Henry, the second son, who was studying law; and Marian, the daughter, the youngest member of the family, slightly younger than I was, I guessed.

We were shown our rooms which were lofty and elegant, and mine, next to that of my parents, looked out on the gardens.

A maid came in to help us unpack, although we could easily have done it ourselves and would have preferred to. One did not need a great deal of baggage for two weeks.

My evening dresses, my riding habit and my “country costumes” were soon all hanging up in the wardrobe and I was washing my hands in the basin provided, when my mother came.

She sat on the bed and smiled at me.