Authors: Anne Melville
Margaret stopped walking and felt in her handbag for the note which William had given her, listing the destinations of the Lorimer ships and the probable length of their voyages. For one last time, trying to control the anguish in her heart, she stared at the names of ships and ports: the
Rosa, Stella, Diana, Flora:
New York, Brisbane, Kingston, San Francisco. This was not her first attempt to convince herself that she would never see David again, but it must be the last. She loved him, she would always love him, but now she must try to forget him. She crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it into the gutter.
Many houses have stronger personalities than the people who live in them, but an owner's character may be revealed by his choice of furnishings. Certainly this was true of William Lorimer. While Margaret was making a new life for herself in London, he was busily consolidating his position in Bristol. He began by returning to the Lorimer family house and altering it to reflect his own tastes.
When Samuel Lorimer built Brinsley House in 1785 he furnished and decorated it in the style of that year. He chose the best quality wood for his floors and set the choicest pieces of modern furniture on them. Doors and their frames were carved from rich red mahogany; but in order that the effect should not be too dark the walls were painted in the pale greens and blues which were then fashionable, with decorations of white stucco and gilt beading on panels and friezes.
Alexander, when he inherited the mansion, saw no
reason to change its style, although from time to time new coats of paint were applied. Alexander was a close man, loath to spend money on inessentials. John Junius, his son, was not mean in the same manner, but by the time he became master of the house in which he had grown up he was set in his ways. He paid little attention to his surroundings as long as they remained familiar, but was quick to complain of any change. So for almost a hundred years Brinsley House had retained its uncluttered Georgian elegance.
William changed all that. When his father's furniture was put up for auction he made no attempt to purchase more than a few pieces of sentimental value, such as Brinsley Lorimer's sea chest. At a time when his father and sister were too upset to notice what was happening, he had managed to smuggle some of the family table silver out of the house, to keep it from the Receiver's men, and this was now returned to its baize-lined drawers. But such small items were insignificant compared with what had gone and must now be replaced.
William ordered wood from the West Indies and the coast of Central America to be carried to Bristol on ships of the Lorimer Line. There was no problem in finding unemployed carpenters during the trading difficulties which followed the fall of Lorimer's Bank. While Sophie chose wallpapers and matched braids and tassels to the stuff of heavy curtains, William specified the sizes of tables and sideboards and display cabinets. A small man himself, he chose that everything around him should be large. His sister, when she came to spend her holidays with his family, might think the effect ponderous in comparison with the old furniture which he thought of as spindly but she had called elegant. He found the solidity of his new possessions reassuring.
Although it was easy to see that Margaret was puzzled by the degree of his affluence, he made no attempt to explain it to her. At the suggestion of John Junius he had
borne in mind, when looking for a wife eight years earlier, the size of the marriage settlement likely to be offered. His choice of Sophie had proved wise in every respect. She had already provided him with two sons as well as a daughter. She was well-dressed and good-looking in public and submissive in private. Not only had she brought him a generous portion on the day of his marriage but she was the sole heiress of her father's property when he died a few months after John Junius Lorimer. William had good cause to be grateful for the impertinence of David Gregson and his own ill-tempered reaction to it. He had disposed of his shareholding in Lorimer's Bank just in time to avoid seeing his wife's money as well as his father's swept down the drain of the bankruptcy proceedings.
If he allowed Margaret to believe that his continuing wealth came only from the success of the shipping line, this was because he had almost come to think it himself: Sophie's money had become his on their wedding day. What he did remember was that his sister had despised arrangements of that sort, refusing an engagement which had appeared potentially profitable to all parties at the time it was first suggested. Since then, of course, there had been changes of fortune, and Margaret would have had good reason to complain if she had allowed herself to be tied to a family whose wealth had vanished as dramatically as her own. Mr Martin Crankshaw had been completely ruined by the collapse of the bank in which he was a director as well as a shareholder. He had seen the new dock development which had been the vision and hope of his whole working life sold over his head.
Privately, William thought him a fool. He should have borrowed money and bought his own business back for himself through a friend or nominee at a rock-bottom price, as William had done with Brinsley House. Then it could have been transferred unobtrusively to his son, Walter, and the Crankshaw family as a whole would have reaped the reward they deserved as the first docking berths opened.
William had given Martin Crankshaw time to think of all that for himself. Only when it became clear that his father's old friend was broken by the magnitude of the bank disaster and his own responsibilities and losses, retreating with quivering voice and hands into a premature old age - only then did William himself take advantage of the happy timing of his father-in-law's death to make a good investment.
The new docks were worth millions of pounds, so his interest was small as a percentage of the whole. But the shareholdings were fragmented and William had not found it difficult to arrange for his election to the board of directors. As John Junius had been well aware, the docks were very near to completion at the time when banking confidence finally collapsed - the first berthing fee had been paid even before John Junius fell to his death. Within three years they were not only showing a good profit but had enabled William to make long-term docking contracts of such advantage to the Lorimer Line that he had no hesitation in ordering replacements for the ill-fated
Georgiana.
As for young Walter Crankshaw, it was clear that he had no financial sense at all. Any of his old friends in Bristol would have offered him the opportunity to profit from the city's resurgence, which was bound to come one day. But instead of asking for help he had left for London and was rumoured to have taken up some kind of salaried position. William heard the news with scorn. How could anyone who worked as an employee expect to make his fortune?
It was not money for its own sake which attracted William. In this he was typical of all the Lorimers from Brinsley onwards. Their pleasure lay in their work, but it was true that they needed to know that they were successful in it, and money was the measure of success. Every Lorimer son resolved to demonstrate his abilities in this way, and by the time he inherited the family responsibility himself,
the habit was engrained. William's satisfaction came from the making of complicated plans and their development to fruition. He thought of his fortune and his reputation as inseparable and so was glad to see them rising together, but the steady increase in his income that now took place did not tempt him to ostentation. The years passed in quietly increasing prosperity, and by the time he was thirty-two he had forgotten the humiliations which followed the bank's collapse, and could think of himself as a solid man.
His family position seemed as secure as his business achievement. The three children were well-behaved in the half-hour a day which was all he saw of them. His wife gave him no cause for complaint. She did not excite him either, but that was not something he had ever expected of her. His younger brother had devoted himself to study at Oxford in a way which no one would ever have predicted of Clifton College's Captain of Cricket; and all reports suggested that Ralph's way of life was more sober and respectable than could be expected of any normal undergraduate.
As for his sister Margaret, William had never pretended to approve of the idea that a woman of respectable family should rudely force her way into the male profession of medicine. When he gave his permission, he had not expected her to survive the social problems and intellectual strains for more than a few months. But to his surprise she had done more than survive. Every visit made it clear that she was thriving on the difficulties of her training.
She was always tired when she arrived, and withdrawn, as though the horrors of what she saw in the hospital wards were too vivid to be dismissed from her mind in the course of the short journey from London to Bristol. But her first meeting with the children on each occasion was enough to dispel the strain. Within moments she was merry, laughing with a light-heartedness she had never displayed when she was living as the daughter of wealthy parents.
Her relationship with Matthew and Beatrice and Arthur was so close that William occasionally wondered whether their mother might become jealous. But Sophie only shrugged her shoulders. She did not wish to play in nurseries or schoolrooms herself, but had no objection to Margaret doing so as long as the discipline of the governess was not undermined. Sometimes William watched from a window as the children played on the lawn with their aunt. Margaret cuddled them in a way that no one else did and it was easy to see from the way they pressed up against her and fought to hold her hands how much they enjoyed the experience. Even Matthew, who was nine by now and far too old for nursery behaviour, clamoured for piggy-backs and wheel-barrow-walks with the others.
Once or twice William had been tempted to interfere, fearing that the boy would become soft. But although he was not a demonstrative man, he was sensitive enough to recognize that Margaret's feeling for Matthew was that of a mother rather than an aunt. She had loved him from babyhood, and her love seemed to have increased as it became more and more likely that she would never have a baby of her own.
This was something which William by now took for granted, though he could not guess whether Margaret herself still entertained any hopes. Even if she had not deliberately cut herself off from marriage by her choice of career, she had passed the age when she could expect to find a husband. William saw it as a kindness in himself to let her borrow Matthew, so to speak, as the target for all her family affection. John Junius had never encouraged his children to love him and had often caused them fear. William was anxious not to achieve the same effect with his own children. Unable to show any warmth to them himself, he was more liberal than many of his friends in allowing the nursery timetable to include a few moments of happiness.
Margaret had proved to be speaking the truth when she
claimed, before starting her training, that it would make family relationships easier and not more difficult. William had known even at that time that his sister would not have fitted comfortably into the household if she had been forced to live there as an unmarried woman without occupation. He could not have been as cool as Sophie about suggesting a paid post as governess elsewhere, for this would have reflected unfavourably on his ability to support his sister. As it was, she visited Bristol every Christmas and again for a month in the summer, bringing with her a brisk cheerfulness which made Brinsley House briefly a more lively place. Because she and William no longer had any common interests, there was nothing which could cause them to quarrel.
So, three and a half years after his father's death, it seemed that William's position as head of the Lorimer family was as successful as his business. The first sign of disturbance to its well-ordained routine came on Beatrice's fifth birthday. The day was a Saturday: Margaret had promised to travel by railway train from London to be present at the party, and to stay overnight. William had already sent his brougham to meet her at Temple Meads when he was surprised by the arrival of another member of the family.
Ralph had used Brinsley House as his home during the university vacations as a matter of course and now, after a holiday visit to a friend, came back to it without ceremony. Unlike Margaret he had little interest in children. He had forgotten that today was Beatrice's birthday, and did not even notice when his niece, already wearing her party frock, ran hopefully to the top of the stairs as he came through the door. As William stepped into the hall to greet his brother, he observed both Beatrice's silent disappointment and Ralph's frowning concentration on whatever it was that he had come to discuss.
They went together into the library. Since John Junius's death the tower room had been locked up. Sophie thought
it a dangerous temptation to the children, Margaret's last memory of it still filled her with horror and even William, who was not often sentimental, found its atmosphere forbidding. His ships no longer came up river to the old Bristol docks, so that the pride of watching them pass below had gone.
âHave you had your examination results yet?' he asked Ralph as they sat down.
His brother nodded.
âYes. I have my degree, although not a good one. I only got a Third. But I was fortunate not to be plucked.'
It was all the same to William. By the time he was twenty-two - Ralph's age now - he had been an experienced businessman, and he set no very high value on a university education. He had sent Ralph to Oxford as a gesture to show that the Lorimers were not a family who surrendered to temporary setbacks and because the boy had set his heart on going. Shocked by the frivolity of most of the undergraduates, Ralph had worked hard. No one had expected him to do brilliantly and William did not propose to criticize, even though Ralph himself might be disappointed by the result of his Finals.
Whether or not Ralph's mind had improved, his physical development was striking. As part of the self-discipline with which he punished himself for his misbehaviour with Claudine he had abandoned cricket. Instead, needing some form of regular exercise, he had taken up rowing because he did not enjoy it. It strengthened his muscles and broadened his back and had helped to make him an outstandingly good-looking young man: his face had always been a handsome one. William - himself small and sharp-featured - looked appraisingly at his tall, blond brother.