“It didn’t prevent my snaring you into matrimony,” he countered.
“I married you to show you how you underestimated us,” she countered.
“Alas,” he retorted, “my opinions do not seem to have changed ^
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match and yet their devotion to each other kept showing itself; and they were as happily married as were my parents. They merely had a different way of showing it.
“Speaking of houses,” said my grandmother, “although Enderby Hall still stands empty, there is another in the district. Neighbours of ours-of whom we were very fond-are going away.”
“Yes,” said my grandfather, “there is Grasslands Manor.”
“Are you still looking for a place in the country?” asked my mother.
“My mother is very interested in that part of the country,” said Matthew Pilkington.
A faint colour had appeared in Elizabeth Pilkington’s cheeks. She said, “Yes, I might like to take a look at this Grasslands Manor.”
“Any time which is convenient to you we shall be pleased to see you at Eversleigh,”
my grandmother told her.
“It is so bracing there, I believe,” said Matthew.
“If you mean the east wind favours us with its presence very frequently, yes,” said my grandfather. ‘
“An interesting spot, though,” said Elizabeth.
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“Yes, there are some fine specimens of Roman remains,” put in my grandfather. “Well, we’re not far from Dover and there is the old Pharos there ... the oldest in England.”
“You must go and look at this Grasslands Manor,” said Matthew Pilkington.
“Oh, I will,” replied his mother.
They took their leave soon after that. They had a house in London close by, they said, and hoped we should meet again before we left for the country.
“Unfortunately we shall be returning the day after tomorrow,” said my mother.
I looked at her sharply because we had made no arrangements so far.
My grandmother was about to speak but my grandfather threw a warning look in her direction. I felt there was something going on which was a secret to me.
“Well, I shall be down to look at this Grasslands place, I daresay,” said Elizabeth Pilkington.
When they had left I was plied with questions. What had possessed me to go out on my own? I had been warned often. I must never never do it again.
“Don’t worry,” I assured them. “I won’t.”
“To think how easily it could happen,” cried my mother. “And what might have
happened.
As it is there’s that beautiful new cloak and dress. . . .”
“Oh, I am so sorry. I have been so foolish. . . .”
My mother put her arm about me. “My dear child,” she said, “if it has taught you a lesson it was worth it. Thank God you came safely back.”
“It was good of the Pilkingtons to bring her back,” said my grandmother.
“I rushed into them. I was almost home then,” I said.
“But they really were concerned,” went on my grandmother. “Wouldn’t it be strange if they took Grasslands?”
“There’s something about them I don’t like,” said my mother, and there was a strange expression on her face as though she had drawn a veil over her features to hide what she really felt.
“They seemed pleasant enough,” said my grandmother.
139”And to have the means to buy the place,” added my grandfather.
“Carlotta showed her over Enderby Hall,” said my mother. “And then she decided not to let. She must have taken a dislike to her.”
“Oh, it was just one of Carlotta’s whims,” said my grandmother. “That couldn’t have had anything to do with Elizabeth Pilkington. She just did not want to sell the house.”
“It will be strange if you have found a buyer for Grasslands, Damaris.”
I thought it would be strange too. I rather hoped I had. I thought it would be rather pleasant to have the Pilkingtons as neighbours.
The next day Matthew Pilkington called.
I was in the hall when he arrived so I was the first to greet him. He was carrying a big bunch of violets.
He smiled at me. He was very handsome-in fact I think the most handsome man I had ever seen. Perhaps his clothes helped. He was wearing a mulberry-coloured velvet jacket and a very fine waistcoat. From the pockets low down in his coat a frilly white kerchief showed. His stick hung on a ribbon from his wrist. He wore high-heeled shoes which made him look very tall-he must be of a considerable height without them; and the tongue of his shoe stuck up well above the instep, which, I had learned since coming to London, was the very height of fashion. In one hand he held his hat, which was of a deep shade of blue, almost violet. In fact his clothes toned beautifully with the flowers, so that I could almost have believed he had chosen them for that purpose. But of course that could not be so, violets having a special significance.
I felt myself flushing with pleasure.
He bowed low, took my hand and kissed it.
“I see you have recovered from your adventure. I came to enquire and I have brought these for your mother so that she shall not be without what you braved so much to get for her.”
“Oh, but that is so good of you,” I said. I took the flowers and held them to my nose, inhaling the fragrance.
“From the best flower seller in London,” he said. “I got them in the | Covent Garden Piazza this morning.”
j “She will be so pleased. You must come in.” I took him into the
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“So,” he said, “you are returning to the country tomorrow. I am sorry about that.
My mother would so liked to have entertained you. She is anxious to hear more of this house which is for sale.” »
“It’s a very pleasant house,” I said.
“I wonder why the owners left it.”
“The wife died having a baby and her husband can’t forget. He came from the north originally and has gone back there. They were very great friends of ours and we have offered to show people the house if they are thinking of buying it. My grandmother has the keys at Eversleigh House.”
“And what about this other house?”
“Enderby. Well, that is a fine house too, but it has the reputation of being haunted.”
“My mother was most impressed by it.”
“Yes, but Carlotta, my sister, who owns it, decided not to sell. It was left to her, you see, by the previous owner, who was a relative.”
“I see, and Enderby remains empty.”
“It is extraordinary. Carlotta’s whim, my grandfather calls it.”
“Where is your sister?”
“She is married now and lives in Sussex. She has the dearest little baby. Tell me, do you live in London?”
“Well, I have a place in the country-in Dorset-a small estate to look after. I am there sometimes and sometimes with my mother in London. Of course now that there is war I may join the army.”
I frowned. My mother hated wars so fiercely that she had imbued me with the same feeling.
“It seems ridiculous that we should concern ourselves with the problems of other countries,” I said. “Why should what happens in Europe matter to us?”
I was really repeating what I had heard my mother say.
He said: “It is not quite as simple as that. Louis the Fourteenth, the French King, made an agreement with our late King and he has broken that agreement. His grandson Philip of Anjou has been made King of Spain. You see France will be dominating Europe.
He has already put garrisons into the towns of the Spanish Netherlands. Worst of all he has acknowledged the son of James the Second as James the Third of England.
War has been declared and we have
141strong allies in Holland and the Austrian Empire. It is necessary to go to war, you see.”
“So you may become a soldier. My father was a soldier once. He gave it up. My mother was so much against it. He bought the Dower House at Eversleigh and farms the land there and looks after his tenants; he works with my grandfather, who is getting old now. You met him yesterday. My uncle Carl is in the army and so is my uncle Edwin.
He is the present Lord Eversleigh. He lives at Eversleigh when he is home.”
“I know yours is a family with a strong military tradition.”
We were deep in conversation when my mother entered the room. She drew back in astonishment.
“Oh, mother,” I cried, “we have a visitor. And he has brought some violets for you.”
“That is kind,” she said. “Thank you.” She took them and buried her face in them.
“My mother asked me to try to persuade you to stay a few more days so that we could entertain you here in London,” said Matthew . i»j
Pilkington.
“That,” said my mother, “is extremely kind but we have made our arrangements.”
She sent for the customary wine and he stayed for an hour. I felt he was reluctant to go but I sensed that my mother was not eager for him to stay. I hoped he did not realise this and that I did only because I knew her so well.
When he left he said: “I believe we shall meet again soon.”
“I hope so,” I said warmly.
Later that day my mother told my grandparents that Matthew had called.
“A suitor for Damaris already,” said my grandmother.
“Nonsense,” retorted my mother, “she is far too young. In any case he brought the violets for me.”
“An excuse of course,” said my grandmother.
I suppose hearing Matthew referred to as my suitor set me thinking. He had seemed to like me. Then I realised that rfris was one of the rare occasions when Carlotta had not been present to demand attention.
Still, I rather likedthe idea of having Matthew for a suitor.
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We left London the next day. As we rode out of the town, passing through Temple Bar into Cheapside, where the stall holders and their customers made passage difficult, to Bucklersbury, where the tantalising smells which came from the apothecaries and grocers shops filled the air, and as I saw the grey walls of the Tower of London rising above the river I thought of what could have happened to me when I ventured into these fascinating but terrifying streets and how fortunate I had been to encounter no worse than Good Mrs. Brown.
Indeed I was beginning to bestow on her that benevolence she had been so eager to claim. Moreover, I remembered that she had brought the Pilkingtons into my life; and since Matthew had called with the violets I had been thinking about him a good deal.
My mother had been inclined to laugh at what she called his dandified appearance.
My grandfather said it was the fashion and most young men looked like that nowadays.
He thought fashions were less exaggerated than in his young days. “We were beribboned.
Yes, that’s it! Ribbons in every conceivable place.”
My grandmother was rather pleased that Matthew had called again. She was sure he had come to see me. She had always felt that 4 Carlotta overshadowed me and I knew that now she believed I should come into my own.
When I came to think of it I was rather pleased that Carlotta was not here. Then I fell to wondering whether I should ever see Matthew again.
So we left London and came into the country.
We stayed one night in an inn near Seven Oaks and the next day were home.
When I had assured myself that my dogs and my horse had been well cared for I was prepared to settle down to the daily routine, but somehow nothing could be quite the same again. We had a new sovereign; and I had had that adventure which was going to haunt me for a while. It did. I had a few nightmares dreaming I was in that horrible room with the three young girls and they were creeping up to me led by Good Mrs.
Brown. I would awake calling out and clutching the bedclothes frantically to me.
Once my mother heard me. She sat by the bed.
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But after a while I ceased to dream, and then there was the excitement of Elizabeth Pilkington’s coming to Grasslands Manor.
As soon as she saw it she declared that she liked it; and this time the sale went through. By the end of the summer she was installed in the Manor.
Matthew by that time was serving with the army, and I did not see him, but I became friendly with her and we visited each other frequently.
I helped her move in and buy some of the furniture for the house, for she was still keeping her London residence.
“I am so used to town life,” she told me, “that I can’t abandon it altogether.”
She was amusing and lively and talked a great deal about the theatre and the parts she had played. She reminded me of Harriet and indeed they had known each other at one time when they had played together in William Wycherley’s The Country Wife. My grandfather liked her and she was often invited to Eversleigh. My mother became friendly with her too. Her dislike seemed to be for Matthew and now that he was in the army she seemed to have forgotten about him.
That Christmas we went to Eyot Abbass. Little Clarissa was quite a person now. She was ten months old and beginning to take an interest in everything. She was fair haired and blue eyed and I loved her dearly.
My mother said: “Damaris will make a good mother.” And I thought more than anything I should like to have a baby of my own.
Carlotta was as beautiful as ever. Benjie adored her and was so delighted to be her husband. It was not so easy to know how Carlotta felt. She had always been unpredictable.
There was a vague restlessness in her which I could not understand. She was the most beautiful girl in any gathering; she had a husband who clearly wanted to grant her every wish; she had a dear little baby, a gracious home; Harriet and Gregory were very fond of her and she had all her life been like a daughter to them. What did Carlotta want to make her happy?
I couldn’t resist asking her once. It was four days after Christmas and I went out walking with Gregory’s retriever when I came upon