The Adultress (37 page)

“
You
know.”

We looked at each other steadily. It was like that moment in the bedroom when she had bought my silence with the key of my bedroom.

We understood each other. I felt a tremendous relief because I was free of her. She had played into my hands.

But I wanted to help her now. I was beginning to see her as a sad little creature, born into a world where it was necessary to fight for all the comforts her body craved; she had to fight against a sensuous nature which betrayed her at every turn. Who was I to blame her for that?

I said to her: “He cannot do anything. Andrew made the will. He cannot prove that Richard is not Andrew’s. Who should know this? Perhaps it was his.”

She was smiling at me shyly, almost gratefully.

“The nephew is trying to browbeat you. Obviously, he guesses the child is not his uncle’s and by showing your fear of him you are playing into his hands. You must insist that the child is Andrew’s. I don’t see what good can come in denying it. And you should go to a solicitor. Go to Mr. Rosen. I am sure the nephew won’t have a leg to stand on.”

“Would you come with me to Mr. Rosen? You can talk so much better than I can.”

I wanted to laugh out loud. When I thought of how she had disturbed me, the anxious thoughts I had suffered because of her, I felt it had turned out almost comically.

We were blackmailing each other. We had a pact. No word of my misdemeanors and no word of yours.

I said: “We will go to Rosen, Stead and Rosen tomorrow. I will explain the case to Mr. Rosen senior, and I am sure then that you will have nothing to worry about.”

I
T WAS AS I
had said it would be. Mr. Rosen senior took over the matter with calm efficiency: the will was perfectly in order and there could be no doubt of Mr. Mather’s intention. Everything with the exception of one or two legacies—including something for the nephew—was left to Evalina in trust for Richard. “Perfectly straightforward,” declared Mr. Rosen. “I will see the gentleman who is raising objections.”

This he did and that gentleman was soon departing—slinking away might be a more apt description. “He is thoroughly ashamed of himself,” Mr. Rosen commented to me. “It is my belief that he thought he could delude an ignorant female.”

His parting words to Evalina were: “You did right to come to me. If you are ever in any difficulties I shall be pleased to help you.”

Evalina was grateful to me. She looked upon me as a very clever woman. But in everything she said I felt there was a reference to my love affair with Gerard. Even now the implication was: How clever you are. Look how well you managed your own affairs. Jean-Louis has not a suspicion. She had done very well herself in deluding Andrew but she had to admit she had gone to pieces when that sly old nephew had arisen.

However, all was well. He was sent packing by that wily Mr. Rosen and now we were safe … both of us.

So although I felt relieved I was still a little uneasy, and I often wondered how far I could trust Evalina.

She settled down without Andrew and quite clearly loved her baby. There were rumors of a somewhat torrid relationship between her and Jack Trent, who looked after the Grasslands farms, but I think everyone felt that something of the sort was to be expected. She was a young woman without a husband and clearly she had a fancy for men and they for her.

I saw her frequently, which was inevitable, our being such close neighbors. She would be at church gatherings; it was quite clear that she wished to be an accepted member of the community and wanted me to help her. I did so—half because I was sorry for her, half because I felt it would be expedient to do so, and we began to succeed. People could not go on remembering that she was her mother’s daughter forever.

Letters came from Clavering. They were well and they were thinking it was a long time since they had seen us. They missed us very much. The estate was being perfectly run. Dickon had a flair for the work. He was so enthusiastic, and it was such fun to see him thinking up new schemes which would be so very advantageous to everyone.

I said to Jean-Louis: “They behave towards him one moment as though he is some blessed infant and the next some towering genius.”

“He’ll be in his element,” said Jean-Louis. “He was always longing to get his hands onto everything.”

“Yes.” I agreed. “He’s a very acquisitive young man.”

“We must meet at Christmas,” my mother continued. “Dear Zipporah, we can’t be separated much longer, can we? I long to see darling Lottie. Perhaps we will come to you for Christmas or you must come to us. We must be together then. … By the way, a letter came for you and Jean-Louis. I am enclosing it herewith. …”

I looked at the letter and recognized the handwriting. We had once been very familiar with it.

“It’s James …” I cried. “James Fenton.”

We opened it at once and read it together. James would be staying at the Black Swan in London for a week. He wondered if we could come up and see him. He had given us good warning because he would so much like to see us. He would make the journey to Clavering but we would understand that he had no great wish to come there for fear of unpleasant encounters.

I looked at Jean-Louis. “We must go.” I said. “Look, there is time. His week doesn’t end until next Thursday.”

Jean-Louis looked dismayed. He did not see how he could get away on so little notice. If he had a manager it would be so different, but as it was so much depended on him. I looked at him sadly. It was not only that, I knew. The journey to London would be exhausting for him.

“I will write to him and tell him we are here. There could be no reason why he shouldn’t come to Eversleigh.”

I said nothing but I was going to do my best to go to London and see James Fenton.

I went to Enderby later that day because my friendship with Isabel Forster had grown even more firmly and I made a habit of talking over my problems with her.

She said: “To catch him you would have to go by the end of the week. It need only take two days to get to London. You could make reservations at the Black Swan.”

“Yes,” I said, “but I can’t very well go alone.”

Isabel said: “I don’t see why Derek and I shouldn’t come. We were going to London later on. As a matter of fact we have stayed at the Black Swan. We could bring forward our visit and make the arrangements now.”

“Oh, Isabel,” I cried, “that would be wonderful. Jean-Louis would have no fears if I traveled with you.”

As soon as Derek came in she put the plan to him.

I said earnestly: “I have an idea that it is rather important for me to see James. I think he might be able to recommend someone who can help Jean-Louis. After Amos Carew he is reluctant to engage anyone.”

“Who wouldn’t be? I daresay Amos had some good recommendations.”

“It just occurred to me that James might know someone … well, let me tell you what is exactly in my mind. I was wondering whether I could persuade him to come to Eversleigh.”

Jean-Louis was delighted when he heard that the Forsters were going to London for he hated to disappoint me and he knew how much I wanted to go. This seemed an admirable solution.

The day before we were to set out I went over to Enderby to discuss last-minute preparations and found that Charles Forster was there.

“Here’s news,” said Isabel. “You tell her, Charles.”

“It’s about London,” he said.

My heart sank. I thought there must be some last-minute hitch and so strongly had I convinced myself that I should see James Fenton that I found the momentary anxiety intense.

“I wondered if you would mind my being a member of the party,” he went on.

Floods of relief swept over me and with it pleasure. I said: “I am sure we should all like that very much.”

“There you are, Charles,” said Derek. “I told you Zipporah would be pleased.”

So we made our arrangements and when I went back to Eversleigh and told Jean-Louis he was delighted. “Another man in the party is all to the good,” he said.

It was in high spirits that we set out on that June morning. There was a decided chill in the air which made us appreciate the sunshine as the morning wore on.

“It’s the best weather for traveling,” said Charles. “I made this journey in August and it was intolerable.”

“Do you often come to London?” I asked.

“Occasionally. It’s necessary to get supplies of medicines and so on. … Not more often than I need, I do assure you.”

“You are not fond of London?”

“Oh … it’s a great city … full of vitality and interest but …” I waited, for I had the idea that he was on the verge of a confidence and I was beginning to realize that this man interested me considerably, and I wanted to know more about him. He said: “Shall we say associations … ?”

“Something you would rather forget … ?”

I was aware that I had gone too far. He nodded and it was as though a mask had come down over his face. His expression warned me that it was not polite to pursue a subject which was not agreeable to one’s companion. I was ashamed of myself and asked at once if he had a preference for any of the inns, as a means of changing the topic of conversation.

He occupied my thoughts a good deal during that journey. In fact he had from the moment we had met. I felt there had been a tragedy in his life and that it had set that melancholy look on his features. I wondered why Isabel, who was a rather garrulous woman not given to harboring secrets, had said very little about her brother-in-law apart from the fact that he was a good man whom she very much admired.

The journey was uneventful, the weather being perfect for it, and as Derek had made careful reservations and was a frequent traveler on the route we were very comfortable at the inn where we stayed the night.

To my great delight James Fenton was already at the Black Swan and his pleasure at seeing me was great. He looked well, I thought, and when I inquired after Hetty and the children he assured me that they were in good health too. I introduced him to the Forsters and I was delighted that they seemed immediately to like each other.

During the morning of the day after our arrival all the Forsters went out discreetly leaving me with James. Charles said he had to see about ordering supplies for the hospital; Derek had business and he took Isabel with him. James told me that he was glad we could be alone. He wanted to know how things were with us.

He was surprised to hear that we were at Eversleigh. I explained that that was why we had been unable to let him know I would be here. The letter had had to be sent on and then it was too late to let him know.

“Hetty will be so interested to hear that I’ve seen you,” he said. “She would have liked to come with me but there are the children, you know.”

We discussed the children for a while and he asked after Lottie.

I explained that we had not been so very long at Eversleigh.

“And Jean-Louis?”

I shook my head sadly. “He never really recovered from that accident at the fire all those years ago. He never complains so it is difficult to know how he is, but sometimes he looks so tired. I think Eversleigh is too much for him.”

“It is bigger than Clavering, isn’t it?”

“Much bigger. We do want a man to act as manager.”

I saw a rather wistful look in his eyes which made my heart beat faster.

Then he said: “Shouldn’t be difficult to find someone.”

I told him we were being rather wary and gave him a brief resume of what had happened.

He was astounded and found my story difficult to believe. He listened avidly.

“My goodness, Mistress Zipporah, you had a lucky escape.”

“It was strange that the one who saved me should be … Dickon.”

I saw his fists clench and unclench.

“Well,” he said at length, “it turned out all right then, and you’re here. If I hear of a good man … someone I can recommend …”

I was sinking into deeper gloom every minute. I realized now that my conviction that I must come and see James was because I had had some wild hope that I might persuade him to come back.

“Well, how are you getting on at the farm?” I asked.

He was silent for a few moments and that silence was significant.

“Oh … all right,” he said. “I’d like to be on my own, of course. Two people don’t always see eye to eye.”

“You mean it’s not working out?” Hope was springing up again. I hoped he didn’t hear the lilt in my voice.

“Oh, it’s working all right. It’s just that … well, there are things I miss.”

“Eversleigh is a fine estate,” I said. “You should see it. Jean-Louis often talks of you. He says you were the best man they’d ever had or were ever likely to.” I decided to plunge: “Could you come back to us, James … ? There’s a pleasant house … everything you could want.”

He shook his head. “I won’t beat about the bush,” he said. “I’d be glad to. I often think of the good times we used to have. Jean-Louis and I always saw eye to eye. Something I don’t do with my cousin … but even at Eversleigh I might see him … Dickon.”

“He hasn’t been over yet. It would be very rarely. We’re quite a way from each other.”

“I wouldn’t trust myself. He could come over anytime. No … I’ll stay where I am. I’m safe there. It’s not ideal. I’ll make no bones about it. If it weren’t for him I’d be there like a shot. Well, come to think about it if it weren’t for him I’d never have gone.”

“James,” I said, “you don’t know how badly we want you.”

“I want to come … but no. Not with him likely to turn up at any time. It wouldn’t do. Mistress Zipporah, and that’s flat.”

“I wish I could persuade you.”

“Wouldn’t be any need for persuasion but for that one thing. Hetty couldn’t bear to see him either.”

“She’s got over all that.”

“Never will completely. But we manage. He’s right out of sight and that helps put him out of mind.”

“Jean-Louis was so sorry he couldn’t see you. We did wonder if you knew anybody.”

“Well, that’s something I might do. I could hear of someone. I’ll keep my ears to the ground and if I find a suitable man … I’ll have him down there in no time.”