Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 7:40 am
Hilda was quiet for a few moments. Then she looked at Nell,
“How did she take it?” Nell’s face lightened a little,
“She couldn’t seem to say anything –
“I wonder why?” murmured Hilda.
“-then Mother came in, and Mrs Drayton gathered herself together, announced flatly that she had been woefully deceived in both me and Father and hoped that she would not have to see either of us for a very long time. Father muttered something that sounded suspiciously like ‘delighted to oblige’, and then she left –
“- clutching the rags of her tattered dignity around her?” Nell gurgled appreciatively,
“Something like that!” she agreed.
The coals in the hearth shifted suddenly, and both women jumped slightly, Hilda glanced at her watch.
“Goodness, Nell, look at the time – it’s nearly ten to two!” Nell looked at the clock, horrified,
“No wonder I was hungry. Come on, let’s do something about lunch; I promised Sarah we’d be up at about half-past three, so we’d better organise ourselves.” She hurried into the kitchen, and Hilda followed her.
By unspoken agreement, nothing more was said about Nell’s involvement with the Drayton family until they had finished lunch, dealt with the washing-up and were sitting companionably by the fire drinking their coffee, Hilda on the sofa and Nell curled up in the armchair. After one or two sips, Nell put down her cup, stretched herself, glanced across at Hilda and said blandly,
“You may, you know.”
“May what?” asked Hilda, momentarily confused by this unexpected utterance.
“Ask me. About the rest of that day. You know you want to!” Hilda promptly choked on a mouthful of coffee, and glared at Nell who simply smiled charmingly at her. Hilda’s eyes narrowed,
“Alright,” she said sitting straighter, “Since you know me so well. What happened after Mrs Drayton left? Did you see Michael again?” Nell stared at her in mock disdain,
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she said cheekily, and ducked as Hilda’s outraged yelp of “Nell!” was accompanied by a hastily-flung cushion. Nell sat up giggling, but as Hilda showed every sign of repeating the exercise, she calmed down,
“Alright, alright,” she said, “I’ll be good, I promise!” Hilda smiled derisively,
“That will be the day!”
Nell retrieved the cushion – fortunately her coffee was safe, although the cup had rocked in its saucer as the cushion had sailed past it – and tucked it down behind her. Then she picked up her coffee, and sat back in the chair, her face growing more thoughtful.
“He came to apologise,” she said. “Firstly to me, for what he had said the previous night, and then to all of us on behalf of his mother, although I don’t think she knew he was here.”
“And how was he received?” Nell grinned briefly,
“Well, very frostily by Father, as you might imagine! In fact, he refused to let him see me at first, and I think that brought home to him just how badly he had behaved. It shocked him, you see, as he thought a lot of Father, and up till this point Father had been one of his strongest supporters. But now -”
“He’d hurt you, Nell,” interrupted Hilda. “What else could he expect?” Nell smiled lovingly at Hilda, touched beyond measure at her friend’s vehemence.
“I don’t quite know what was said between them, but eventually Father was convinced that Michael understood the enormity of his error, and allowed him to see me.” She wrinkled her nose at Hilda, “I’d have seen him anyway, you understand. But it did help to have Father’s permission at that point. And yes he apologised profoundly.”
“I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am, Nell.”
“But why Michael? What made you say that?”
“I don’t know – yes I do; I was a coward. Not much more than that. I suppose I realised for the first time what everyone expected and how pleased they would be. And Mother – just how she had set her heart on me -”
“Marrying and producing a son: and there I was conveniently to hand.” He winced and turned away from her,
“Don’t, Nell, please don’t.”
“Why not? It’s how she felt – but I didn’t know that you agreed with her.”
“I don’t.”
“Then why?” He sighed,
“I realised precisely what I am giving up when I leave here. I love it so Nell, you know that, and suddenly it hit me, that this was a choice, that once I left, that was it. I suppose I hadn’t understood the cost of what I’m doing – not properly – and then, Nell you did look very lovely, and I thought, what if I’m mistaken?”
“But you’re not, are you?
“No, I’m not – and you have no idea how I regret my stupidity and cowardice. No Nell, it was both of those, and for a little while last night, I was even prepared to offer you second best as a shabby compromise.”
“It would never have worked, Michael – not on that basis.”
“I know that now – I suppose I knew it then - and all I can say is thank God you were braver and wiser than I.” Nell shook her head and smiled reassuringly,
“I was never tempted Michael, truthfully; there’s too much I want to see and do yet before even thinking of anything like that.” He looked down at her, seeing the unmistakeable sincerity in her grey eyes and sighed with relief.
“Thank God I didn’t hurt you-”
“You did,” she said swiftly, “but not as you thought.” Her face grew sad, “I understand now, but – it was unworthy of you.” His mouth tightened as he accepted her words.
“I’d better go,” he said quietly. She nodded.
“I think that would be wise.”
“And that was that, Hilda. We didn’t see him again until he came to say goodbye, just before he left for Lisbon – which he did quite quickly. Of course Mrs Drayton implied that this was my fault - he would never have taken this step if I’d agreed to marry him! Father was furious, but Mother pointed out that this was really more of an insult to Michael than to me and he calmed down. By then, summer was over, we moved back to London, and what with that and returning to the LSE, the whole thing started to seem like a dream.”
“And was that the last time you saw him?” Nell’s eyes grew suddenly desolate, and her mouth trembled.
“No,” she said huskily, “that was at Father’s funeral.” At once, Hilda leaned across and clasped Nell’s hand comfortingly,
“I’m sorry, Nell,” she said, “I didn’t mean to upset you.” Nell dashed an impatient hand across her eyes,
“You haven’t,” she replied. “It’s just – I haven’t thought about all this for so long and then to remember so much and to be able to share it with you, and of course when Mother and Father died, it was all over, and everything was so different.” She stopped and Hilda squeezed her hand gently.
“Nell dear, whatever you want to tell me, I am here and I will listen.” Nell drew a long breath, gave a watery smile and whispered,
“Thank you, Hilda.” She paused again, searching for what she wanted to say, then,
“Cherry and Mother - that all happened so fast,” she said unsteadily. “I mean, they had to be careful in winter, and that year there were those terrible fogs, and Cherry had had two bouts of bronchitis, but both of them, so soon.” She stopped, fighting her tears again and unable to continue.
“I know,” murmured Hilda, recalling the echo of Nell’s voice on an autumn evening in Tyrol almost seven years ago, when she and Nell, sitting by the lake to watch the first faint prickling of stars appear, had spoken briefly and shyly of the loss of their parents…
“One morning she woke up and had difficulty breathing – she had bronchitis again - and four days later, she was dead. And Mother – Mother hadn’t been well either and insisted on staying with her, although she shouldn’t have, and she simply didn’t have the strength to get well. Father died six months later….I was twenty-two.” Hilda had laid her hand tentatively on Nell’s shoulder for a moment, saying softly,
“Mother died when I was thirteen.” They had sat in silence for a long time, then returned to the Chalet, aware of the friendship that was beginning to grow between them…
“With Father, it was different,” said Nell after a minute or two. “After Mother died, he was somehow lost, almost a different person. He was only fifty-four, but it was as if he suddenly grew old. The doctor said that it was the strain of losing Mother and Cherry and the effects of all the hard work during the War and afterward, but I think it was really Mother’s death. He wasn’t exactly ill, but he seemed to get infection after infection – and never really recovered. After two months it was clear that he wasn’t going to get better, so I resigned my position and looked after him. We came back here; it was the only place he wanted to be.”
“I’d written to Michael at intervals during the previous three years, but I hadn’t seen him. He hadn’t been able to come to Cherry’s and Mother’s funerals - it would have taken too long for him to get here - but I told him about Father and he wrote back immediately, asking me to cable him if anything happened. When Father died, I did as he had asked, then forgot about it – it wasn’t important, there was too much to do, and I was the only person to deal with it.”
“Oh, Nell!”
“It’s alright, Hilda. You know how it is; you cope because you have to.” Hilda nodded, her eyes shining with compassion. Nell smiled briefly and continued,
“The day before the funeral, I was sitting here with a dreadful headache, trying to compose the eulogy, wondering just how in heaven’s name I was going to cope with the next day, when there was a knock at the door - and when I opened it, there was Michael.”
Nell’s grey eyes were remote, almost unfathomable, as she remembered that moment of shock and surprise.
“I couldn’t believe it was him,” she murmured. “I hadn’t thought about him after I sent the telegram; I certainly didn’t expect him to turn up on the doorstep.” She smiled wryly, “For half a second I thought I was seeing things, and apparently my reaction was all that could have been hoped for.”
“Why?” demanded Hilda.
“It seems that I turned white, stared at him in total silence for about twenty seconds, then said, ‘What do you think you’re doing here?’” She shook her head, “I think I worried him actually.”
“I’m not surprised! He probably thought you were about to faint.” Nell smiled again,
“Well I certainly felt most peculiar! The next thing I knew, I was sitting on the sofa and Michael was bustling about in the kitchen making toast and tea.”
“And very sensible too; I expect you hadn’t been eating properly.”
“You sound just like Gwynneth!” Hilda chuckled, and Nell wrinkled her nose at her in mock disdain. For an instant she was quiet and sat pleating the material of her skirt.
“He’d changed such a lot, you know.” Hilda regarded her intently,
“Tell me,” she said.
“He’d – grown. He was still Michael, but more confident and fearless, more assured. I felt as if I could trust him again, and not just as an old friend; I could see how I could trust him as a priest as well – even though he wasn’t yet ordained. His letters had suggested that he had changed, but I wasn’t quite sure; and I felt less alone.” She laughed. “He was very firm with me. Insisted I eat what he’d made, talked quietly about his journey, and then told me I had to rest for at least an hour.” Her face was remote again, “I asked him why he’d come, and he replied very simply, ‘I loved your father, Nell.’….
“What?” He had stared at her levelly.
“After our father died, your father did his utmost to ensure that both Claire and I had the kind of upbringing that he would have wanted. He tried to do everything that our father would have done. I can’t begin to tell you how much support he gave me –
“I’m sorry,” she had whispered shakily. “I didn’t think – I should have -”
“No, Nell,” he had interrupted her gently. “There’s nothing for you to be sorry about. When your letter first arrived, I went to one of my superiors, who agreed that I had to be here, so as soon as I got your cable, I was ready to leave. I’ll be here for three days. Now, what needs doing?” Nell rubbed a slightly shaky hand over her forehead,
“I’m not sure, Michael; I think all the arrangements are made. You might want to talk to Sarah though; she and Henry have done a lot of the practical things.” He nodded, then asked,
“What about the eulogy?”
“I’m giving it,” she said fiercely. “It’s the last thing I can do for him – for them – and I’m the person to do it.” He studied her face carefully,
“Alright,” he said finally, “but will you allow me to add one or two words?” Nell considered, then whispered, “Yes.”
“Good.” He regarded her thoughtfully, then added, “Nell – don’t feel that you have to do everything yourself.” She looked up at him bleakly, and ran a hand through her slightly dishevelled hair.
“Who else is there?” Her words hung in the air for a moment, and her whole face quivered, as with a wrenching sob, she turned her face into the cushion and cried despairingly for her parents and Cherry, for all she had lost….
“Michael was so comforting ,” Nell said quietly. “He was just – there – all the next day. I was so cold inside, Hilda, so empty, and frankly, I was scared, because I was so alone.”
“I know,” Hilda replied. Nell bit her lip. Of course Hilda knew; that was why it was possible to tell her of the memories that she had carried inside herself for so long.
“All through the service,” she went on, “all I could think of was why? Why now? And I started to be coldly angry. Oddly enough, that helped; I was able to say what I had to without breaking down, I was able to stand there throughout the interment and I was able to talk to people after the service. But none of it felt real – except the anger.”
“It almost feels as if you’re performing, doesn’t it?” replied Hilda quietly. Nell’s eyes met hers,
“Exactly that,” she said. She stared at the fire for a moment. “The next day, Michael came to see me in the morning, and insisted that we go for a walk on the moor. He was leaving late that night and it was the last chance we would have to talk. I didn’t really want to, but he was right. Up there, the wind was blowing and it was cool – even though it was June – and I could think a little more clearly. Michael told me a little about his plans; he wouldn’t be back in England for a year or two – possibly not until his ordination. I was a bit surprised by this and he told me that it was better this way, as his mother had to understand that he was serious about becoming a priest.”
“Hadn’t three years in the seminary convinced her about this?” Nell laughed,
“Well, you’d think so, but she was always very good at ignoring things she didn’t want to see! Only now it didn’t seem to disturb Michael; he just pursued his path, as though - well, as though she didn’t matter any more. It was funny, Hilda, because just for a moment, I felt sorry for her.”
“Yes,” Hilda agreed, “she’d lost her son, hadn’t she?” Nell nodded, her eyes serious,
“And she didn’t even realise it. In a way, I suppose she was far more alone then I was, although I certainly didn’t know it at that point, and wouldn’t have believed it anyway.” She smiled ruefully, “You know, Michael was very wise that day – he didn’t try to comfort me, or tell me I would feel better, or to be thankful that Father was safe with God; instead he told me that it was perfectly reasonable for me to be angry and sad, to feel lonely and lost and scared. Our priest here hadn’t said any of those things – or if he had, I hadn’t noticed - and I was beginning to feel as if I was somehow wrong for thinking that way.” Hilda’s lips tightened,
“No, you weren’t, Nell; you’d lost so much in such a short time. What else could anyone expect?”
“It helped me a lot to hear Michael say that to me, and later, when I thought about it, I knew that he had made the right decision about his life.” She looked at Hilda, “That was the last time I saw him; I wrote to him at intervals until he was ordained, but when I left England, we lost touch. I suppose I could have sent a letter here, but somehow I didn’t want to, and in some ways, it didn’t matter.” She was silent for a moment, then stood up, and glanced out of the window,
“I think we’d better get ready to go if we want to be up at the farm before it rains,” she said. “Those clouds mean business, and I don’t want to get wet.” Following Nell’s lead, Hilda surveyed the sullen grey clouds that had covered the sky during the last hour and shivered slightly,
“How can English rain make you wetter than any other sort?” she mused.
“Maybe because it’s had a lot of practice?” suggested Nell as she carefully banked down the fire and arranged the guard in front of it. Hilda laughed, and went towards the small hall to get into her outdoor clothes. She was halted by Nell’s quiet murmur of “Hilda?” and turned round. Nell was kneeling on the hearthrug, arranging the poker and tongs in their holder; as she got to her feet, she looked at Hilda, her expression suddenly serious.
“Thank you for listening to me,” she said simply. “I’m glad that you know about Michael.” At these words, a slow smile illuminated Hilda’s face, and her eyes shone lovingly,
“Thank you for trusting me Nell,” she replied.
Nell’s assessment of the clouds was correct and by the time she and Hilda left the cottage, the first drops of rain were starting to fall. Nell regarded the sky carefully,
“It probably won’t last long,” she said after a few seconds. “But I think it will get colder.” She grinned at Hilda, “Who knows? We may even get some snow; the weather forecast was hinting at it.”
“Forgive me if I’m not too enthusiastic about that, won’t you?” said Hilda from the depths of the scarf in which she was muffled.
“It’s lovely up here when it snows,” responded Nell, slightly indignantly. “And I never heard you complain in Tyrol.”
“That was different; they expect it there, and plan accordingly. This is England, which means that nobody is prepared – I expect that’s why the Scouts were so successful; their motto suggested something completely unheard of!” Nell giggled at this unexpected conclusion,
“Well I’m not unprepared, I can assure you! Remember I have spent several winters up here, so I do know what it can be like, and I can guarantee that you will neither starve nor freeze – unless I turn you out to fend for yourself!” she added cheerfully. She glanced down at Hilda’s feet as she spoke, “You did manage to get new boots then. You weren’t too sure whether you’d manage that when we last talked about what you’d need here.”
“Yes, though I have to tell you that as usual, I almost gave up the effort and resigned myself to saying indoors in bad weather.”
“Oh, I expect I could have found you something - and that’s the price you pay for having slender feet with abnormally high arches.”
“Oh, I don’t mind that, Nell; after all it’s only walking shoes and boots that are the real problem. Elegance is much easier to achieve.” She heard Nell’s sharp intake of breath, and carried on serenely, “Besides, you might not know this, but high insteps are supposed to be a sign of good breeding!”
“Or that one of your ancestors was naughty!” There was a sudden splutter from Hilda. Nell smirked.
“So how far is it to this farm?” It had taken Hilda a few moments to recover from the shock of Nell’s unexpected remark, and during that time she had noticed that the road was getting steeper and the rain a little heavier.
“About ten minutes,” answered Nell promptly. “And yes, it’s uphill, but gradually.” She glanced at Hilda, “Don’t worry,” she said quietly, “I wouldn’t drag you too far on your first day here – oh, and Hilda?”
“Yes?”
“Promise me something?” Hilda looked closely at her friend, but Nell appeared perfectly serious.
“That depends,” she replied cautiously. “What is it?”
“Oh, nothing too demanding – just don’t look back until I tell you.” Hilda considered this rather odd request, but Nell didn’t appear to be joking.
“That seems harmless enough,” she said. “Alright, I agree. After all it’s probably more sensible to concentrate on the road in front rather than behind!”
“Oh quite!”
Five minutes steady walking brought the pair of them to a place where the main road carried on up towards the moor, and a rougher narrower track led off to the left. Nell led the way down this left-hand turn and after another minute, they found their way blocked by a gate.
“We go through here, and then we’re on the Gorton’s land proper,” announced Nell as she lifted the latch. “What is it?” she asked, catching sight of a slightly puzzled expression on Hilda’s face.
“Well, I’m surprised that this doesn’t belong to the Draytons,” responded Hilda. “After all, you told me that they had owned land round here for generations.” To her surprise, Nell laughed,
“Ah, you’ve hit on an old grievance. It was Drayton land, although the Gortons have been here for well over two hundred years. Only, about eighty years ago, there was an Anthony Drayton with a penchant for gambling, and a desperate need for money. Two bright Gorton brothers saw an opportunity, and offered him a good price for the farm that they had previously held as tenants – they got first refusal under terms of the lease anyway, but up to that point, the Draytons had always hung on to their land. Anyway they got their farm, he got his money, and both of them were so happy with the transaction that they came back for more. By the time Anthony died, almost a quarter of the estate had changed hands, and although the Draytons were able to buy some of it back, the Gortons hung on to most of it.”
“That’s understandable!”
“Oh yes; and they’re good farmers. They’ve improved their land and their yield enormously. But not surprisingly, the Draytons have been a bit sensitive about them ever since, so although my nurse married a Gorton, I never said much to Michael about the time I spent here.”
“That was tactful, Nell!”
“For me, amazingly so!” Both of them laughed, then Nell halted in the middle of the road, “Ok, Hilda you can turn around now.” Still laughing, Hilda swung round, and was suddenly silent and amazed at what she saw.
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