Loving, Living, Party Going

by Henry Green

  'And I make no doubt you use that to get away of an afternoon and let the work look after itself. You'll have Miss Burch after you.'

  'Come away, dear,' Edith said to Kate.

  'Doves kissing indeed,' Miss Swift called surprisingly after their backs, 'stuff and nonsense. That's the mother feeding her little one dears If you sit quiet enough you'll see for yourselves,' she said to the children. 'And now where was I?'

  'You were at that bit where the kind old father says he can marry her 'cause he's getting too old to know better.'

  'Well now that's right,' Miss Swift began once more and the doves, spiralling down in the funnel made by trees which were coming out all over in a yellow green through chestnut sheaths the colour of a horse's coat, settled one after another each outside the door to his quarters and after strutting once or twice went on quarrelling, murdering and making love again. 'So then not knowing any better he let him have her hand,' the nanny said.

  Breathless the children watched this leaning tower. Very soon one white dove was crouching with opened beak before another with stuck-out chest. Not long after that they were at it once more and the fat bird, grown thin now, had his head deep down the other's neck which was swallowing in frantic gulps that shook its crescent body. Elsewhere another bird trundled an egg to the edge. Yet another chased a fifth to a corner until it fluttered over behind where these two began again. In pairs they advanced and retreated. Then one more small mass fell without a thud, pink.

  'There y'are,' said Albert.

  'Where? I didn't see. Oh I've missed again,' Evelyn said. 'Did you?' to Moira.

  'You're none of you listening you naughty children,' the nanny said. 'Here's poor nanny wasting her breath and you don't pay attention. We'd better get on with our walk if you ask me.'

  'Why nanny?'

  'Are you coming?'

  'Yes'm.'

  'But why nanny?'

  'Because nanny says so. Come on now. We'll go down by the fish 'atchery,' and she made off, holding Evelyn by the hand. She dragged on her right leg.

  'Tell you what,' Albert said to Moira as they loitered to follow, 'I'll bite 'is little 'ead off'n.'

  'You'll what?'

  'Like they did in the local where I was evacuated.'

  'What's the local?'

  'In the pub down in the country. There was a man there bit the 'eads off of mice for a pint. The lady I was evacuated with said so.'

  'You shan't you wicked boy I'll call nanny.'

  'I'll show yer,' he said darting sideways towards the base of that tower. 'You wait till I find'm,' he said and she burst out wailing. Miss Swift came back, mopped the child's face. The others watched as though disinterested. She did not ask Albert. 'I'll tell Mrs Welch about you' was all she told him.

  Later that same afternoon Raunce was in the pantry lending his lad a hand with the tea things. That is to say while his Albert washed the cups and saucers, the spoons and plates, Raunce held up a heavy silver tray like a cymbal to polish it. 'Ha' he went at the expanse of mirror metal, 'ha,' then he rubbed his breath away as he whistled through his teeth in time to the short strokes in the way a man will when grooming a horse, and squinting terribly the while.

  Suddenly he spoke. Bert grew quiet at his voice. Raunce said,

  'I could have laughed right in her face,' and stopped.

  'When was that?' Albert enquired.

  'Yes so I could and with you sitting there still as a mouse.'

  The boy looked speechless at him.

  'Oh get on with your work,' Raunce quoted from another context There was another lull while Albert redoubled his effort and the butler watched. 'It's not as if we had all night,' Raunce went on, 'which is to say I have not,' he said speaking genteely and he let a short guffaw, 'lucky Charley they call me, begorrah,' he added.

  'Yes Mr Raunce,' mumbled Albert.

  'It won't wash your acting the innocent my lad. The moment she come in that door between the scullery and where we was sitting over our tea I could tell you felt the draught.'

  'I didn't feel nothing.'

  'When Mrs Welch reported present on the steps there was something caused my eyes to settle on that cheese face of yours, something told me. And when she started about that waterglass of 'ers which is missing I says to myself Charley you don't have to look far, it's plain as my face in the mirror. What induced you to take the stuff?'

  'I never.'

  'Come on tell uncle.'

  'I never took nothing.'

  'You've no call to feel uneasy my lad. I've not made out I was any different from what I am now have I?'

  'Mr Raunce I haven't so much as seen it.'

  'Well, if you won't, then I will. I'll tell you. It's because you overheard me say what my old mother had written that they was on the very brink of starvation over in London with the bombing. You must've idea'd you'd go get hold of some to send 'em a few eggs in.'

  'Gawd's truth I did not Mr Raunce.'

  'Don't stand there like a stuck pig my lad. Get down to it for the love of Moses. We aren't finished with the day's work by a long chalk. But you got your parents in London yet?' he went on. 'Haven't you?'

  There was no reply except for the slop of sink water.

  'Well haven't you?'

  'Yes Mr Raunce.'

  'All right then why make a mystery? You thought you might send 'em along an egg or two.'

  'I tell you I never.'

  'I'm not saying you did, all I'm telling you is you thought you might. There's times I despair of you my lad,' Raunce said. 'Well not possibly make anything out of you that's one item dead certain. And another thing now. Once you can shine a bit of good silver up like this here you'll have learned a start of the trade that's took me many a long year to master. And I'm still learning.'

  'I couldn't even name what that glass is for,' the boy uttered deep in his sink.

  'D'you want me to fetch you one?' Raunce shouted at once. 'Would you provoke me to strike you? No? Then don't attempt impudence again. There's the National Service Officer waiting the other side for growing lads such as you soon as you're of age.'

  'Yessir,' the boy said as though galvanized.

  'And don't call me sir,' Raunce said calmer, 'give a Mr when you address me that's all I ask. Well if you won't tell you won't. You may be right at that. See nothing know nothing as they say in the Army.'

  Albert tried a furtive smile.

  'I don't say I blame you,' Raunce went on after pondering a moment He was picking his teeth with a needle he had taken from underneath the lapel of his coat 'But one thing we will get straight here and now,' he said. 'Keep all of it to yourself if you wish. And clean your teeth of course before you have anything to do with a woman. Yet if I 'ave any more of that side from you there's one thing you can bet your life. A word to Mrs T. from me, just one little word and it's the Army for you my lad, old king and country and all the rest d'you understand.'

  'Yes Mr Raunce.'

  'Where'd those two girls of Miss Burch go working after tea did you happen to notice?'

  'Over in the empty place.'

  'Yes but what part?'

  'I couldn't tell. I never 'eard. On my oath I don't bloody know.'

  'O.K. O.K. what's all the excitement?' Raunce said. 'If you don't know you don't,' he said. 'That's all there is to it. But I got a message to give one or both of 'em see? Lucky Charley they call me. I chanced upon one of their little games this dinnertime. And if that bell was to go just you answer it. If they should want to know where I am say I'm down in the cellar d'you understand. All right? But I shan't be more'n a minute,' he said as he glided softly out softly whistling. The boy trembled.

  As has been explained most of this great house was closed. It was for Kate and Edith once or twice each week to open various dust-sheeted rooms to let the air in. When Raunce after making his way up the Grand Staircase, going through the Long Gallery and past the Chapel came to a great sombre pair of doors which divided one part of this Castle from the other, he
passed once he had opened these into yet another world. And in spite of his training they made a booming sound as he shut them behind him.

  He stood to listen through a white-wrapped dimness. For what he heard was music. In a moment he knew he heard a waltz.

  'What are they up to now?' he asked half under his breath. What's Edith after?' he repeated. He was grave all of a sudden.

  He started on his way, then almost at once stopped by a large bowl which sat naked on a window ledge and which had a sheet of cardboard laid over. He picked this up, set it aside, then dipped his fingers in the rustle of potpourri which lay within. Walking on again he sniffed once at his fingers he had dabbled in the dry bones of roses and to do this was a habit with him the few times he was over in this part.

  He went forward, still intently listening. To his left was a range of high windows muted by white blinds. On his right he passed objects sheeted in white and to which he had never raised the cloths. For this house that had yet to be burned down, and in particular that greater part of it which remained closed, was a shadowless castle of treasures. But he was following music. Also he went like the most silent cat after two white mice, and to tell them as well that what had been missing was now found to have been stolen by a rat.

  The music came louder and louder as he progressed until at the white and gold ballroom doors it fairly thundered. He paused to look over his shoulder with his hand on a leaping salmon trout in gilt before pressing this lever to go in. There was no one. Nevertheless he spoke back the way he had come. 'They'll break it,' he said aloud as though in explanation, presumably referring to the gramophone which was one of the first luxury clockwork models. 'And in a war,' he added as he turned back to these portals, 'it would still fetch good money,' talking to himself against the thrust of music. 'The little bitches I'll show 'em,' he said and suddenly opened.

  They were wheeling wheeling in each other's arms heedless at the far end where they had drawn up one of the white blinds. Above from a rather low ceiling five great chandeliers swept one after the other almost to the waxed parquet floor reflecting in their hundred thousand drops the single sparkle of distant day, again and again red velvet panelled walls, and two girls, minute in purple, dancing multiplied to eternity in these trembling pears of glass.

  'You're daft,' he called out They stopped with their arms about each other. Then as he walked up they disengaged to rearrange their hair and still the waltz thundered. He switched it off. The needle grated.

  The girls said nothing. They stood with arms up rolling their curls and watched. He went over to the window, twitched down that blind. He came back. He spoke at last.

  'Oh all right,' he said, 'I only happened to be passing OK.? Yes I know it's none of my business. Go on play it once more if you like.'

  'Not now,' Kate said.

  'It was only that one of them might hear you,' he explained.

  'It's over now,' Edith answered him.

  'And that reminds me,' he went on seeming to forget he had just given another reason for his presence. 'What I came to tell you girls was I found out about the waterglass. It's my lad has been and had some. Only a trifle, not enough to notice. He took what he did more out of curiosity than anything.'

  'Albert?' Edith exclaimed.

  'Fortunate 'e didn't try a taste,' Raunce continued. 'He's that sort. He'd never think twice if it came over him to see what the effects might be. He's a crank that's why. I know I've tried along of that lad but there's some you can't do anything with.'

  Kate laughed. 'So it was Albert, Albert after all,' she said.

  'I came special to mention the matter,' Raunce added and he had not left Edith with his eyes. 'Ever since Mrs Welch barged in like that at teatime I thought well you never know maybe these girls will take what she said wrong, think it was addressed to them.'

  'That cap didn't fit, we never took no notice,' Kate announced.

  'It's Edith here,' Raunce said, 'with her talk of she must get home and being dissatisfied.'

  'Well thank you very much,' Edith replied as though astounded.

  'Don't mention,' he said. 'And I must be off. Busy Charley that's me,' he wound up with what seemed an empty return to his old manner as he abruptly turned away. He went straight out not saying another word.

  'Well would you believe that?' Edith murmured half giggling. But Kate was looking at her like she might have been a stranger and she stopped.

  'All right come on,' Kate said vicious, 'we're not goin' to stay here all night are we? I reckon we've done what we can. Enough's enough,' she said and they set about leaving this end of the great room as they had found it. And then made their way back to the part that was inhabited, their day's work done.

  It may have been a few days later that Miss Burch came in late for her elevenses. She looked worried. As she sat down she said,

  'She's mislaid her big sapphire cluster.'

  There was no need to ask whose ring that was Ever since the French maid went back to her own country Miss Burch had been in charge of Mrs Tennant's things. But Mrs T. was always finding what she had just lost, while she seldom bothered to announce that whatever it might be was no longer missing. Charley seriously said, and at the same time imitated Mrs Welch's nephew,

  'Maybe she put'm down and forgot to pick'm up.'

  Except for Miss Burch they none of them bothered. It could be assumed if she did not in good time come across the ring that she would get another of equal value out of the Company and better because it was fresh.

  'Which reminds me,' Charley asked his lad, 'did you remember to take her back that glove? Now don't give me the old answer, don't say which glove?'

  'It's in the pantry Mr Raunce,' Albert said.

  'What is?'

  'The gardening glove.'

  'You'll excuse me it's not. I ought to know seeing that's my own pantry. Where is it then?'

  'I put 'er glove in the cupboard,' Albert said, 'on the bottom shelf. I seen it only this morning.'

  'Oh well if you've hidden the thing,' Raunce replied and they fell back on silence.

  Edith looked up to find Kate watching her. She blushed.

  'Land's sakes there she goes colouring again,' Raunce announced hearty. 'She should go and give one of them blood transfusions they are asking volunteers for, she's got too much,' he commented out of one side of his mouth to Miss Burch next him.

  'Don't be disgusting,' was all this woman said.

  But he had obviously recollected. Eggs must have made him think of waterglass. 'Wait a minute,' he cried. Kate watched. 'I've just remembered summat,' he went on. He paused, and his eyes were on Edith while her blushes flooded once more, 'I do believe I done you a real injustice,' he said to Albert perhaps. But he did not seem able to take his eyes off the girl while she looked at him melting as though at his mercy.

  'We shall have to make them open up the drains for us that's all,' Miss Burch stated, still on about the ring.

  'Oh forget it,' Charley said to Edith, probably meaning this remark for Albert. He lowered his eyes and an odd sort of bewilderment showed in his face. But Miss Burch must have understood that he was answering her for she objected,

  'I can't forget,' and she spoke resigned. 'I'm sure I've looked every place and it was a beautiful ring, an antique,' she added.

  At this moment Mrs Welch had an idea away in the kitchen. Leaving her black notebook she shuffled swift into the scullery where little Albert was at table over a cup of cocoa while the two girls prepared vegetables in one of six sinks.

  'There's none of you girls go talking to the tradesmen?' she asked in a menacing voice and gave no warning.

  'Oh no m'm.'

  'There's not one of you so much as passes the time of day with that butcher?'

  'No m'm truly.'

  'Because remember what I said. Don't have nothing to do with them Irish or you'll likely bring our own blood on us. By reason of the I R.A. And never forget.'

  'Yes m'm.'

  'And where do they carry
the victuals when they call?' Mrs Welch went on to ask.

  'They leave 'em in the outside larder like you said.'

  'Now when d'you fetch what they've left?'

  'When they're gone,' the girls answered.

  'That's right. Also I'll take up with those merchants what they've delivered short, what they owe me, on the blower, understand. Nor you 'aven't spoken with one of them?'

  'No m'm.'

  'And 'ow d'you know when they've been?'

  'They ring the little bell as they're leavin'.'

  'That's right. Then it can't be one of the tradesmen after all,' she said going back into the kitchen and there cried out loud to herself, 'Oh my waterglass.'

  What she had lost still seemed uppermost on Mrs Welch's mind when after dinner that same day Miss Burch dropped in to have a word.

  'I've been and measured'n again,' she greeted Agatha, 'and there's above a quart gone without trace. Mary bring Miss Burch a cup of tea.'

  'I do miss Mr Eldon, I do miss that man,' Miss Burch said. 'No matter who couldn't happen to lay their hands on something he always imagined where to find it. He startled you that way.'

  'Not what is short out of my jar he never could.'

  'No matter where it was Mrs Tennant dropped whatever it might be,' Agatha went on regardless, 'he was on 'and to restore it. He knew where things had lodged before they were rightly out of your fingers. There you are Mrs Welch it's a gift.'

  'It's a gift right enough the way some is born sticky fingered.'

  'Now I wouldn't say anyone had taken that ring, no I'd never go so far as that. I don't believe there's a soul in this Castle would do such a thing.'

  'I've 'ad the matter over with my girls,' Mrs Welch said, 'right into things I've been, and I've given Albert a talkin' to my word. If 'e'd known the slightest bit I'd've had it out of 'im you can lay your oath on that.'

  'It's a mystery.'

  'A dark mystery's right,' Mrs Welch echoed. 'A ring will roll I grant, but don't tell me above a quart of waterglass will fly out of what it's in without a drop spilled on the floor, the diabolical stroke,' she added.

  'I knew a woman once went down to Brighton for the Whitsun,' Miss Burch began, 'and her ring slipped in the sand. The next day she went back with her little nipper's wooden shovel, dug away where she'd been seated, and there it was after the tide had been over even.'