by Henry Green
'Not him,' Mrs Jack answered too quickly.
'Why not Violet? He used to be such a companion of yours?'
'Well I don't think Jack likes him.'
'Oh I shouldn't pay any attention,' Mrs Tennant said vaguely. 'I've so often noticed that if they can talk salmon trout they never go as far as disliking one another. Ring him up.'
'You're sure? I mean I don't want to crowd the house out just when you've got Jack home.'
'Oh really Violet,' her mother-in-law replied. 'That's perfectly sweet of you but in this great barn of a place with the servants simply eating their heads off it's a breath of fresh air to see someone new. Oh the servants, Violet darling,' Mrs Tennant said in tragic tones. She turned her leather Spanish stool round to face the younger woman.
'Have they been tiresome again?'
'Did I tell you I'd got my ring back?' Mrs Tennant enquired.
'No. How splendid.'
'My dear it was quite fantastic. When I arrived I found all the servants up in arms about it with not a trace of the ring. They were going round in small circles accusing each other.'
'Good lord,' her daughter-in-law remarked looking almost rudely out of the open window on the edge of which she was perched.
'Whether it's never having been educated or whether it's just plain downright stupidity I don't know,' the elder Mrs Tennant went on, 'but there's been the most detestable muddle about my sapphire ring.'
'Your sapphire cluster ring?'
'Yes I lost it just before we crossed over for Jack's leave. You know I told you. I was wearing the thing one day and the next I knew it was gone. I must have taken it off to wash my hands. Anyway suddenly it had disappeared into thin air. Such a lovely one too that Jack's Aunt Emily gave me.'
'You never said,' Mrs Jack complained limp.
'Didn't I darling? Well there it is. And the moment I got inside the house three days ago I found Raunce crossing and uncrossing his fingers obviously most terribly nervous about something. Well I let him get it off his chest and what d'you think? It seems that when the insurance inspector came down after I'd reported the loss the pantry Albert all at once went mad and said he'd got it whatever that means. What would you say?'
'Why I suppose he'd picked the thing up somewhere.'
'My dear that's just what I thought at the time. But not at all. Oh no Raunce took the trouble to explain the boy had never even seen my ring. In the meantime of course the inspector had gone back to Dublin and I received a rather odd letter from them, everything considered, and only this morning to say that in view of the circumstances they could not regard the thing as lost. Well that's quite right because I'm wearing it now. But what I can't and shall never understand is what the boy thought he had or had got, whichever it was. Now d'you think I ought to take all this further?'
'It's so complicated,' Mrs Jack complained.
'Would you advise me to have Raunce in and get to the bottom of things I mean?'
At this question the younger woman suddenly displayed unusual animation. She got up, stood with her back to the light, and began to smooth her skirts.
'Not if I were you,' she said. 'Let sleeping dogs lie.'
This answer probably made Mrs Tennant obstinate. 'But I should at least like to know where it was found,' she cried. 'Why there is Edith. Edith,' she summoned her shrilly, 'come here a moment I want you.'
The girl came modest through the open portals. She did not look at Mrs Jack.
'Where did you find my sapphire ring in the end Edith?'
'Me Madam?' she replied almost sharp, 'I never found your ring Madam.'
'But Raunce told me you did when he gave it back.'
'Not me Madam,' Edith said looking at the floor.
'Then who did find it then?'
'I couldn't say Madam.'
'Oh why is there all this mystery Edith? The whole thing's most unsatisfactory.'
The housemaid stayed silent, calm and composed.
'Yes that's all how you can go,' Mrs Tennant said as though exasperated. 'Shut the door will you please?'
When they were alone again Mrs Tennant raised a hand to her ear which she tugged.
'Well there you are Violet. What d'you think?'
'I expect you heard wrong. Perhaps Raunce said someone else.'
'Oh no I'm not deaf yet. I know he named Edith.'
'Darling,' Mrs Jack entreated, 'I'm sure you're not. At all events you've got your ring back haven't you?'
'Yes but I don't like having things hang over me.'
'Hanging over you?'
'When there's something unexplained. Don't you ever feel somehow that you must get whatever it is cleared up? And then I don't think I can afford to keep the insurance going. It comes so frightfully expensive these days. But if I feel that there is someone not quite honest who perhaps was caught out by the servants and made to give the thing back then I do think it would be madness to let the insurance drop. Violet don't you find that everything now is the most frightful dilemma always? But I don't suppose you do. You're so wonderfully calm all the time dear.'
'I'm not if you only knew. But you've got so many worries with everything you have to manage.'
'That's just it. And when you feel there's someone in the house you can't trust matters become almost impossible.'
'Someone you can't trust?' the young woman asked in an agitated voice so that Mrs Tennant looked but could not see her expression, standing as she was against the light.
'Why yes,' Mrs Tennant said, 'because that ring must have been somewhere to have been found.'
'Oh of course.'
'Then Violet you don't really consider I need do any more?'
'Well I don't see why. I'd let sleeping dogs rest,' the young woman repeated.
'Well perhaps you're right. Oh and darling Violet there's this other thing. You know Agatha is ill now so that with Nanny Swift that makes two trays for every meal. As a matter of fact Jane and Mary are being very good and I've been able to ease things for the pantry by telling Raunce to discontinue the fires now it's so much warmer. The pictures won't come to any harm for the weather really is quite hot. At the same time it makes rather a lot for Edith when she has to take the children out. There's all the cleaning still to be done as usual. So I was wondering Violet darling if you could possibly take on the children a bit more after Jack's leave is up but only in the afternoons of course.'
As soon as the children were mentioned the younger woman relaxed, sat down again. There came over her face the expression of a spoiled child.
'Why of course,' she said. 'I was going to anyway.'
'You are a brick Violet. One knows one can always rely on you. Things are really becoming detestable in these big houses. I must have a word with Doctor Connolly. It's all very well I shall tell him his killing off poor Eldon but he must be more careful over Agatha,' and Mrs Tennant tittered at herself. 'We simply can't afford to lose her I shall tell him. Or nanny for that matter, though of course if there was anyone to take her place she would almost be pensionable now.'
'Oh I think she's still very good,' Mrs Jack objected. Miss Swift was her own servant.
'She's excellent Violet, quite excellent I only meant she was getting older as I am. But that's the dilemma nowadays. Whether to have matters out with the servants and then to see them all give notice, or to carry on anyhow so to speak with the existing staff and have some idea in the back of one's mind that things may change for the better? What would you do?'
'My dear I think you manage wonderfully,' Mrs Jack said in a reassuring voice.
'Well I don't know about that,' Mrs Tennant replied. 'It seems we're living pretty well from hand to mouth when I hardly dare ask anyone over to a meal even for fear one or more of the creatures will give notice. You will remember to ring up that Captain Davenport won't you? But in a way I regard this as my war work, maintaining the place I mean. Because we're practically in enemy country here you know and I do consider it so important from the morale point of view
to keep up appearances. This country has been ruined by people who did not live on their estates. It might be different if de Valera had a use for places of the kind. Why he doesn't offer Ireland as a hospital base I can't imagine. Then one could hand over a house like this with an easy conscience. Because after all as I always say there are the children to consider. I look on myself simply as a steward. We could shut Kinalty up to-morrow and go and live in one of the cottages. But if I once did that would your darlings ever be able to live here again? I wonder.'
'Did Jack's stepfather live here much before he died?'
'Edward would never be away from the place when he first rented it,' Mrs Tennant replied. 'But once he bought outright he seemed to tire. Still he was a sick man then and most of the time he stayed in London to be near the doctors.'
'Well anyway I think you are doing a perfectly marvellous job,' Mrs Jack murmured.
'Thank you darling. You are a great comfort. I love this house. It's my life now. If only there wasn't this feeling of distrust hanging over one.'
'Distrust?' Mrs Jack enquired rather sharply again.
'This business about my ring,' her mother-in-law replied. 'What I always say is, if one can't trust the people about you where is one?'
'Oh but I'm sure you can? Of course Edith's very much in love with Raunce, we all know that, which makes her a bit funny and imaginative sometimes. Still I'm sure she's absolutely reliable otherwise.'
'Imaginative my dear?'
'Well you know how it is. She's trying to land Raunce. My God that man's a cold fish. I'm glad it isn't me.'
'Let them marry, let them live in sin if they like so long as we keep them but my dear,' the elder Mrs Tennant said, 'what do we know about the servants? Why,' she added, 'there's Jack. Whatever can be the matter to make him leave the river at this hour? Hullo Jack,' she called, 'done any good?' She had moved over to the open window with this man's wife and stuck her rather astounding head with its blue-washed silver hair out into the day as though she were a parrot embarrassed at finding itself not tied to a perch and which had turned its back on the cage. He waved. He came over. He was in grey flannel trousers with an open red-and-white checked shirt. He looked too young for service in a war.
'I ran out of fags,' he explained looking mildly at his wife who smiled faintly indulgent at him.
'Oh Jack,' his mother said, 'we're asking Captain Davenport, do you remember him, over for dinner to-night?'
'Him?' the young man asked. 'Has he got back then?'
'I didn't know he'd been away,' Mrs Tennant said. Her daughter-in-law stayed very quiet.
'Oh we saw quite a lot of him in London this time didn't we Doll,' he remarked casually to his wife.
'Well there's no one else in this desert of a place so you'll simply have to see him again that's all,' Mrs Tennant said sharp but cheerful and all three drifted off on their separate ways without another word.
The evenings were fast lengthening. Charley and Edith slipped out after supper that same day to be with each other on the very seat by the dovecote where Miss Swift that first afternoon of spring had told her charges a fairy story while they watched the birds love-making. These, up in the air in declining light, were all now engaged on a last turn round before going back inside the leaning tower to hood their eyes in feathers.
Edith laid her lovely head on Raunce's nearest shoulder and above them, above the great shadows laid by trees those white birds wheeled in a sky of eggshell blue and pink with a remote sound of applause as, circling, they clapped their stretched, starched wings in flight.
That side of Edith's face open to the reflection of the sky was a deep red.
'She passed my books all right this mornin',' he murmured.
'What books?' she asked low and sleepy.
'Me monthly accounts,' he replied.
'Did she?' Edith sighed content. They fell silent. At some distance peacocks called to one another, shriek upon far shriek.
'That'll mean a bit more put away for when we are together,' he went on and pressed her arm. She settled closer to him.
'You're wonderful,' she said so low he hardly heard.
'I love you,' he answered.
Her left hand came up to lie against his cheek.
'An' did you ask about our little house we're going to have?' she enquired.
'I did that. But Mrs T. couldn't seem to take it in. She said yes and no and went on about Michael being tiresome. But of course I didn't come straight out about it's being for us dear.'
'You wouldn't,' she made comment dreamily.
'Ah you want to move too fast in some things you do. Slow but sure that's me,' and he chuckled. 'I get 'em so they think it's their idea.'
'You're smart!' she murmured in admiration.
'Clever Charley's the name,' he echoed and kissed her forehead. 'You see girl you want to go soft. A bit at a time.'
'What's it worth to you?' she wanted to know, the hand she had against his cheek stiffening up his face. 'This job I mean,' she added.
'Why you know the money I draw dear? I've made no secret.'
'Yes but the extra on the books?'
'Oh maybe two or three quid a week.'
'Here,' she said drawing her face slightly away, 'it was more like five or six pounds when you told me a week or two back.'
'Not on your life,' he said in a louder voice. 'You've got it wrong. I couldn't have.'
'You did,' she insisted.
'All you women are the same,' he announced calm, 'you ask so many questions you get a man tied in knots. Then you never forget but bring it up later. Why it couldn't have been that much dear. Mrs T. would notice. She's not short-sighted let me tell you.'
'You wouldn't hold out on me would you Charley?' Edith asked sweet, but looking at him.
'Come off it,' he murmured and kissed her mouth.
'I don't know but I do love you,' she said when she could.
After a time he rather unexpectedly tried her out with some news, sitting back as though to watch the effect.
'The Captain was at dinner,' he said.
'Captain Davenport? Oh him,' and she laughed.
'What's comical about that?' he enquired. 'I thought you might consider it a trifle strange so soon after you know what.'
She just lay on him without replying.
'A bit thick it looked to me after he'd followed her right over to England,' he went on.
'Captain Davenport?' she repeated. 'You just put that silliness out of your mind.'
'Can you beat it? With all the rumpus you made at the time,' he announced. For answer she turned her face up and kissed him.
'Women are a mystery,' he added. He kissed her avidly.
Some minutes later he spoke once more; 'Was that right what you said about Mr Jack taking liberties?' he asked.
'Wouldn't you like to know,' she replied.
'No girl,' he objected drawing a bit away from her again, 'I got the right to learn now I hope.'
'You don't have to worry your head about him either,' she said.
'I'm the best judge of that,' he muttered.
'Why Charley you're not ever goin' to be jealous of a stuck-up useless card like him surely?'
'You've got such peculiar notions,' he said. 'It'd be hard to tell what you consider is right or wrong.'
'Say that a second time,' she demanded.
'Now sweet'eart,' he said, 'don't go ridin' your high horse.'
'I'm not ridin' nothing.'
'Then what's it all about?' he asked.
'Seems to me you're trying to make out I gave that boy encouragement.'
'Yes they do take 'em young for the army,' he replied.
'Were you?' she went on. 'Because I won't stand for it Charley.' But she was only grumbling.
'Who me?' he said. 'Not on your life. You wouldn't reply to my question.'
'What girl would?' she enquired sweet.
'I'd have thought any woman could give a straight answer if she was asked whether a certain
individual had offered ... well offered ...' and he seemed at a loss.
'Offered what?' she murmured obviously amused.
'Well all right then, tried to kiss her?' he ended.
'An' I should never've thought there was a man breathing would be so easy as to expect he'd be told the truth.'
'Oho so that's the old game,' he laughed. 'Keeping me on a string is it, to leave me to picture this that and the other to do with you and him?'
'If you can bring your imagination to such a level you're to be pitied,' she answered tart.
'All I did was to ask,' he objected.
'You're free to picture what you please,' she replied. 'I've got no hold on your old imagination, not yet I haven't.'
'What d'you mean not yet?'
'I mean after we're married,' she whispered, her voice gone husky. 'After we're married I'll see to it that you don't have no imagination. I'll make everything you want of me now so much more than you ever dreamed that you'll be quit imaginin' for the rest of your life.'
'Oh honey,' he said in a sort of cry and kissed her passionately. But a rustling noise interrupted them.
'What's that?' he asked violent.
'Hush dear,' she said, 'it'th only the peacockth.'
And indeed a line of these birds one after the other and hardly visible in this dusk was making tracks back to the stables.
'Whatever brought you to think of that cow son at a time like this,' he asked awkward.
'There'th a lot you'd like to know ithn't there,' she answered.
'Oh give us a kiss do,' he begged.
'If you behave yourthelf,' she said.
After tea one afternoon Edith went up to her room to lie down. She was tired. Agatha and Miss Swift were still confined to bed. The extra work this caused was hard.
She found Kate stretched out already. The rain pattered on ivy round their opened window.
'I'm dead beat I am,' this girl said to Edith who answered,
'Well I don't suppose hard work ever did anyone any harm.'
'But don't it keep pilin' up against you dear all the time,' Kate remarked. Then she added as Edith sat to roll down her stockings. 'There's one thing we still get you can't buy the other side.'