Jarrow Trilogy 02 - A Child of Jarrow

by Janet MacLeod Trotter

As she closed the door to let him rest she heard him chuckling to himself.

  As if Davies’s visit had spurred him to defiance, Alexander was abruptly better again. Kate came in with breakfast one day to find him up and dressed. He took the tray from her.

  ‘Think I’ll eat this downstairs today,’ he told her.

  She nodded, suddenly disappointed. ‘You look much better, sir. Colour in your cheeks.’

  ‘I feel it. Thank you for looking after me. I’m sorry for causing such a fuss. It can’t have been very pleasant for you.’

  She had the impression he was embarrassed. Perhaps he regretted asking for her help and being seen in such a weakened state.

  ‘Was no bother, sir,’ she told him. ‘Shall I carry the tray for you?’

  ‘No, I can do that.’

  ‘Do you need anything else, sir?’

  He shook his head. ‘I’ll attempt some fresh air later.’ He hesitated. ‘I hear the lake can look very beautiful in the evening.’

  She shot him a look. ‘Aye, sir, it can.’

  ‘Think I might take a stroll down there after dinner,’ he said, holding her gaze.

  Her heart lurched.

  ‘Then I might see you on me way home from Aunt Lizzie’s,’ she dared to say.

  ‘I’d like that,’ he smiled.

  Kate hurried out ahead of him, barely able to believe that they had made a tentative assignation for the evening. She could hardly wait, yet part of her told her not to be such a fool.

  Chapter 14

  When Kate strolled down the woodland path from the walled garden, Alexander was already waiting by the lakeside. The sky was streaked with dark purple clouds and a chill breeze stirred the water and rustled the reeds, making a sound like the sea.

  ‘You came!’ he said, relief on his face.

  Kate was surprised that he should have been worrying too. Her heart was pounding with excitement and nerves.

  ‘Let’s walk, Kate,’ he said, offering his arm. She slipped her arm through his, unable to speak, and they began to follow the path that skirted the lake. With the trees in full leaf and the grass high, they were hidden from view from the castle and any of the surrounding cottages. The lake was set apart and no one came here after dark, except to poach.

  ‘Tell me about yourself, Kate. I want to know all about you.’

  ‘Nothing to tell, sir. I’m just a lass like any other.’

  She had no intention of telling him what her life had been like in Jarrow. It was a different world and she would be ashamed for him to know of her past poverty or her life with her ignorant stepfather.

  ‘You’re not like any other,’ Alexander protested. ‘You are as charming and beautiful as this place.’

  ‘Sir!’Kate laughed.

  ‘And as mysterious.’

  ‘That makes two of us then.’

  ‘Me, Kate? I’m just a simple man of business.’

  ‘And a good horseman - and an artist.’

  He looked pleased. ‘Is that what they say about me in the servants’ hall?’

  ‘That’s what I’ve noticed. They say all sorts of nonsense among the staff.’

  ‘Such as?’

  ‘That you’re a fortune-seeker - and close to Her Ladyship.’

  Alexander flushed. ‘Then they are impudent!’

  ‘That’s not my belief, sir,’ Kate said hastily.

  He stopped and looked at her intently. There was something dangerous in that look. ‘But I am close to Lady Ravensworth. She is a remarkable woman.’

  Kate felt uncomfortable. ‘Yes, sir.’

  ‘Perhaps the gossips speak the truth. Maybe I am a seeker after fortune - the Liddell fortune. Why shouldn’t I be? Don’t I have a right to some of it? I’m a Liddell too!’

  He leant over her, eyes glittering with anger, and Kate felt fear.

  ‘It’s not for me to say, sir,’ she gulped. ‘But you don’t strike me as a man who sets any great store by wealth - or silly gossip.’

  For a moment they stared at each other. Alexander had a sudden desire to kiss her, but something held him back. He had ruined too many friendships by his impulsiveness and he did not want to spoil this moment with Kate. Deep inside he knew there was something special about this girl, something that he craved more than quick satisfaction. He stepped back and laughed.

  ‘You’re right, Kate. Let the gossips go to the Devil.’

  He took her arm and they walked on, Kate relieved that his anger had gone as quickly as it had come. She would keep castle tittle-tattle to herself in future. Instead she listened to him talk of his travels abroad and marvelled at the places he described: dark endless forests frozen in snow and dazzling stars over ice-bound seas. They had the magical ring of folk songs.

  ‘I once went to the Lake District with the Patersons - folk I worked for in Shields. Apart from that, this is as far as I’ve ever been,’ Kate mused.

  They stopped and gazed at the shadowed lake, the light almost gone.

  ‘You don’t need to go any further. This is as beautiful as anything in the world,’ Alexander murmured. ‘Sometimes it’s the things right under your nose that bring you the greatest happiness - but you have to go away before you can appreciate them.’

  ‘Yes,’ Kate whispered, thinking of her unhappy trip home in March and how it had made her love Ravensworth all the more. ‘I’d be sad to have to leave here.’

  He took her hand and pressed it lightly to his lips. ‘And I would be sad too.’

  Kate’s heart hammered. Could he really mean it?

  ‘You’re very kind.’

  ‘It’s the truth,’ he smiled. ‘You are my Florence Nightingale. You saved my life.’

  ‘Hardly that, sir!’

  ‘And you must stop calling me sir - at least when we are walking alone by the lake. In future you will call me Alex.’

  ‘Will there be another time, sir?’

  ‘I hope so, Kate. If you would like it?’

  ‘Oh yes, sir, I would.’

  ‘There you go again. My name is Alex,’ he laughed. ‘Next time, can I draw you sitting by the lakeside?’

  ‘What you want to do that for?’

  ‘Because you are my pretty wood nymph and I will have the excuse to gaze on you for as long as I like.’

  Kate spluttered with laughter. ‘I never heard such talk!’

  ‘It’s true. I’ve been trying to draw other people for weeks, but you keep appearing on the page.’

  ‘Me?’

  ‘Yes, you’ve bewitched me and the only way to break the spell is to draw you. So for the good of my health you must say yes.’

  ‘Well, just for your health’s sake - Master Alex.’

  ‘Not “Master Alex” - that makes me feel like a schoolboy in britches.’

  They laughed and continued their way round the lake, parting at the walled garden and agreeing to meet the next evening if the weather was fine. Kate thrilled at the thought, going over in her mind all the amazing things he had said to her. She imagined Suky’s worried fussings. He ‘ll just be after one thing! Stop now; you can’t shut the stable door once the horse has bolted.

  But Kate knew she would go - couldn’t stop herself. She wanted nothing more than to be in his company. She didn’t care if he sought her out merely to paint her picture. She knew he couldn’t possibly care for her the way she did for him, but it was enough just to sit close to him and gaze at his handsome face while he drew her own.

  So she met him the following evening and they sat behind the boathouse in the twilight of midsummer while he sketched. They met several times over the next couple of weeks, secret trysts among the trees like pastoral lovers, though they did nothing more than talk and laugh and briefly touch hands in between his bouts of drawing.

  When they parted, Alexander would raise her work-roughened hands to his lips and gently brush them with a kiss. Then her heart would pound and she would feel almost sick with longing. At night she lay sleepless in the stuffy attic bedroom, thinking of
him lying in the east tower and wondering if he lay awake too.

  By July, Hannah was giving her suspicious looks when she came in late, as if she did not believe she stayed so long at her aunt’s cottage. Kate knew she must not start any rumours that would get her into trouble, for the housekeeper made no secret of her resentment that Kate had been brought from Farnacre without her approval and she would relish an excuse to be rid of one of Lady Ravensworth’s favourites.

  Alexander did not think beyond the day. He dwelt on little else but his meetings with Kate; she entranced him with her fresh looks and good humour. She was friendly and open and eager to please him. He liked to think that she might be the daughter of the kind Jarrow woman who had taken him to the circus and visited Ravensworth with her babies on that distant golden summer. He had long forgotten her name, but Kate reminded him of the pretty, generous lady who had shown him friendship.

  Alexander thought of Kate as he rode the Durham hills and each evening was impatient for dinner to end so he could walk to the lake. The secrecy of their meetings only heightened his impatience and excitement. Perhaps Lady Ravensworth suspected there was a purpose to his late evening walks for she did not insist on coming with him.

  ‘Henry’s looking tired - we’ll retire early,’ she would say, and wave him off.

  He had filled a whole sketchbook with drawings of Kate. He knew her features so well he could draw her from memory, but still used it as an excuse to meet. He had no idea where the liaison would lead; he just wanted the summer to continue like this for ever and not to have to think of the future.

  One evening an impulse struck him.

  ‘Kate, I’d like to go back to Jarrow - see where I used to live. In all these years I’ve never been back - never wanted to. But now, knowing you, it’s something we share. Would you come with me and show me? I could meet your mother - see if she’s the woman I remember.’

  Kate looked at him appalled. ‘No! I mean - what for? There’s nothing much to see - just the new town hall - and the old vicarage is gone. You wouldn’t recognise the place. And Mam doesn’t live in Jarrow any longer. Moved out to the country a couple of years back with our Jack.’

  ‘That sounds more pleasant.’ Alexander was astonished by her agitation.

  ‘Aye, but she doesn’t take to visitors. Health’s not good.’

  ‘How does she manage on her own?’

  Kate winced. ‘Our Jack’s still at home.’ Why had she not mentioned John McMullen before? It seemed too late now.

  ‘Well, we could still pay a visit to the town - look round the old monastery.’

  ‘Why bother when you’ve got all this bonny countryside round here?’ Her look was pleading. ‘Any road, I wouldn’t get the time off. Best if you went on your own.’

  Alexander was dashed by her refusal, but he could see by the stubborn set of her mouth that she would not be persuaded. Perhaps the notion was a foolish one, to want to see the place of fleeting happiness with his Cousin Edward. He thought it might have pleased Kate to be taken to see her mother, show off her acquaintance with a Liddell. But she was more practical than he. It was fanciful to think they could go about in public as equals or friends. People would rush to the wrong conclusion and condemn such a liaison.

  ‘You’re right,’ he said with a rueful smile. ‘Let us drop the subject.’

  He saw how Kate at once regained her cheerfulness. He must remember to keep their relationship simple - and secret.

  ‘But maybe we could spend your day off in another way?’ he suggested. ‘A walk in the hills, perhaps?’

  Kate eyed him. She would like nothing more, but could not see how it could be achieved without discovery. She had promised to meet up with Mary the following Sunday.

  ‘I can’t,’ she said reluctantly. ‘I’m meeting someone.’

  Alexander looked away in disappointment. ‘I’m sorry. I’ve no right to stand in the way. A girl like you must have no end of suitors wishing to court you.’

  Kate gawped. ‘It’s not that—’

  ‘No, don’t apologise.’

  ‘It’s not a lad I’m meeting!’ Kate burst out, then blushed furiously.

  ‘It’s not?’ Alexander brightened.

  ‘No,’ she laughed, ‘it’s a lass - me sister Mary. She’s working at the Ravensworth Arms.’

  ‘I see. That’s good,’ Alexander grinned.

  They gazed at each other. Kate wondered whether he was courting but would never dare ask. He might already be married, for all she knew. She could be endangering her mortal soul by continuing to see him. But at that moment, the flames of Hell seemed a distant punishment.

  ‘Have you ever ridden, Kate?’ he suddenly asked.

  ‘A donkey on the beach once,’ she laughed.

  ‘I’ll take you riding then.’

  ‘I couldn’t!’ she spluttered.

  ‘I’ll arrange it.’

  ‘When?’

  ‘After you’ve met your sister. Get away early - I’ll meet you beyond the church at Lamesley. Say yes, Kate.’

  Her heart jolted at such daring, but when he looked at her with those intent eyes, she would risk anything.

  ‘Aye, I will,’ she smiled.

  He leant forward as if he would kiss her, then hesitated.

  ‘Splendid! Sunday it is - about three o’clock?’

  The next three days it rained continuously and Kate was kept indoors in the evenings, frustrated at the weather and wondering if it would prevent their ride on Sunday. She glimpsed Alexander twice with Lady Ravensworth, but he made no show of recognising her. They looked preoccupied. A ball was being planned for the middle of the month, but the earl was confined to bed with a cold, and rumours came back from the parlour-maids that Her Ladyship was fretting the event might have to be postponed.

  ‘Typical!’ muttered the housekeeper. ‘Just thinks of her own pleasure, and there’s the poor old earl a-lying in his bed.’

  ‘Watch what you say,’ James, the head footman, warned.

  ‘I’ll say what I like,’ she declared. ‘It’s nothing but the truth. The house should still be in mourning for old Lady Ravensworth.’

  ‘That’s for Her Ladyship to decide,’ James said loyally.

  ‘And you’ll be the first to know what she wants,’ the housekeeper said waspishly.

  ‘She wants His Lordship to be better before filling the house with guests,’ James said levelly.

  ‘Is he very ill?’ Kate asked Lily in concern. She had taken up soup to Lord Ravensworth’s room earlier.

  Lily shrugged. ‘Doctor’s been in every day this week, but he was sat up in bed chatting when I went in. Always got a nice word to say, has His Lordship.’

  ‘Aye,’ Kate agreed, remembering how he had once made her feel at home by talking about Jarrow and his Cousin Edward. But she fretted that Alexander might not be able to get away on Sunday. Perhaps he would feel he had to keep Lady Ravensworth company or, worse, leave the castle and return home if there was to be no ball.

  Sunday came and to Kate’s joy the sun broke through the canvas of grey clouds that had brought such rain for the best part of a week. She worked quickly that morning to finish her chores and then set out on the downhill mile walk to the Ravensworth Arms. She had seen the Liddells’ carriage return from the service at Lamesley church, but knew from Lily that Lord Ravensworth was still confined to bed. No doubt Alexander would have accompanied Her Ladyship, but would he be able to get away later?

  Mary wanted to walk up to Kibblesworth and look in the shop windows.

  ‘I can’t … have to get back soon,’ Kate said.

  ‘Why? You’ve got a couple of hours still!’

  ‘There’s that much to do - all these guests arriving over the next week. Lady Ravensworth’s planning dinners and a big dance and a day at the races.’

  Mary brightened. ‘You could take me back with you. You promised you’d show me round.’

  ‘Not today.’

  ‘Why not? You’re such a spoil
sport!’

  ‘You could call on Aunt Lizzie - see the cousins.’

  Mary pulled a face. ‘I’ll end up having to spread muck on the roses or touch Alfred’s pet rat. Ugh!’

  ‘Next day off we’ll gan up to Kibblesworth, I promise — do something with Suky and her lad.’

  Mary gave her a sulky look as they rounded the side of the inn. Kate glanced nervously in the direction of the distant church.

  ‘I’ll be off then.’

  ‘Maybes I’ll gan to Aunt Lizzie’s after all. I’ll walk up with you,’ Mary announced.

  Kate’s heart sank. They would have to pass right by the church. What if Alexander said something? She would have to walk straight on, pretending she did not know him. Mary must never suspect she was meeting a man, especially a man so far above their class. How frustrating! She might not have time to come back and meet him.

  Kate tried to hide her annoyance as they set off together, down the lane towards Lamesley village. Her heart began to pound as they neared the church. The tower clock struck three.

  While Mary gossiped about people at the inn, Kate glanced nervously about her. There was no sign of Alexander or a horse anywhere near the church. As they passed the open gate, she glimpsed someone picking flowers in the graveyard. A young couple strolled by and nodded to them.

  A wave of relief came over Kate that Alexander was nowhere to be seen. How foolhardy to have made such an arrangement with all these villagers about - and so close to Mary and the inn. It had been the madness of a magical summer’s evening.

  Still her heart hammered as they left the village and climbed the road to the castle, hidden among dense woods. What if he should come riding out of the trees? What would she say? But they walked on and no rider came.

  ‘You’re not listening, are you?’ Mary demanded.

  ‘Sorry?’

  ‘Just ‘cos I’m not working with the nobs up at the castle. Still think you’re better than me, don’t you?’

  ‘No, don’t be daft.’ Kate paused on the brow of the hill and looked back at the village. There was no sign of Alexander. The distant St Andrew’s clock struck half-past three. Despite the situation, she felt a stab of disappointment. He was not going to come after all, perhaps had never intended to. In the cold light of day he had changed his mind and thought nothing more of it.