“Do you really mean to teach her to cook and manage a household?” she asked, and her aunt smiled.
“I most certainly do, and I think she will enjoy it, too,” she said, not knowing exactly how she was going to organise her home to accommodate young Cassy, until Emily came to the rescue.
“Since I am here at Pemberley most of the week, Cassy can have my room, whenever she stays over,” said Emily, who had been rather quiet throughout the discussion.
“Are you sure you will not be inconvenienced?” asked Elizabeth, anxious that Cassandra’s plans should not disrupt the Gardiners’ lives. Emily assured her she was happy to let Cassandra use her room. She herself had a pretty suite of rooms at Pemberley, opposite the schoolroom, where she used to teach William and Cassandra when they were little. She enjoyed the privacy it afforded her. She worked in the library and the music room and taught the children at Kitty’s infant school; it was a busy life. She always went home to Lambton on Saturdays and returned to Pemberley on Mondays. It was an arrangement that suited everyone rather well.
Meanwhile, the lives of other members of the family had moved on. Robert Gardiner lived almost permanently in London, where he looked after the legal side of his father’s business. Robert had wanted to study the Law. Unsure that his son had the will to spend enough time on the business, Mr Gardiner had recently employed a very able business manager. This meant that Robert had more time to study, but reports from London did not suggest that he was doing very much study at all.
Richard, on the other hand, having completed very successfully a gruelling course of medical study in Edinburgh and later Paris, had purchased a practice in a part of Birmingham, which badly needed his services. Assisted by his friend Paul Antoine, he had furnished the modest consulting rooms and hung up his shingle. There was no shortage of patients from aging men and women suffering from ague or pleurisy to babes in arms with croup or quinsy; they all came hoping to be healed by the new doctor. The doctor from whom he purchased the practice used to work two days a week at the district’s cottage hospital, and Richard had been happy to take over the work. He soon realised that there were twice as many patients to be seen at the hospital as at his rooms. Often he worked late and didn’t get any dinner before returning to the lodgings they rented in town.
When Mrs Gardiner found out, she decided that it would not do at all. “If you do not eat proper meals, you will soon be as sick as your patients,” she said and proceeded to make arrangements to go to Birmingham with Emily and Mr Gardiner to set things right. The first thing to do was to get them better accommodation as well as board, in a house, rather than rented rooms. A business acquaintance of Mr Gardiner’s had a couple of rooms and a sitting room to let in his house. These were inspected and pronounced suitable, and arrangements were made for the provision of meals. When they returned that evening, Richard and Paul were astonished at the appearance of the place, with new curtains and a fire in the grate.
“It is,” said Richard, “almost like home, except it is Birmingham!” Having extracted several promises including a pledge that they would return home every fortnight, the Gardiners left.
Emily noted that Paul was thinner and paler and hoped he was not being overworked. Her parents glanced quickly at each other, and Mrs Gardiner said she had also noticed his pallor, though she had put it down to the fact that the weather was still cold in Birmingham. “I am quite sure he will get some colour back in his cheeks in Summer,” she said, and because Emily was silent, they assumed she had agreed. In fact, she did not agree but kept her counsel, intending to speak to her brother when he next came home.
Charlotte Collins, with the continuing help of the Gardiners and some advice from Elizabeth and Emily, had taken a lease on a modest house in the district of Mansfield in Nottinghamshire. Set in pleasant grounds, with access to a large park, part of the estate of Lord Mansfield, who was her landlord, the house was ideal for her purpose. Charlotte was grateful for the help of Mrs Gardiner and her husband, who provided her with introductions to several families in the area, leading to many enquiries and ultimately five young ladies, who wished to enrol at her establishment.
Whether she would make a success of it was left to be seen, but she certainly did not shirk any of the hard work that was necessary. Her own daughter Rebecca, who had literary ambitions, and young Emily Gardiner were available to help and when Elizabeth suggested a conducted tour of Pemberley and afternoon tea on the terrace for her young ladies, Charlotte was delighted. “It will be an added attraction, Lizzie; there are not too many people, outside your circle of family and friends, who will have such a wonderful opportunity to see Pemberley and have tea on the terrace,” she said with great satisfaction.
Meanwhile, the two infant schools at Pemberley and Kympton had been established with the help of Mr and Mrs Darcy, Mr and Mrs Gardiner, and the respective parish councils. In each case, the lack of assistance from any level of government was criticised as a national shame by Fitzwilliam, who, as the Member of Parliament for the area, vowed to press the matter at Westminster. The editor of the Matlock Review wrote another strong editorial on the need for a national school system, but it fell on deaf ears again, as it had on two previous occasions. There was, as yet, no political will to take up the cause of education for the children of the poor.
When Caroline’s child, a boy they named David, was born, there was a family celebration, and the entire village turned out for the christening at the little church. They were proud of their new member and his family. Fitzwilliam had by his sincerity and passion for reform convinced many who were as yet without the franchise, being neither landed gentry nor middle class merchants, that he would genuinely represent their cause. That his wife was as natural and easy with ordinary working people as she was with the rich and famous merely added to their satisfaction.
As the nation settled into a new era with a new government, their lives seemed as if they were settling into a familiar pattern, too. If there were storm clouds over the horizon, hardly anyone was aware of them yet. Mr and Mrs Gardiner were so proud of their children and grandchildren they were loathe to admit of any disappointments, lest it may seem a reflection upon one of them. Yet, the absence of their youngest son Robert from most family gatherings was causing some comment and consequently much heartache for his mother. While she had no notion of the extent of Robert’s problems, Mrs Gardiner had hoped that whatever it was that troubled her son would be easily cleared up by Mr Gardiner when, on receiving a letter from his business manager, he decided to go up to London for a few days. But, on his return, the news he brought was far from good, and even the usually cheerful and optimistic Mr Gardiner appeared grimfaced.
After dinner, when they were free of the servants, he revealed that young Robert was in trouble. “He is in debt and cannot pay his creditors,” he said, looking and sounding truly miserable, as he detailed the problems besetting their son. “He seems to have fallen into rather dissolute and irresponsible company. I gathered from a couple of his friends that he had lent a friend a large sum of money to pay a gambling debt.” Seeing his wife’s look of alarm, he added quickly, “No my dear, it is not what you think; Robert himself does not gamble, but he appears to keep the company of some singularly unattractive characters who do, and they have taken advantage of him.” Despite her husband’s reassuring words, Mrs Gardiner was so distressed, she could barely speak. When she did, she was confused. “What is to be done? How will he be found, and what will happen to him?” she cried. Mr Gardiner held up a hand, “Well, first we shall have to find him. I have made some enquiries, and I hope to enlist Fitzwilliam’s help. He knows London well,” he said. “Then, I shall need to discover how much is owed and to whom. It could be a considerable sum, or he would surely have come to us. Finally, I shall have to make good the money and release him from this dreadful obligation.”
“But, Edward, if it is a very large sum, how shall we find the money?” Mrs Gardiner asked anxiously. Her husband was unwill
ing to go into the matter in too much detail.
“Bear with me, my love, once we know what we are dealing with, I shall explain everything. Meanwhile, I must see Fitzwilliam, after which I shall go to Pemberley and talk to Mr Darcy.”
“Mr Darcy! Must he know all our troubles, too?” his wife asked, unhappy at the thought and apprehensive about Darcy’s reaction.
“He must, we are partners in business, and if I am to undertake a course of action that may cause me to leave my business for a while, my partner is entitled to know the reason. Besides, my dear,” he added, “I value his advice.” Mrs Gardiner toyed with the idea of accompanying her husband but decided against it. It was very late when Mr Gardiner returned, accompanied by two of the stable hands from Pemberley. Darcy had insisted; times, he had said, were difficult, and it was sensible not to take risks. Mrs Gardiner went eagerly to meet him, and seeing how exhausted he looked, she almost wept. However, when he had explained their plans, she was content to trust his judgement.
The following morning, Mr Darcy rode over to Lambton. Fitzwilliam had already arrived. Without delay, they set off in Mr Gardiner’s carriage. Mrs Gardiner, who had not come downstairs, but watched from an upstairs window, felt tears sting her eyes. That one of her children, even poor, shy Robert, should have caused so much trouble was sufficient to break her heart. Yet, Mr Gardiner had insisted that Robert had not done anything dishonourable. There was no hint of embezzlement or false pretences involved, simply an unwise transaction from which he could not extricate himself. The uncertainty was hardest to bear. If only there was someone with whom she could share her fears. She wondered whether she could take the pony trap and drive to Pemberley.
Even as she pondered, shortly after breakfast, of which she ate very little, her wish was granted. The sound of a carriage coming up the drive sent her to the window, and to her great joy, there was Elizabeth, alighting from one of the smaller Pemberley carriages. Mrs Gardiner flew to the front door, and as her niece entered, she was enveloped in an embrace. “Oh Lizzie, if you knew how much I’ve been longing to see you.” Aunt and niece embraced again and sat down to tea before withdrawing to Mrs Gardiner’s room to talk in private. Elizabeth knew very little except that Robert was having “money troubles” and Darcy and her uncle were going up to London to help him. When her aunt told her all she knew, Elizabeth was quite shaken. “Do we know who it is Robert borrowed the money from and for whom?” she asked. Her aunt did not know. She knew only that it was to help a friend pay his gambling debts. Elizabeth, her mind going back to the dark days of Lydia’s elopement, wondered at the coincidence of events. “There is no question of Robert raiding the business, Lizzie, that at least is certain. Your uncle has told me that he has seen Mr Bartholomew and been assured that there have been no monies drawn out at all by Robert, save his monthly wage.” Her aunt was still very distressed, and Elizabeth tried to calm her.
“You must not distress yourself like this, dear Aunt, I am sure Darcy and my uncle will find Robert and settle this unfortunate business. I cannot believe that Robert could knowingly enmesh himself in such a scheme. Surely he must have been deceived.” Each mention of Robert or the predicament in which he now found himself seemed to turn the knife in her aunt’s heart. Elizabeth decided to take her out for a drive. It was, for her, the panacea for all ills, and she persuaded Mrs Gardiner that she would feel better for it, too.
They drove many miles before realising they were both tired and thirsty. The inn at Lambton, which held so many happy memories for them, offered both shade and refreshment. Taking advantage of its hospitality, they spent a quiet afternoon, during which Elizabeth succeeded in bringing her aunt to a state of acceptance, in which she grew calmer and more confident that Robert could be found and his creditors satisfied. It was a question of knowing where to look, and with Darcy and Fitzwilliam to help, Mr Gardiner’s task would surely be easier. As the afternoon grew cooler, they returned to Oakleigh, to find a carriage from Pemberley in the drive. Emily had come for Elizabeth. William had been taken ill, and Mrs Reynolds had sent for the doctor. Elizabeth was immediately eager to return to Pemberley, and Mrs Gardiner went with her, planning to stay overnight. Fortunately, William’s illness turned out to be severe indigestion rather than a life threatening disease, but with a summer storm brewing in the Northwest and clouds swirling in from the Peak District, Elizabeth was glad indeed to be home.
Mr Gardiner and Darcy returned late on the following day, having left Fitzwilliam in London with Robert. While the news they brought was not all bad, it was still unlikely to bring much joy to poor Mrs Gardiner, who had spent a wretched night, watched over alternately by Emily and Elizabeth, who were themselves exhausted with worry and lack of sleep. Later, after they had eaten, Mr Gardiner, his voice heavy with unhappiness, detailed the action they had taken. Robert had been contacted by Mr Bartholomew, and on being assured that his father was not enraged at his behaviour, but rather was seeking to help him extricate himself from his unhappy predicament, he had come forward. Advised by both Mr Bartholomew and Mr Gardiner’s lawyer that he had best lay all his problems on the table, he had finally made a clean breast of it.
A year or more ago, Robert had been grateful for the friendship of Viscount Lyndsey, one of three sons of a famous family around town, whose attractive sister had seemed to favour him. Through them, Robert had obtained entry into social circles that he had never moved in before and had soon found himself somewhat out of his depth. In an effort to please his friend and retain the favour of his charming sister, Robert had advanced him money to pay several small debts. At first, the monies had been repaid as Viscount Lyndsey appeared to win at Baccarat and Roulette, but a few months ago, he had demanded a sum well beyond Robert’s modest means. Urged on by his friend and his sister’s tearful appeals, Robert had used his father’s credentials to borrow the money, which he handed over at a club, in the presence of two friends. That was the last he had seen or heard of either the Viscount or his charming sister. Under pressure to return the money and with nowhere to turn, Robert had pawned most of his possessions to pay a part of his debt and fled his rooms. Conscious of the disgrace he could bring upon his family and the consequent damage that might inflict upon his father’s business, the young man, whose culpability was a consequence more of weakness than criminality, had gone into hiding.
Alerted by Mr Bartholomew, Mr Gardiner had initially gone to London to make enquiries, and so the entire matter had been exposed. “But what is to happen to Robert, now?” asked his mother, unable to hold back her tears. Mr Gardiner proceeded to explain that the debt had been cleared and the depredations of the Viscount and his tribe left in the hands of lawyers. “As for Robert, he is heartily sorry for the trouble he has caused. He was too ashamed to return home with us; he will stay in town, with Fitzwilliam, until all the arrangements are made for his departure for Ceylon.”
“Ceylon!” this was too much of a shock for Mrs Gardiner, and even Elizabeth rose to remonstrate that surely this was an extreme step.
Her aunt looked as if she would faint, but Darcy intervened to explain gently and carefully, “Indeed, Mrs Gardiner, it is an excellent opportunity for Robert. You are aware, I am sure, that Fitzwilliam acquired property in Ceylon, when he was out there some ten years ago. I believe he has some Coffee and Cocoa plantations and spice gardens, as well as shares in a gem mine. These enterprises are managed by an excellent trading house, a British firm with very good credentials. An opportunity exists in this same firm for a young man to go out to Ceylon and be trained in the management of such enterprises.”
Mrs Gardiner, despite her complete faith in Darcy’s judgement, could not cope with the suddenness of the decision and the immense distance between England and this tiny island in the Indian Ocean to which, she felt, her son was being banished. Understanding her anxiety, Darcy explained further, “Fitzwilliam has never regretted going out there and the colony is more peaceful and far further advanced today. It will soon be an important
British naval base and a vital trading centre for us in the East.” Mr Gardiner intervened to say how important it was for Robert to get away from London and the circle of dissolute and irresponsible young men and women he had fallen in with.
“A few years away, working for a living with some industrious young men would surely bring out the best in him,” he said, “I know he has both goodness and talent, which he has had no opportunity to develop. London today provides little incentive for a young man like Robert—it’s run by the toffs and their ilk.”
Despite the logic and plain good sense of their arguments, Mrs Gardiner remained inconsolable at the prospect of her youngest child’s being sent many thousands of miles across the seas, to a life among strangers. Later, on his return, Fitzwilliam himself would spend time with his mother-in-law trying with examples of his own experience to calm her fears. For now, it was heartwrenching to see the pain she suffered.
That night, after the Gardiners had left and Darcy, tired out himself, had retired to bed, Elizabeth wrote to Jane, detailing the events of the past week:
When you have read this, dearest Jane, you will understand the shock and sorrow we have all felt at this most unhappy turn of events. Our dear aunt is quite distraught, and it is only the intervention of Darcy and Fitzwilliam that has allowed for some solution to be found to the problem of Robert’s future. Fitzwilliam’s contacts with one of the largest trading houses in the East have afforded Robert an opportunity for a new career. I can understand how wretched our dear aunt must feel, she still regards Robert as her “little boy,” but Uncle Gardiner is convinced that it is the right course and will benefit Robert. Darcy is also certain that no good can come of Robert’s continued stay in London, where he may well fall into the clutches of his “friends” again . . .
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