A very agreeable surprize
Viola, Duchess of Mulcaster, looked across the coach to her stepson, Beaufoyle, Lord Sallington, that was perusing the latest Speculum.Essie dear, I hope you were not too bored at Sir Hobday Perram’s as we discoursed of the Persians and their art and poetry and music &C?
He looked up and grinned. Not in the least! I had a fine rummage among the works of European art that his forebears collected, and fancy I may advize him that there are some several vendable and will quite pay for that matter of a leaking roof. A few things to interest me in particular.
I am delighted to hear it. But what fine things he acquired during his sojourn in Persia – and I hope he will get his treatise on the music published – I apprehend Mr Davison has opened diplomatic negotiations with the press in Oxford –
I wonder, she mused, whether one might set those ghazuls that I translated and dear Agnes Lucas has rendered into good English verse.
I am like to think, Essie responded, that one might have to adapt the music somewhat for our English ears.
Very like! Viola leaned back. Well, I am a good deal easier in my mind over Bella. I did give some thought to her spending a little time on Jupp’s farm, but 'tis rather too close to Town – and indeed to Hackwold – so nothing could be more suitable than Attervale for her recruiting in country airs, since you are not at Nitherholme at present.
Essie sighed and remarked that even was he not now obliged to perform brotherly duties about the Season’s social occasions still felt it dutiful to assist his father as much as he could.
Hmm – with Bella off my hands mayhap I might take up some of my own neglected secretarial duties! But even were you at at Nitherholme I should be somewhat reluctant to have Bella there, hearing such reports of the uproarious behaviour of young Drew Fendersham in his father’s continued absence. Polly Fendersham will say there is no harm in Drew himself but thoughtlessness, but is less confident about the set around him. So I should be a little uneasy.
Especially as Polly, that might be some restraint, is so shortly off to Peru. Essie nodded.
They fell back into silence reading. Occasionally Viola glanced up. Essie did not greatly resemble his father: he favoured his mother, Kitty, Biffle’s first duchess, that had died at his birth. She had been given out plain, and her portrait at Qualling did not depict any conventional prettiness. But Sir Zoffany Robinson had caught something of character, intelligence, warmth, that one might also discern in her son.
But here they were, at last, drawing up at Mulcaster House. How daunted she had been when first entering it as a very young bride.
O! there, standing at the top of the steps, to her amazement and delight, darling Gillie! What a very agreeable surprize – had supposed him still in the far North – perchance no longer frozen by this season?
He ran down to embrace her as she descended from the carriage. Mama! jaunting off after Persian relics they tell me, as well as taking Bella into countryside retreat.
Why, Sir Hobday’s place is so close to Attervale, seemed the perfect opportunity – Essie’s friend Mr Davison had made an introduction – one saw that he was delighted to show off his fine things. But, my love, shall you be with us long?
She took his arm and they ascended through the portico into the house itself.
Gillie sighed. Alas, I have been accorded a brief holiday here, but – I must say 'tis very gratifying – am destined for Paris very shortly.
Paris! Well, one quite apprehended that that was quite the accolade – now a new Buonaparte had taken the reins it quite disturbed such order as had been coming about since ’48, caused considerable concern both for France and for wider questions.
Gratifying indeed!
But – there is also – he lowered his voice as they walked up the magnificent staircase to the first floor – a small discreet mission I have been desired to undertake – courier work – can you provide some familial excuse for my absence –
She squeezed his arm. My dear! Silence to the death! She raised her voice a little and remarked that was he returned to England there were certain aged relatives he should call upon.
He made suitable groans of protestation.
What I meant to ask, Mama, is, who are these young women about the place?
La, of course, you have been away so long! – but you must have some recollection of Chloe Ollifaunt, that was a schoolfellow of Bella’s – daughter of Sir Thomas and Lady Ollifaunt, that was Bess Ferraby, that runs so many theatres? I offered to give her a Season or two along with Bella, she has been the most excellent influence. And Sybil Vernall was another of their schoolfellows: Dr Asterley’s ward, her mother was his stepmother, died in Calcutta some years ago. Has the finest command of Bengali as well as the common Hindustani, undertakes secretarial duties for me. Is exceeding useful now your father and I take an interest in these Bengali reformers.
He turned, and clasped both her hands in his. Mama, truly you do not look a day older since I was last in Town! But you have just been traveling and I should let you go recover from that ordeal. Have a few presents from my own travels for you – Baltic amber &C – but that will wait. He stooped to kiss her cheek.
Dearest Gillie – so handsome, so like his father – Viola kissed him and went about her way.
Although she greatly wished to hear more of his adventures – those of them he was at liberty to discourse of – first once she had washed off the dust of the journey and changed into fresh garments, the proper responsible thing would be to go see Sybil to discover were there any urgent matters demanding her attention.
She found Sybil together with Chloe, their heads together over some piece of writing –
They jumped up and made little curtseys, hoping her visits had been agreeable and the journey bearable.
Why, Sybil, is this another tale of yours?
Sybil blushed. Her tale in last year’s Casket album had been much praised, Mr Lowndes had already taken a couple of shorter pieces for The Ladies’ What-Not, and Hannah Roberts had solicited Sybil for another longer tale, that would have elegant illustrations, for this winter’s Casket.
No, cried Chloe, 'tis not Syb, 'tis I become an author, or rather, a critic.
Oh yes: there had been some mention of Chloe inditing theatrical criticism for Steenie’s Helicon.
Sybil grinned and said, Mr Lowndes himself – we fancy young Mr Ferraby Lowndes may be a little biased in his opinions – Chloe blushed – saw Chloe’s pieces in the Helicon and offered that her opinions would be very welcome in The Oracle. So I was just looking over her fair-copies –
Syb being a published author, added Chloe.
Viola smiled benevolently. While the Ollifaunts had been grateful for Chloe to be given some experience of Society and conveyed a little polish, Viola fancied they did not have any particular ambitions towards a grand match. And marrying into the increasingly influential well-thought-of Lowndes press was unlikely to meet with disapproval!
Excellent well! she said. But now I am returned from seeing Bella into safe harbour, and indulging myself a little with Sir Hobday’s fine Persian things, I should to business.
Chloe took up her papers, saying they were just about done, anyway, and hoped that Her Grace had found all well at Attervale?
Viola sat down at the desk, as Sybil took out the diary and various letters and documents. Nothing of any great urgency, she said.
This turned out to be a very just assessment of the state of affairs. That being so, Viola considered that she ought to go make a visit to her sister-in-law Lady Jane Knighton. It was some while since they had been in company together, even though Jane was now out of mourning for the Admiral. And Viola’s joy at the unexpected advent of Gillie had made her think of what it must be like for Jane with Horrie – at sea about the Hydrographic Survey, no-one knew precisely where, letters very intermittent from lack of opportunity to send 'em –
So the following afternoon she took the carriage to that unfashionable but entirely respectable area where Lady Jane had a pleasing set of apartments adjacent to those of Amelia Addington, the Second Siddons. Indeed, there were signs that this part was coming up.
She found Lady Jane seated at her desk, not, as one might have anticipated, about one of the many philanthropies in which she interested herself, but sorting through a box of old papers.
Viola, my dear! Jane rose – forgive me for not shaking hands, mine are a little dusty from this task – and stooped to kiss her sister-in-law’s cheek. I will go ring for tea.
Once they were seated with tea and cinnamon toast between 'em, Jane explained what she was about.
Some old papers of mine from Nitherholme – Essie found 'em when he was there last and brought 'em to me. I had almost forgot about 'em, but here are my late great-uncle’s letters from Mrs Carter, the great blue-stocking –
I am like to think Hannah Roberts would be exceeding interested in those! Has writ some pieces on the French salonnières that were her contemporaries.
That is an excellent thought! Especially now there is this movement for the higher education of women.
Viola was about to allude to Vicky Jupp that she apprehended Jane was convoking with upon the classics, when a draught blew a sheet of paper to the floor. She stooped to pick it up. Could not repress a blush as she handed it to Jane – that setting by the late Grace Billston of Jane’s own translations from Sappho, that Viola had so embarrassed herself singing when she had been a foolish young girl endeavouring to ingratiate herself with the so very eligible Duke of Mulcaster’s sister.
But Jane did not seem to recall the event – looked wistfully at the music, sighed, and said, wondered should she ever hear this sung again? Miss McKeown declares her voice is no longer fit for public performance –
Perchance, thought Viola, one might make enquiries of Meg Knowles – or Dodo Brumpage, the Countess Casimir, sure one could not contrive to pronounce her married name – o, mayhap Zipsie Rondegate? – about one that might undertake a private performance.