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The book begins with the celebration of the 100th anniversary of Judith, and we regret her death, as she was one of the most dominant and memorable characters in this series, starting with the second volume. During the conspiracy, Vanessa’s father dies in tragic circumstances and the love triangle between Vanessa, Ellis and Benji deepens. Two new characters will appear in this book: the younger brothers Sally and Tom. And let’s hope someone post Judith’s memories. As a historical background, we have the Boer War, the Great War and the period between the first and second wars.
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FRAGMENT KSIĄŻKI
Contents
PART I
THE RASCAL
THE HUNDREDTH BIRTHDAY
FOUNTAIN AT THE ROADSIDE
HERRIES DRAWING-ROOM
THE SEASHORE
FALL OF THE HOUSE OF ULDALE
WILD NIGHT IN THE HILLS
INSIDE THE FORTRESS
THE DUCHESS OF WREXE’S BALL
PART II
THE HUSBAND
JUBILEE
THE FLITTING
VIOLET BELLAIRS IS PREVENTED
A JOURNAL AND SOME LETTERS
ELLIS IN PRISON
THE GREAT TIMOTHY SCANDAL
VANESSA IN PRISON
ESCAPE INTO DANGER
PART III
THE LOVER
HAPPINESS IN RAVENGLASS
THE KOPJE
YOUNG TOM IN NEWLANDS
STORM COMING UP
PERFECT LOVE
TIMOTHY BELLAIRS PAYS SOME VISITS
WHITE WITH SWANS
PART IV
THE GHOST
KALEIDOSCOPE
KALEIDOSCOPE
SALLY AND TOM
MEN AT WAR
BELOVED MOUNTAIN
FAMILY DINNER
COUNTRY FAIR
THE EAGLEPART I
THE RASCAL
THE HUNDREDTH BIRTHDAY
At the sight of her son Judith’s eyes and mouth broke into the loveliest smile that any member of the Herries family, there present, had ever seen. It was Judith Paris’ hundredth birthday. The Family was making a Presentation.
Adam bent down and kissed her. Her tiny, trembling hand rested on the velvet collar of his coat, then lay against his cheek. Her triumph was complete; her exceeding happiness overflowed so that, laughing though she was, tears rolled down her cheeks.
Afterwards, at the luncheon downstairs, Adam was to make the speech, but when the time came, the one that he made was very feeble. Everyone (except of course Adam’s wife, Margaret, and Adam’s young daughter, Vanessa) agreed that he was no speaker; the speech of the occasion came, oddly enough, from Amery Herries, of whom no one had expected very much. There were more speeches at the dinner later in the day–Timothy, Barney Newmark, Carey Rockage, Captain Will Herries, all spoke–but it was Amery who was afterwards recalled.
“Damned good speech, d’you remember?’ years later one Herries would say to another. “At old Madame’s Hundredth Birthday party up in Cumberland.... Best speech ever I heard in my life.’
Adam was a failure. He never could say anything in public, even long ago in his Chartist days. More than that, he was thinking of his mother, the old lady upstairs, all the time. And more than that again, he couldn’t sound the right Herries note. He was only quarter Herries anyway, and he simply wasn’t able to think of them in the grand historical light that all the family, expectant round the luncheon table, desired.
But Amery could. He thought of them all (including himself) in precisely the grand manner.
All Adam said was:
“I am sure we are all very happy to be here to-day for my mother’s hundredth birthday. You’ll forgive me, I know, if I don’t say very much. Not very good at expressing my feelings. Yes–well–I know what you’re all feeling. We’re all very proud of my mother and we all ought to be. She’s like the Queen–nothing can beat her. I don’t need to tell you how good she is. Of course I know that better than the rest of you–naturally I would. There’s no one like her anywhere. I ask you all to drink her health.’
And so they did–with the greatest enthusiasm. Nevertheless there was a feeling of disappointment, for he had said nothing about the Family–not a word. It was expected of him. After all, even though he was illegitimate, his father had been of Herries blood. They knew, they had always known, that Adam Paris failed at anything that he tried. What could you expect of a fellow who had once been a Chartist and approved of these Trades Unions, was always on the wrong side, against Disraeli, in favour of tiresome agitators like Mr. Plimsoll? (They disliked any and every agitator. They disapproved of agitation.)
But Amery made everything right again with his speech. He didn’t look his sixty-five years, so spare of figure and straight in the back; he had not run to seed like poor Garth, who led, it was feared, a most improvident and dissolute life. Amery’s speech was short but entirely to the point:
“Only a word. I won’t take more than a minute. But I do want to say that my friend Adam is quite right–this is a great occasion for all of us! There is not, I venture to say, another family in England with so remarkable a lady at the head of it as Madame whom we are gathered together to honour. It is not only that she has reached her hundredth year–although that is an achievement in itself–but that she has reached it with such vigour, such health, such courage! It is interesting to remember that nearly a hundred and fifty years ago her father, as a young man, rode pack-horse into this district, a stranger and almost you might say homeless. There were, I suppose, members of our family scattered about England at that time, but no one, I fear, had ever heard of any of them. Now, sitting round this table to-day we have one of England’s most famous novelists–spare your blushes, Barney Newmark–the widow of one of England’s most prominent financiers–I bow to you, Lady Herries–whose son is following worthily in his father’s footsteps–I drink to the City, Ellis–the son of one of England’s leading Divines, the gallant Captain here–one of the most active members, I’m told, of the House of Peers–never been there myself, but that’s what they tell me, Carey, my son–and one of the loveliest women in the whole of England, Mrs. Robert Forster–I bow towards you, Veronica!
“I promised that I would be short, so I will not point out to you how unusual a family ours is. You know it already (loud and happily complacent laughter). We are a remarkable family. Why should we not say so? We have done, we are doing something for England. England, glorious England, Mistress of the World as she deserves to be.’ (He was going on to say something about foreigners but remembered just in time that Madame’s husband had been a Frenchman and that Adam had married a German.) “So here’s to Madame and here’s to England and here’s to the Herries family! May they all three live, prosper, and help the world along the way that it should go!’
What cheers, what enthusiasm, what excitement! He had said exactly what they were all longing for someone to say–the one thing needed to make the day a perfect success!
Judith’s granddaughter, Adam’s daughter, little Vanessa Paris, aged fifteen, sat between her mother and father and was so happily excited that she found it difficult to keep still. Some of the ladies thought that it was not quite correct that she should be there. In 1874 the golden rule was that children should be seen (at intervals) and never heard. She was Madame’s granddaughter and it was proper that she should have been present at the moving ceremony when the presentation was made to the old lady, but the right thing then was for her mother to send her back to Cat Bells where she lived. Nevertheless Lady Herries agreed with Emily Newmark that the child was tall for her age, was certainly pretty in her blue dress, and behaved with decorum. “It’s only to be hoped,’ Lady Herries said with foreboding, “that indulgence like this won’t spoil her. But what can you expect? Her mother’s a German. Adam Paris can have no idea of how to bring up a child. I never allowed,’ Lady Herries added, “Ellis any liberties, and no mother could wish for a more perfect son.’
Vanessa, of course, neither knew nor cared what anyone was saying. She trusted the whole world and everything and everyone in it. She loved everybody and especially her mother, her father, her grandmother, Aunt Jane Bellairs, Benjamin, Will Leathwaite (how she wished that he was here and could see all that was going on! She was storing everything up to tell him when she was home again).
From where she sat she could watch everything that Benjamin did and said. For the rest she was sharply observant. She noticed the large and very hideous yellow brooch that Lady Herries wore on her meagre bosom, the beautiful colour of Aunt Elizabeth’s hair (many of the ladies were her aunts, although not strictly so in chronology), the way that fat Garth Herries swallowed his wine and smacked his lips at intervals, the funny way that Aunt Jane (who had just come down from upstairs and reported that Madame was doing splendidly–not the least tired by all the fuss) made little pellets of her bread, Aunt Amabel’s suspicious manner of eating as though she suspected poison in every mouthful, and the shy frightened air of Ellis. (She supposed that that was because his mother was watching him!)
Of them all there were two who especially interested her. One was Benjamin, whom she loved with all her heart, and the other was a lady whose name she did not know, whom she had never seen before, who appeared to her the perfection of grace and beauty.
First Benjamin, whom she knew so well that he was like part of herself. She had loved him from the first moment of seeing him when, himself between six and seven, and she somewhere about two, he had made her first sticky and afterward sick with toffee that he had made against orders at the kitchen fire. Her first memory of him was connected with disobedience; so she had known him ever after, always against the law, always doing things of which she shouldn’t approve, but she kept sacred to the death every secret confided to her. She would never betray him; she would always love him for ever and ever. It was as simple as that. She knew with that intuitive quickness given to children that her mother did not approve of him. She knew more–that no one approved of him. He lived up at the Fortress with his mother, the lovely Elizabeth, and his grandfather, old broken-down Sir Walter, and it was supposed that Benjamin looked after the estate. In a way, as Vanessa knew, he did. In his own way. He would work like a saint and a hero for a week, really work and with good solid common sense. Then he would have a mad spell, disappear for days to the sorrow and grief of his mama. He told Vanessa that he simply couldn’t help it. “Must breathe fresh air,’ he said. He never told anyone where he went. He was already, as Vanessa knew, “suspect’ by the Family. He had been a failure at Rugby: there were stories of scandalous doings in Town. “He’s going to be no good.’ “The makings of a fine Rascal,’ and, as always with the Herries family when speaking of someone of whom they disapproved, their voices took on a sort of ceremonial ring, a kind of chanting sound. “But what can you expect? His grandfather shot himself, and his uncle murdered his father. What an inheritance! And look at his other grandfather!–up at the Fortress–what a life he’s led! Nothing better now than an idiot!’
No, poor Benjie has no chance at all, they decide with satisfaction. Nevertheless they could not help but like him–when they were with him. Of course it was different when their backs were turned. But in his company it was difficult not to smile. He was so merry, so gay, always laughing. So generous too. “No one’s enemy but his own,’ Barney Newmark, who liked him greatly, said–and poor old Garth Herries, who had been no one’s enemy but his own to such an extent that he was a complete wreck and ruin, sighed sadly in reply.
Vanessa was aware of much of this, although no one had ever told her. She was always hot in Benjie’s defence, no matter what the charge might be. When someone accused him it was as though she herself were accused; she was conscious at such times of a strange pain in her heart–a feeling of tenderness, sympathy and apprehension. Now, as she looked across the table at him, she knew that he had no need of her sympathy. He was at his very gayest. He was not large–he would be rather a small man–but his shoulders were broad, his head round, bullet-shaped, his colour red and brown like a healthy pippin, his nose snub, his blue eyes bright and sparkling. If all the Herries were like horses, as someone had said, then Benjie was like a racy little pony, ready for anything and especially mischief. “He’s wild and, I’m sure, wicked. In fact I know he’s wicked,’ Lady Herries said. “And Ellis doesn’t like him at all. But what can you expect with such a family history?’ Then dropping her voice and looking into Emily Newmark’s eyes with that intimate confidence felt by one upright woman for another: “Women! Of course–I hear that already....’
Nevertheless he was happy, he loved his beautiful mother, he feared no man, he was generous, almost everything–even the tiniest things–gave him pleasure. What if he did find women enchanting, forgot to pay his debts, possessed no sense of class at all so that a tramp was exactly the same to him as a Herries, found it difficult to work at a thing for more than a week at a time, took no thought for the morrow, saw a joke in everything?–there he was, enjoying life to the uttermost, which was more than could be said for some of the other Herries seated round the table.
As to the very beautiful lady whom Vanessa so greatly admired, her name was Rose Ormerod.
After the luncheon Vanessa flung her arms round her father and kissed him.
“Happy, my darling?’
“Oh yes. Oh yes, I’ve never been so happy–’
“That’s right. I didn’t make much of a speech, did I, my pet?’
“Oh yes, Papa! It was much better than the other one because you were thinking of Grandmama.’
“Thank you, darling. So I was. But I’m not good at speeches. That’s a fact.’
She laid her cheek against his. Then, remembering, straightened up.
“Papa, may I go for a walk with Benjie? He’s asked me to.’
Adam hesitated. Then, taking her small white hand between his, he said:
“All right.’
He could trust her with Benjamin. And yet–
She clapped her hands and ran off, crying: “Yes, Benjie, I can. Papa says I can.’ She ran into Ellis Herries and looked up laughing. “I beg your pardon.’ She put her hand for a moment on his sleeve.
His thin anxious face looked down at her.
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PART I
THE RASCAL
THE HUNDREDTH BIRTHDAY
FOUNTAIN AT THE ROADSIDE
HERRIES DRAWING-ROOM
THE SEASHORE
FALL OF THE HOUSE OF ULDALE
WILD NIGHT IN THE HILLS
INSIDE THE FORTRESS
THE DUCHESS OF WREXE’S BALL
PART II
THE HUSBAND
JUBILEE
THE FLITTING
VIOLET BELLAIRS IS PREVENTED
A JOURNAL AND SOME LETTERS
ELLIS IN PRISON
THE GREAT TIMOTHY SCANDAL
VANESSA IN PRISON
ESCAPE INTO DANGER
PART III
THE LOVER
HAPPINESS IN RAVENGLASS
THE KOPJE
YOUNG TOM IN NEWLANDS
STORM COMING UP
PERFECT LOVE
TIMOTHY BELLAIRS PAYS SOME VISITS
WHITE WITH SWANS
PART IV
THE GHOST
KALEIDOSCOPE
KALEIDOSCOPE
SALLY AND TOM
MEN AT WAR
BELOVED MOUNTAIN
FAMILY DINNER
COUNTRY FAIR
THE EAGLEPART I
THE RASCAL
THE HUNDREDTH BIRTHDAY
At the sight of her son Judith’s eyes and mouth broke into the loveliest smile that any member of the Herries family, there present, had ever seen. It was Judith Paris’ hundredth birthday. The Family was making a Presentation.
Adam bent down and kissed her. Her tiny, trembling hand rested on the velvet collar of his coat, then lay against his cheek. Her triumph was complete; her exceeding happiness overflowed so that, laughing though she was, tears rolled down her cheeks.
Afterwards, at the luncheon downstairs, Adam was to make the speech, but when the time came, the one that he made was very feeble. Everyone (except of course Adam’s wife, Margaret, and Adam’s young daughter, Vanessa) agreed that he was no speaker; the speech of the occasion came, oddly enough, from Amery Herries, of whom no one had expected very much. There were more speeches at the dinner later in the day–Timothy, Barney Newmark, Carey Rockage, Captain Will Herries, all spoke–but it was Amery who was afterwards recalled.
“Damned good speech, d’you remember?’ years later one Herries would say to another. “At old Madame’s Hundredth Birthday party up in Cumberland.... Best speech ever I heard in my life.’
Adam was a failure. He never could say anything in public, even long ago in his Chartist days. More than that, he was thinking of his mother, the old lady upstairs, all the time. And more than that again, he couldn’t sound the right Herries note. He was only quarter Herries anyway, and he simply wasn’t able to think of them in the grand historical light that all the family, expectant round the luncheon table, desired.
But Amery could. He thought of them all (including himself) in precisely the grand manner.
All Adam said was:
“I am sure we are all very happy to be here to-day for my mother’s hundredth birthday. You’ll forgive me, I know, if I don’t say very much. Not very good at expressing my feelings. Yes–well–I know what you’re all feeling. We’re all very proud of my mother and we all ought to be. She’s like the Queen–nothing can beat her. I don’t need to tell you how good she is. Of course I know that better than the rest of you–naturally I would. There’s no one like her anywhere. I ask you all to drink her health.’
And so they did–with the greatest enthusiasm. Nevertheless there was a feeling of disappointment, for he had said nothing about the Family–not a word. It was expected of him. After all, even though he was illegitimate, his father had been of Herries blood. They knew, they had always known, that Adam Paris failed at anything that he tried. What could you expect of a fellow who had once been a Chartist and approved of these Trades Unions, was always on the wrong side, against Disraeli, in favour of tiresome agitators like Mr. Plimsoll? (They disliked any and every agitator. They disapproved of agitation.)
But Amery made everything right again with his speech. He didn’t look his sixty-five years, so spare of figure and straight in the back; he had not run to seed like poor Garth, who led, it was feared, a most improvident and dissolute life. Amery’s speech was short but entirely to the point:
“Only a word. I won’t take more than a minute. But I do want to say that my friend Adam is quite right–this is a great occasion for all of us! There is not, I venture to say, another family in England with so remarkable a lady at the head of it as Madame whom we are gathered together to honour. It is not only that she has reached her hundredth year–although that is an achievement in itself–but that she has reached it with such vigour, such health, such courage! It is interesting to remember that nearly a hundred and fifty years ago her father, as a young man, rode pack-horse into this district, a stranger and almost you might say homeless. There were, I suppose, members of our family scattered about England at that time, but no one, I fear, had ever heard of any of them. Now, sitting round this table to-day we have one of England’s most famous novelists–spare your blushes, Barney Newmark–the widow of one of England’s most prominent financiers–I bow to you, Lady Herries–whose son is following worthily in his father’s footsteps–I drink to the City, Ellis–the son of one of England’s leading Divines, the gallant Captain here–one of the most active members, I’m told, of the House of Peers–never been there myself, but that’s what they tell me, Carey, my son–and one of the loveliest women in the whole of England, Mrs. Robert Forster–I bow towards you, Veronica!
“I promised that I would be short, so I will not point out to you how unusual a family ours is. You know it already (loud and happily complacent laughter). We are a remarkable family. Why should we not say so? We have done, we are doing something for England. England, glorious England, Mistress of the World as she deserves to be.’ (He was going on to say something about foreigners but remembered just in time that Madame’s husband had been a Frenchman and that Adam had married a German.) “So here’s to Madame and here’s to England and here’s to the Herries family! May they all three live, prosper, and help the world along the way that it should go!’
What cheers, what enthusiasm, what excitement! He had said exactly what they were all longing for someone to say–the one thing needed to make the day a perfect success!
Judith’s granddaughter, Adam’s daughter, little Vanessa Paris, aged fifteen, sat between her mother and father and was so happily excited that she found it difficult to keep still. Some of the ladies thought that it was not quite correct that she should be there. In 1874 the golden rule was that children should be seen (at intervals) and never heard. She was Madame’s granddaughter and it was proper that she should have been present at the moving ceremony when the presentation was made to the old lady, but the right thing then was for her mother to send her back to Cat Bells where she lived. Nevertheless Lady Herries agreed with Emily Newmark that the child was tall for her age, was certainly pretty in her blue dress, and behaved with decorum. “It’s only to be hoped,’ Lady Herries said with foreboding, “that indulgence like this won’t spoil her. But what can you expect? Her mother’s a German. Adam Paris can have no idea of how to bring up a child. I never allowed,’ Lady Herries added, “Ellis any liberties, and no mother could wish for a more perfect son.’
Vanessa, of course, neither knew nor cared what anyone was saying. She trusted the whole world and everything and everyone in it. She loved everybody and especially her mother, her father, her grandmother, Aunt Jane Bellairs, Benjamin, Will Leathwaite (how she wished that he was here and could see all that was going on! She was storing everything up to tell him when she was home again).
From where she sat she could watch everything that Benjamin did and said. For the rest she was sharply observant. She noticed the large and very hideous yellow brooch that Lady Herries wore on her meagre bosom, the beautiful colour of Aunt Elizabeth’s hair (many of the ladies were her aunts, although not strictly so in chronology), the way that fat Garth Herries swallowed his wine and smacked his lips at intervals, the funny way that Aunt Jane (who had just come down from upstairs and reported that Madame was doing splendidly–not the least tired by all the fuss) made little pellets of her bread, Aunt Amabel’s suspicious manner of eating as though she suspected poison in every mouthful, and the shy frightened air of Ellis. (She supposed that that was because his mother was watching him!)
Of them all there were two who especially interested her. One was Benjamin, whom she loved with all her heart, and the other was a lady whose name she did not know, whom she had never seen before, who appeared to her the perfection of grace and beauty.
First Benjamin, whom she knew so well that he was like part of herself. She had loved him from the first moment of seeing him when, himself between six and seven, and she somewhere about two, he had made her first sticky and afterward sick with toffee that he had made against orders at the kitchen fire. Her first memory of him was connected with disobedience; so she had known him ever after, always against the law, always doing things of which she shouldn’t approve, but she kept sacred to the death every secret confided to her. She would never betray him; she would always love him for ever and ever. It was as simple as that. She knew with that intuitive quickness given to children that her mother did not approve of him. She knew more–that no one approved of him. He lived up at the Fortress with his mother, the lovely Elizabeth, and his grandfather, old broken-down Sir Walter, and it was supposed that Benjamin looked after the estate. In a way, as Vanessa knew, he did. In his own way. He would work like a saint and a hero for a week, really work and with good solid common sense. Then he would have a mad spell, disappear for days to the sorrow and grief of his mama. He told Vanessa that he simply couldn’t help it. “Must breathe fresh air,’ he said. He never told anyone where he went. He was already, as Vanessa knew, “suspect’ by the Family. He had been a failure at Rugby: there were stories of scandalous doings in Town. “He’s going to be no good.’ “The makings of a fine Rascal,’ and, as always with the Herries family when speaking of someone of whom they disapproved, their voices took on a sort of ceremonial ring, a kind of chanting sound. “But what can you expect? His grandfather shot himself, and his uncle murdered his father. What an inheritance! And look at his other grandfather!–up at the Fortress–what a life he’s led! Nothing better now than an idiot!’
No, poor Benjie has no chance at all, they decide with satisfaction. Nevertheless they could not help but like him–when they were with him. Of course it was different when their backs were turned. But in his company it was difficult not to smile. He was so merry, so gay, always laughing. So generous too. “No one’s enemy but his own,’ Barney Newmark, who liked him greatly, said–and poor old Garth Herries, who had been no one’s enemy but his own to such an extent that he was a complete wreck and ruin, sighed sadly in reply.
Vanessa was aware of much of this, although no one had ever told her. She was always hot in Benjie’s defence, no matter what the charge might be. When someone accused him it was as though she herself were accused; she was conscious at such times of a strange pain in her heart–a feeling of tenderness, sympathy and apprehension. Now, as she looked across the table at him, she knew that he had no need of her sympathy. He was at his very gayest. He was not large–he would be rather a small man–but his shoulders were broad, his head round, bullet-shaped, his colour red and brown like a healthy pippin, his nose snub, his blue eyes bright and sparkling. If all the Herries were like horses, as someone had said, then Benjie was like a racy little pony, ready for anything and especially mischief. “He’s wild and, I’m sure, wicked. In fact I know he’s wicked,’ Lady Herries said. “And Ellis doesn’t like him at all. But what can you expect with such a family history?’ Then dropping her voice and looking into Emily Newmark’s eyes with that intimate confidence felt by one upright woman for another: “Women! Of course–I hear that already....’
Nevertheless he was happy, he loved his beautiful mother, he feared no man, he was generous, almost everything–even the tiniest things–gave him pleasure. What if he did find women enchanting, forgot to pay his debts, possessed no sense of class at all so that a tramp was exactly the same to him as a Herries, found it difficult to work at a thing for more than a week at a time, took no thought for the morrow, saw a joke in everything?–there he was, enjoying life to the uttermost, which was more than could be said for some of the other Herries seated round the table.
As to the very beautiful lady whom Vanessa so greatly admired, her name was Rose Ormerod.
After the luncheon Vanessa flung her arms round her father and kissed him.
“Happy, my darling?’
“Oh yes. Oh yes, I’ve never been so happy–’
“That’s right. I didn’t make much of a speech, did I, my pet?’
“Oh yes, Papa! It was much better than the other one because you were thinking of Grandmama.’
“Thank you, darling. So I was. But I’m not good at speeches. That’s a fact.’
She laid her cheek against his. Then, remembering, straightened up.
“Papa, may I go for a walk with Benjie? He’s asked me to.’
Adam hesitated. Then, taking her small white hand between his, he said:
“All right.’
He could trust her with Benjamin. And yet–
She clapped her hands and ran off, crying: “Yes, Benjie, I can. Papa says I can.’ She ran into Ellis Herries and looked up laughing. “I beg your pardon.’ She put her hand for a moment on his sleeve.
His thin anxious face looked down at her.
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