Authors: Paula Marshall
âThey are not aware back home of what lies ahead of us,' he had said. âThey don't understand that the USA is Rome and that we are turning into Athens. The future is here. If I had come to the States twenty years ago, instead of England, this is where I should have been most at home. They are not civilised yet, and neither am I.'
Jack had laughed at this, looking at his elegant brother, the very picture of an English aristocratâbut the picture lied.
âAnd I?' he'd asked, for he intended to settle in the States. âAm I civilised?'
âMore than I am,' Alan had said judiciously, âbut I have no doubt that you can make a good life here. Always provided, of course, that you choose the right wife. Avoid the little Sophie, Jack. She is for bedding, not wedding, and I would not even trust her in bedâunless she were tied down. Now the supposedly plain cousinâshe is a different thing altogether. Sophie's looks won't last and once goneâ¦' He'd shrugged. âYou are old enough to use your common sense.'
âYou married a beauty, though,' Jack had said, remembering the radiant Eleanor who had visited Sydney with Alan twenty years ago.
âBut cleverâ' Alan had smiled ââthe best of her family. I hope that it was not only for her looks that I married her.'
He'd embraced his brother fiercely. âLittle brother, you are a good man, better than I am, and deserve well of life, but I warn you, beware of Sophie. I don't like the way in which she looks at you and Marietta when you are together.'
Jack had watched him go. He loved Alan and his brother Thomas. He thought how sad it was that their passion for living had spread them across the globe so that they rarely met.
Well, he would be wary of Sophie, but he was sure that Alan was being a little too suspicious of her.
Much later he was to remember what his brother had said, and to acknowledge that that master of deviousness had recognised another's possession of it, and that he would have done well to take more heed of his warning.
While he walked with Marietta beside the Potomac River, Sophie and Alan's harsh judgement of her were far from his mind. They stopped to admire the Falls and the beautiful scenery surrounding them.
âTruly are they called the Great American,' he said. âFor once the name is not a polite fiction.'
âOh, everything is larger than life with us,' Marietta said, smiling. She was wearing a pale green cot
ton dress and a large straw hat and her hair was soft about her face because she knew that Jack liked it that way. âEuropean visitors often complain that we are great boastersâbut once they see what we are supposedly boasting of and how truly magnificent it isâ¦' and she left the sentence unfinished.
Jack did not argue with her: for one thing he was busy admiring the charm of her animated face.
âEverything is magnificent in America,' he said. âThe view I have at the moment is particularly fine.' And, knowing that they were out of sight of Aunt Percival, he leaned forward and, looking deep into Marietta's beautiful eyes, he kissed her on the lips, oh, so gently.
âYou will forgive me, I am sure,' he murmured, âbut the temptation was too great for me.'
He was not lying, and kissing her had only made the temptation worse, particularly since she was looking at him with such great astonished eyes. Could it really be that no man had ever done such a thing before? Was it possible that she had never been kissed? And, if so, how could all the men she had met have been so blind to her beautiful body and fundamental charm? True, her beauty was not so obvious as Sophie's was, but it was there all the same.
Still silent, Marietta put her hand to her lips as though to seal his kiss there. So entranced was she, so wonder-struck, that Jack was tempted all over againâand fell. This time he took her in his arms and the kiss he gave her was deeper, more passionate and, more to the point, she returned it, opening her
lips a little and putting her arms around his neck. She was already learning the wordless grammar of love.
Jack said hoarsely, taking his mouth from hers and stroking her soft cheek insteadâsomething which, strangely, excited Marietta nearly as much as his kisses on the lips had doneâ âI shouldn't be doing this.'
Marietta, to her infinite shock, heard herself saying, âThere's no one about to inform on us.'
To which he replied, before kissing her again, âI know, and Aunt Percival can't see us, either.'
âYes,' she returned, kissing him back with increased ardour, âbut that doesn't make it right.'
âTrue, but I have the oddest feeling that, right or not, you might be enjoying yourselfâI know I am.'
Marietta gave a little gasping laugh. She was, as Jack had correctly guessed, unkissed, a maiden lady of mature years to whom no one had ever offered anything but polite and distant admiration, and that was only of her mind, never of her body. She could not imagine doingâ¦thisâ¦with anyone but Jack, and to her growing astonishment she didn't want him to stop. On the contrary, she wanted him to go onâfor if she felt so overwhelmed by the outworks of love, what would arriving at its inner citadel be like? The mere idea made her feel faint.
So much so that it frightened her and she pulled away from him.
âOh, Jack, we really shouldn'tâand in the open, too.'
He almost forgot himself by telling her Oh, love
in the open is always the best, but retained just enough self-restraint to say instead, âWe really should, you know, but this is neither the time nor the place for us to forget ourselves inâ¦' He couldn't think of a polite word so came out with âdalliance.' Where in the world had he ever heard
that
?
Marietta thought it amusing, too, for she had put on a prim face to replace the eager soft one which gentle lovemaking had created for her, and murmured sweetly, âDalliance? Jack? Is that what we were doingâand is that what they call it in New South Wales?'
âIt's in some of the old novels,' he said, withâalthough he did not know itâhis father's most knowing smile, the one with which he had won Jack's mother. âI believe I came across it in one. We are a little earthier, I fear, in Sydney.'
âNo doubt.'
They were apart now who had recently been so close. The afternoon, Marietta thought, had lost some of its brightness now that they were separate again.
Did he do this often, and to all the women he met? It was obvious to her that he was as experienced as she was inexperienced. Was she being especially favoured by him, or was she merely one in a procession? When he went to New York, would he promptly forget her and go on to captivate another woman? More to the point, why had he chosen her and not Sophie? Surely she was a more obvious target than Marietta.
He took her hand while they walked slowly back
to Aunt Percival, who opened her eyes when she saw them and said, âOh, you have returned sooner than I expected. I hope that Jack was suitably impressed.'
âOh, indeed, Miss Percival,' he told her naughtily, giving her another of his father's smiles. âI was most impressed by everything I saw, as I am sure that Marietta will confirm.'
If Aunt Percival noticed the becoming blush which overwhelmed Marietta when she seconded Jack's remark, she said nothing of that. She did, however, hope that Mr Dilhorne might have spent his time with her more usefully than in simply staring at the Falls, grand though they were.
Instead, she confined herself to joining in the preparations for their picnic on the grass. They spread a rug at the point where they had the best view of the Falls and where Washington and the war could be forgotten. There they unpacked the hamper which Jack had brought with him. She and Marietta exclaimed over its contents. It was crammed to the brim with ham and beef sandwiches, cheese, rolls and butter, cake, cookies and fruit.
âNo muffins,' he told them, laughing, âtoo dangerous.'
Yet another hamper contained china, glasses, silverware, damask napkins and a bottle of wine. There was even a damask tablecloth, and a small spray of flowers in a tiny holder to act as a centrepiece. He opened the wine with a flourish and passed the glasses around as though he was entertaining them
in one of the finest dining-rooms in either London or Washington.
Marietta was amused and impressed by such cool sophistication. Jack had the habit of transforming all he touched, she thought. Wherever he went he cast a glamour on life, whether he was organising a tea party, a picnic, or even a simple walkâeverything was transcended, made interesting.
She told him so.
âOh, it was the Patriarch, our father, who taught us that life is what you make it,' Jack said, eating his picnic meal with polite gusto. âPenny-plain or tuppence-coloured, he told us, work for itâand then enjoy it. We must not be mean with ourselves; food and drink were meant to be enjoyed and they are the lubricants of life.'
Marietta was struck by the way in which Alan and Jack spoke of their dead father. When she looked at Jack, lazily stretched out on the grass, toasting the Falls, charming herself and Aunt Percival as effortlessly as he charmed all those he met, she wondered what his father could have been like, seeing that both Jack and Alan regarded themselves as being inferior to him.
Aunt Percival watched Marietta, not Jack. She was being responsive for the first time to a man and was offering herself freely to him with few reservations. She laughed with and at him, teased him, and, forgetting her supposed plainness, she became less plain.
Indeed, while the pair of them talked and joked
together, admired the view and, lunch over, strolled by the river, she thought what a splendid pair they made. Beside Jack, Marietta was not too tall and his relaxed manner eased her. They had left Aunt Percival behindâat her tactful urgingâto drowse in the early afternoon sun.
She saw them reach the bend in the path running to the Falls, saw Jack turn to Marietta, bend his head, take her hand and kiss it. They were too far away for her to hear, or guess, what they were saying, but his manner was unmistakable. Admiration and affection were plain in itâbut was love there, too?
Oh, please God, thought Aunt Percival, seeing Marietta spark back at him, her manner also unmistakable, let him be serious. He is what she needs. She has so much to offer to any man who has the wit to see her as she truly is. She is worth twenty Sophies. Let it be more than friendship with him. He is too good for Sophie, even if he is not nearly good enough for Marietta! For Aunt Percival, no one was good enough for Marietta, but from what she had seen of Jack, she thought that, failing perfection, he might do.
She was not wrong to hope. Jack had originally been intrigued by Sophie's prettiness and her facile charm, but Marietta's good intellect and her strong sense of fun had gradually caused him to transfer his attentions from one cousin to the other. The more he saw of Marietta, the more his mere admiration had turned into love.
She carried her wit and learning with such ease,
and she was so good to talk to. More than that, she also knew when to be quiet. She had allowed him to admire the Falls without overmuch chatter about delightful views, sublime scenes, poetic tropes and statements along the lines of Would that I had brought my crayons with me to fix the scene.
In short, it was like being with another man, with the advantage that she was very much a woman! When he had kissed her so suddenly she had not slapped daintily at him, or made a comic moue, or said something stupidly flirtatious and meaningless, but had accepted and returned his kisses without showing false shame or being brazen.
No, she was no longer plain Miss Hope, pretty Sophie's homely cousin: it was Marietta whom he thought of when he was not with her, and, when he saw or heard of something interesting, it was she whom he wished was with him so that he might share it with her.
It was Marietta who kept him from Bella Dahlgren's house, or from adventures with the pleasure-seeking ladies who made their desire for him plain, and with whom he might, at other times, have occupied himself.
I am becoming a monk, he thought with a grin, and I can imagine the Patriarch's knowing look if he knew of my unlikely goings-on. Would he be surprised at my equally unlikely choice of someone to love? I think not, for he must have known that when the one true woman comes along she often comes unannouncedâas he said Mother did.
So thinking, he tightened the hand which held Marietta's, for since they were in Aunt Percival's line of sight they needed to be discreet. He felt her hand responding to his since that was all that was allowed to them. Did she feel the same for him? Of course she did, because her sense of honour would not have allowed her to return his kisses unless she truly cared for him. Mere mindless flirtation was not a game Marietta would ever playâor had played.
Like Aunt Percival, Jack was right. From the moment she had walked into the parlour to find him waiting for Sophie, Marietta had known where her heart layâand it was at Jack's feet. He had only to enter a room for its whole atmosphere to change for her. Alan, who shared many traits with him, frightened her a little because he was so formidable, but Jack scored heavily because he was so approachable, so determinedly human.
I could not love Alan, only admire and fear him, but Jackâ¦and then self-analysis stopped because in the end her body, as well as her mind, was informing her of its needs, and this was a new thing for the cool Miss Hope.
It was her hand now which tightened its grip on Jack's. Her face which shone up at his and told him what he needed to know: that what he felt for her was reciprocated.
Aunt Percival, watching them come towards her, knew that, at last, her beloved charge had found someone to love and treasure her as she deserved.
âU
niforms! So many uniforms. There will shortly be no civilians left in Washington.'
âCome, Sophie,' said Marietta, âthat is surely an exaggeration. Even here, in the Van Horns' ballroom, there are still many men not in uniform.'
âBut they're all so old,' moaned Sophie. âThere won't be any young men left when the Army marches out.'
âUnfortunately,' Aunt Percival said, âit's the young men who fight the wars, and the old men who stay behind to organise matters.'
âWell, at least Jack won't be whisked away in uniform,' replied Sophie, looking about her. âHe said that he would be here tonight: Senator Van Horn had invited him, but I haven't seen him yet.'
âNot surprising,' said Marietta. âI've never seen such a crowdâeven at the Van Horns'.' The Senator and his wife were famous for the size and magnificence of their entertaining, but this surely beat ev
erything. It simply bore out what her father had said earlier: that when the war began there would be more, not less, entertaining and excitement.
The small orchestra in the corner began to play a waltz and Sophie was soon whirled on to the floor by a succession of handsome young army officers. Marietta, as usual, sat herself down and prepared to be an interested spectator, not a participant in the gaiety.
She was not to remain a spectator for long. Avory Grant was crossing the floor to her. He was wearing the blue uniform of an officer in the Union Army, and he was smiling at her when he reached her.
âWill you do me the honour of dancing this waltz with me, Marietta? For old times' sake?'
She rose and offered him her hand, saying, âSince you put it so prettily, then certainly, sir.'
He laughed at that, transforming his face so that he looked young again. âI see that in my absence you have learned to flirt. You were a solemn young lady when last we met. What man has brought about this transformation?âone which I was unable to accomplish.'
Marietta blushed. It was Jack, of course, but she could hardly say so.
âOh, one changes as one grows older.'
âTrue,' he said, twirling her round the floor, âbut you have changed very much for the betterâwhich, you must confess, is rare.'
âNow
you
are flirting with
me
, Avory. We have
both changed for the better, I think, since the old daysâif you will allow me to say so.'
His face changed. His smile disappeared. He looked grave. âMarietta,' he said, âthere is something which I ought to tell you. I would prefer you to hear it from me rather than from some gossiping old crow.'
He spun her off the floor and into a double doorway which led to a corridor before he stopped, to look seriously at her.
âHas no one informed you of how my wife died?'
Marietta was for once at a loss. âNo, Avory. Only that she had. Why?'
âI thought that you might have heard,' he said. âI forgot how long I have been living away from Washington, lost to the world I once knew. I have rarely corresponded with anyone. The occasion of her death was not a pretty one, and I must be the one to tell you of it.'
âOh, I am so sorry, Avory. Do not speak of it if it distresses you.'
âNo need to apologise, or be sorry. She died when the carriage in which she was eloping with her lover turned over. He was so crippled that he could not walk again: she was killed instantly. Sin is rarely punished so rapidly.'
His voice when he said this was unemotional, as though he were speaking of someone else's tragedy. âFortunately she did not take our daughter, Susanna, with her. My only grief in joining the Union Army is that I have had to leave her behind.'
Marietta had been imagining him happily married while she vegetated in spinsterhood. She wondered what their lives would have been like if she had married him.
âI thought it best not to tell you on a ballroom floor, but I had to forestall others who might gossip unkindly to you,' he added. âWhat's past is past and regret is a useless emotion.'
He held out his hand to her. âLet us hope that the music has not stopped but, if it has, then I claim the next dance with you.'
The music had not stopped, and he swung her around as though their waltz had not been interrupted. Marietta thought that his story explained the change in his manner and appearance. He had been a light-hearted cheerful boy when she had known him. Now he was a serious man.
They ended their dance near to where Aunt Percival sat. She had been joined by Jack, who was obviously entertaining her since she was laughingâsomething which she did not often do.
Jack rose and offered Marietta his chair. His manner to her was faintly proprietorial in order to let this handsome young officer know of his interest in her.
If Avory noticed it, he made no sign. Marietta said easily, âAvory, I must present you to a new friend whom you just missed meeting at the Bazaar. May I introduce to you Mr Jack Dilhorne, who hails from New South Wales and is by way of being an expert in naval architecture? Mr Avory Grant,' she explained to Jack who was busy, like Avory, in follow
ing society's prescribed rules for a first meeting, âis an old friend of my youth who moved to the Carolinas on marriage.'
âNot so much old, perhapsâ¦' Avory smiled ââ¦as no longer young. Only in Washington, I suppose, could one meet someone from the Antipodes at one's first social engagement.'
âOh, all the world makes for the States these days,' Jack said, wondering exactly what Marietta meant by âold friend' in this context. âYou mentioned the Carolinas: a friend of mine from England is thinking of travelling there. He is interested in naval architecture, too. We heard today that their experimental iron-clad, the
Merrimac
, which was scuttled when the Norfolk Navy yard was attacked, has been raised from the sea bottom and is going to be rebuilt.'
âTrue,' said Avory, âbut although I have lived in the South for the last ten years, my family home is near Washington and my heart is with the Union. My aunt has come back with me and will be settling at Grantstown with my little daughter for the duration of the war. I have left a factor behind to manage my Carolina estate.'
âYou must visit us before you leave for the war,' Marietta told him. âMy father will be pleased to see you again.'
âAnd we must meet at Willard's to celebrate another new friendship for me,' Jack said. He wanted to know more about the handsome stranger who was looking at Marietta so admiringly.
âIndeed,' replied Avory, âalthough I fear that my
stay in Washington may not be long.' He bowed to them again. âYou will excuse me, I trust; there are a number of my old friends present tonight and this may be the last occasion when I shall have the chance to meet them.'
âHe is greatly improved,' said Aunt Percival thoughtfully, after Avory had left them. âHe was, I remember, a callow young man, whose only notion was pleasure.'
âYes,' said Marietta, âbut tragedy has touched him.' How to put it tactfully? âHis wife died eighteen months ago, and I gather that the marriage was not a success.'
A widower, thought Jack: intuition told him that Avory Grant and Marietta had once been close.
Sophie's return brought this line of conversation to an end. She had been giggling in the corner with some old friends of her own age, but had rushed back to be with dull Marietta and even duller Aunt Percival when she saw that not only were they entertaining Jack, but also another handsome man in uniform.
âWas that Avory Grant with you?' she exclaimed eagerly, rudely interrupting Aunt Percival who had begun to answer Marietta, for once ignoring Jack who had risen again on her arrival.
âReally, Sophie,' said Aunt Percival, âyou are old enough to remember your manners. You are no longer a child. Pray do your duty to your cousin Marietta and Mr Dilhorne.'
âOh, pooh to that,' said Sophie scornfully. âThey
can see perfectly well that I am hereâand you haven't answered my question.'
âYes, it was Mr Grant,' said Marietta mildly, anxious to avoid yet another scene, and a public one, at that, with Sophie.
âHe looks divine in his blue uniform,' breathed Sophie, rapt. âYou might have kept him with you until I returned.'
Aunt Percival, less inclined to avoid a scene than Marietta, said severely, âHad you remained with us instead of running off and amusing yourself with heaven knows who, then you would have been here and would have been able to talk to him. As it is, you must remain content until he returnsâor when he visits us, which he hopes will be soon.'
âThe sooner the better,' announced Sophie gaily, not at all put down by this rebuke. âAren't you going to ask me to dance, Jack? I detest balls where I do nothing but sit around and watch others, don't you?'
âAnd what,' asked Aunt Percival belligerently, when she had dragged Jack away, âcould the poor man do after that but ask her to take the floor with him? I shan't be happy until the time comes for her parents to reclaim her and take her home again.'
âNor I,' sighed Marietta. âBut I fear that we are saddled with her until the autumn. I never thought that she would be so unlike the rest of my cousins. It was a pleasure to look after them, but Sophieâ¦' She shrugged, not wishing to speak the unpalatable truth about her.
Jack had not heard this exchange but he, too, felt
that he was saddled with Sophie. The more he had to do with her the less he liked her. He had meant to ask Marietta to dance the next dance with him, and here he was, being bored by Sophie's constant and frivolous chatter, while Marietta sat alone.
But not, he saw, for long. Avory Grant had returned and she was on the floor with himâagain. He would have a quiet word with Aunt Percival and try to discover whether Grant could be considered a rival. He was well aware that Aunt Percival approved of himâbut would she approve of Marietta's old friend even more?
Sophie had been talking rapidly to him and was obviously expecting a reply. He really ought to pay attention to her. As usual she was complaining about something.
âI thought that at least the war would be exciting once it had begun,' she was saying petulantly, âbut it is nearly as boring now it has come as it was when we endlessly talked about it coming. You must consider yourself lucky that you are not an American since, if you were, you would soon be in uniform and disappearing, hopefully not for good.'
âOn the other hand,' Jack told her quietly, âit makes me feel guilty to know that I am safe when others are going to put themselves at risk for what they believe in.'
âGoodness,' said Sophie. âIt's not your war, is it? You ought to be glad you're out of it.'
âNo,' said Jack, still quiet, âit's not, but I might yet play some part in it. The President has invited
me to a meeting at the Capitol tomorrow which is to discuss what he calls “The Naval Question”. After that, who knows what I may be doing.'
All this was too much for Sophie. She hadn't asked Jack to dance with her in order to discuss dull questionsâeven if it were President Lincoln asking them!
She yawned. âGoodness,' she exclaimed again. âHow serious we are getting! I hope that all balls aren't going to be like this one. Perhaps when the war's been going for a few months we shall forget it and find other things to talk about.'
âPerhaps,' said Jack, wondering how he could ever have been attracted to her. A few moments later, the dance over, she dragged him to where Avory Grant and Marietta were talking.
Jack took the opportunity to whisper to Marietta, âYou will dance the next one with me, I hope.'
She looked at him, genuine disappointment written on her face. âOh, dear, I shall have to refuse you. Charles Stanton is here and has already asked me. He leaves for the South in the morning, he says.'
Well, Charles could scarcely be described as a rival, particularly as he was on his way out of Marietta's life, so Jack swallowed his disappointment with a smile.
âThe one after that, then.'
âAgreed,' said Marietta, who would rather have danced with Jack than with Charles, who was already approaching her to claim her as his partner.
They were halfway through their dance when he
said to her, âIf I asked you if I might speak privately to you for a few minutes, would you refuse me?'
It was an odd way, Marietta thought, to ask such a question. On the other hand, it was typical of Charles's pleasantly reserved manner. He never took anything for granted and she had already noticed with what careful consideration he always behaved towards others.
âNo,' she told him. âI would not refuse you because I know you well enough now to understand that your request is a serious one.'
âExcellent,' he said in his calm way. âPerhaps when this dance is over we could find somewhere quiet where we could talk for a moment and not be interrupted.'
Marietta could not but be surprised at the interesting fact that this was the second occasion this evening on which a gentleman had made such a request of her, and she wondered what the gist of it would be this time. The dance over, she led him to the ante-room where she had spoken with Avory. He beckoned her to a chair but refused to seat himself, standing before her, his grave face even graver than usual.
âFirst of all,' he began, âI must inform you that were it not apparent that your affections are engaged elsewhere I would have attempted to woo and win you for myself. It is rare to find in one person all the traits which I most admire in women. Had I met you before Jack did, then I would not have hesitated to press my suit but, knowing you both, and admiring him as well as his brother, I decided to stand back.
Having said that, and wishing you both well, I feel compelled to tell you of something which is troubling me.'
He paused before continuing. âIt grieves me to have to do so, for two reasons. The first is that it concerns a relative of yours, and the second is that I may be wrong, but I fear that I am not. It is this. I have noted the manner in which your cousin Sophie looks at you and Jack when she thinks that no one is watching her. I would ask you to be on your guard where she is concerned. Having come to know her, I believe that she would not hesitate to injure in some manner either or both of you.