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Authors: Ivy Compton-Burnett
âIs he going to live here?'
âNot in this house. He and I will have a house of our own quite near.'
âWhere shall we live?' said Venice.
âHere, as you always have, with Grandpa and Grandma. And I shall come and visit you every day. You will see me as often as you do now.'
âBut you won't be here in the evenings,' said James.
âI shall often be late enough to say good night. You need not be afraid you will lose your mother.'
âWill it always go on like that?'
âFor as long as we need look forward.'
âShall we come to your house too?' said Venice.
âOf course you will, my dear. As often as you like.'
âThen we shall really be the same as we are now.'
âYes, except that you will be happier, because you won't feel that I am alone, while you are enjoying your work and your pleasures together.'
The children were silent, as these points were revealed in their life.
âAnd I hope I shall be a not unwelcome figure in the background,' said Ridley.
âYes. No,' said James, with a caper. âNo.'
âWhat do you mean, dear?' said Eleanor.
âNot in the background,' said James, in a hardly audible voice.
âOf course not. That was a nice thing to say. And true and sensible too. And now my girls will come and kiss their mother,
and show her they feel the same in their hearts, though they may be too shy to say so.'
âPerhaps I may myself make a similar claim,' said Ridley. âI think I see signs of the acceptance of me in my new character.'
Isabel and Venice received his embrace, Venice glancing aside as his eyes dwelt on herself. James hovered in a half-expectation of a similar salute, and was rewarded by a pat on the shoulder.
âWhat are you thinking of, Isabel?' said Eleanor, catching an expression on her daughter's face, which she wished explained, or rather contradicted, before she left her.
âNothing,' said Ridley, smiling as he quoted the coming reply.
âIsabel has got beyond that stage. Answer me, Isabel dear.'
âYou should not want to know the things in people's minds. If you were meant to hear them, they would be said.'
âDo you often think of such things as are not said?' said Eleanor.
âNot in your sense. Though if I did, it might not be unnatural in a child of yours.'
Eleanor looked into Isabel's face, and walked towards her youngest children. Ridley followed, as if he had not observed the encounter. Mullet had brought the luncheon and was dispensing it. Hatton was aware of the scene in progress, and had directed that the children should remain downstairs.
âIs the whole of our family life to be enacted in the hall?' said Daniel. âWe only want the beds, to make things complete.'
James carried his book to his stair, and settled himself upon it. He had an air of entering upon a life in which this sort of thing would be easier. Isabel went to a window and stood, throwing the blind cord over her finger, taking no notice when the tassel struck the pane. James raised his eyes and rested them on her, and withdrew them in aloofness from what he saw, rather than misapprehension of it. Graham also observed her, and did not free himself so soon. Nevill, seated on Mullet's lap, surveyed his mother over the rim of a glass.
âIs it a nice luncheon?' she said.
âIt is the same as usual,' said Gavin.
âWell, that is nice, isn't it?'
âHe likes it,' said Nevill.
âWell, what do you think we have come to tell you?'
âDon't let Honor guess,' said Gavin, rubbing his feet quickly together.
âI have some news for you about myself. You don't often hear me talk about myself, do you?'
âYou have done it since Father died,' said Gavin.
âWell, I have had myself in my mind. There has been no one else to think much about me. Have you ever thought about my being alone?'
âYou are not,' said Honor. âNot any more than we are. We have other people and not Father, and so have you.'
âWell, now I am going to have someone who will think of me as Father did, and will not feel I must only have the same as other people. Can you guess who it is?'
âIt is Mr Ridley,' said Honor, at once. âBut you have him now.'
âWell, I am going to have him in a different way. We are going to belong to each other.'
âAre you going to marry him?'
âYes, I am, my little girl.'
âIt is not allowed by the law,' said Gavin.
âI think, young man, that I may be the judge of that,' said Ridley. âThe law happens to be my profession.'
âBut you can't be Mother's real husband.'
âThat is what I am going to be.'
âBut a woman can't have more than one husband in a civilized land. It is only in savage countries that they do that. And then it is usually more than one wife.'
âIn some countries polyandry is practised,' said Honor, in an easy tone.
âAnd you feel we are starting the custom in this country?' said Ridley, smiling.
âSay to Mother that you hope she will be very happy,' whispered Mullet.
âWhy will you be happier, married to Mr Ridley, than just always being with him?' said Honor.
âAn observant pair of eyes, Nurse,' said Ridley.
âWe don't call her Nurse,' said Gavin.
âHe calls her Mullet,' said Nevill. âAnd sometimes he says, dear Mullet.'
âHere is a successful household character,' said Ridley, indicating Mullet to Eleanor.
âYou shouldn't say things about her when she can hear,' said Gavin.
âI think I have upset him,' said Eleanor. âI shall not leave you, my little son. I shall be coming to the house every day.'
âWon't you be in the house?' said Honor.
âNo, I shall be in another house quite near.'
âWith him?' said Gavin, with a gesture towards Ridley.
âYes, he will be my husband then.'
âIs it because of the law?'
âWhat do you mean, my boy?'
âIs it because of the law, that he can't live here like Father?'
âThe law has nothing to do with it. It seemed a good plan for us to have a home of our own.'
âI expect it is because of Grandma,' said Honor.
âWhat do you mean, dear child?'
âGrandma wouldn't have anyone here instead of Father.'
âThe charm of childhood!' said Ridley to Eleanor, with a smile.
âYou don't think that anyone is ever instead of anyone else, do you?' said Eleanor to Honor.
Honor raised her eyes and kept them on her mother's.
âI think that so it must seem to her in a way,' said Ridley, gently.
âHe will have him instead of Father,' said Nevill, nodding his head towards Ridley.
âMy poor little man, I fear you will have no choice,' said Ridley bending over him. âNo other father will have a place in your memory.'
âHonor won't cry any more, now you are instead of Father, Honor doesn't like Father to go away.'
âDoes she cry?' said Eleanor, to Mullet.
âSometimes when she is in bed, ma'am.'
âI should have been told.'
Mullet did not say that Honor had repudiated the idea with violence.
âHonor doesn't like people to talk about it,' said Gavin.
âI don't mind,' said his sister.
âWell, how are you enjoying your holiday?' said Eleanor, as if it might be realized that there was another side to life. âI thought that, as I was happy, I should like you to be so too; so I said you were to have no lessons.'
âLessons,' said Nevill, in a tone of glad anticipation, getting off Mullet's knee.
âNo, Miss Pilbeam is not coming today,' said Mullet.
âShe is.'
âNo, today is a holiday.'
âThis attitude does Miss Pilbeam credit,' said Ridley.
âHe says all he can in favour of people,' said Gavin, to Honor.
âNot coming today,' said Nevill, in a doleful tone that cheered as he ended. âBut come again tomorrow.'
âHe gets on very well,' said Eleanor.
âB, a, t, bat; c, a, t, cat; h, a, t, hat,' said Nevill, in support of this.
âHe is forward for a boy. It is hard to judge of a young boy's promise,' said Eleanor, thinking of James and Gavin and postponing the difficulty.
âAnd yet I expect the boys rejoice in their sex,' said Ridley.
âWhat do they do?' said Gavin.
âThey are glad they will grow up into men,' said his mother. âWould you like to be a woman?'
âI would as soon be one.'
âI would rather be a man,' said Honor.
âHe will be a lady,' said Nevill.
âYou all seem to want what you cannot have,' said Eleanor. âThe children belong more to the mother, you know. Men don't have so large a share in them.'
âFather did,' said Honor.
âWell, but think for a moment. You were very sad when Father died, but you would have been even more sad if I had died.'
There was a pause.
âShe couldn't have been more sad,' said Gavin.
âI shouldn't have minded so much about anyone grown-up,' said Honor, causing Gavin to turn aside with a flush creeping over his face.
âNo doubt we are leading them out of their depth,' said Ridley.
âWe are understanding everything,' said Honor.
âNot the things that lie underneath,' said Eleanor, in a musing tone, unconscious that she was taking her daughter on equal terms.
âAre there things like that, when people marry another man?'
âNow you are out of your depth indeed.'
âYou only pretend that I am.'
âOf course one's children think one belongs entirely to them,' said Eleanor.
âYou haven't ever done that,' said Gavin. âNot like Hatton and people who really do. But you are supposed to belong to Father.'
âYou know your father is dead, don't you, my child?' said Eleanor, in gentle bewilderment.
âYou know I do. You couldn't be marrying someone else if he wasn't.'
âWell, well, we will begin to look forward. It is natural for you to be disturbed at first. But you are not going to lose me. You will hardly know I am not in the house.'
âWill you be there at dessert?' said Gavin.
âNot always, but I shall when Grandma asks me.'
âWill she have to ask you?'
âNo, but I think she will like to sometimes.'
Nevill looked up with an arrested expression.
âMother won't be there. Only Grandma and Luce,' he said, mentioning the other two who exercised supervision.
âYes, as a rule, but you will come and have tea with me in my house.'
âHonor and Gavin will too,' said Nevill, in a tone that assured general goodwill.
âWill he be there?' said Gavin, glancing at Ridley.
âYes, of course. It will be his house as well as mine. We shall share it.'
âThey will share it,' said Nevill, in a tone that approved this course.
âWill you have any more children?' said Gavin.
âNo, I don't think so,' said Eleanor.
âWhy don't you?'
âWell, people don't generally have more than nine.'
âQueen Anne had eighteen.'
âYes, but I am not a queen.'
âDo queens have more than other people?'
âIt seems sometimes as if they do,' said Eleanor, smiling.
âIf you had any more, would they live with you or with Grandma?' said Honor.
âWith me,' said Eleanor, obliged to continue on the line.
âWould Hatton go to your house to take care of them, or would she stay with us?'
âShe would stay with you. You will always have her.'
âHatton will always stay here,' said Nevill. âNot with those other children.'
âHere is Hatton coming to fetch you,' said Mullet, in the conscious tone of one whose presence has been forgotten.
âPerhaps with a true instinct,' said Ridley, smiling at Eleanor. âI think our ordeal did not become less, with the age of those who sat in judgement.'
âMr Ridley always take care of her, and Father coming back soon,' said Nevill, glancing behind Hatton's hand at his mother.
âDoesn't he understand any more than that?'
âHe understands everything, madam. He gets into the way of saying things.'
âFather never come back any more, but Mr Ridley always stay with her,' said Nevill, with his ready proof of what was said.
âWell, you will all give me a kiss and tell me you are glad I am going to be happier,' said Eleanor, with a note of welcome for the end of her task.
âI will make the same request, as the congratulation applies to me,' said Ridley. âAnd I hope to become a welcome nursery guest.'
Honor and Gavin bowed to circumstances, and their brother gave another backward glance.
âHe will kiss him another day,' he promised.
Hatton let him mount the first flight of stairs, and then picked
him up and carried him to the nursery, his expression undergoing no change. Honor and Gavin were in some discomfort at the end of the scene, and followed with high, conscious talk. Nevill ran round the nursery two or three times and paused at Hatton's knee, as if by chance.
âGo down to Grandma soon today. Mother won't be there any more.'
âYes, Mother will be there. She is not going away yet. She will not be married for some time.'
Nevill cast his eyes over Hatton's face and resumed his running.
âJust fancy this change in the family!' said Mullet, in a low tone to Hatton. âWho would have thought it, when the master died?'
âThat would not have been the moment for picturing it, certainly.'
Gavin burst into a loud laugh.
âDid you have this kind of thing in your family, Mullet?' said Honor.
âWell, perhaps in a way I did,' said Mullet, in a constrained tone.