Sentence of Marriage (34 page)

‘I suppose I do, a little bit. Not that we do much visiting. I would’ve rather had a girl this time, though.’

‘There’s not much difference at that age, before they’re in trousers. Tom and George could both be little girls, really. Look at George with those big blue eyes and all that hair. You’d better bring him, Susannah.’

‘All right, I’ll put a pretty gown on him.
She
can look after Thomas and give me a rest for once. Come with me, James, while I get them both dressed.’ Jimmy raised his eyebrows to Amy behind his sister’s back, but he said nothing as he followed Susannah from the room.

Left to herself again, Amy divided her time between housework and entertaining the lively eighteen-month-old Thomas, until she was interrupted by the back door being flung open to admit Lizzie. Amy could not recall ever before having been reluctant to see her cousin.

‘How are you?’ Lizzie demanded, advancing on Amy.

‘I’m fine,’ Amy said, annoyed at the defensive note in her voice. ‘Why shouldn’t I be?’

‘Did you get home all right last night?’

‘I’m standing here, aren’t I? You can see I got home.’

‘You didn’t have any trouble?’

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lizzie.’ Amy was aware of the pitch of her voice rising. She made an effort to speak more calmly. ‘All I did was walk home from the school to here, what could happen?’

‘All right, there’s no need to bite my head off. I was worried about you, that’s all. John shouldn’t have let Jimmy take you home by yourselves.’ She peered closely at Amy. ‘You’re sure you’re all right?’

‘I’ve already said I am.’

‘You look sort of… muddled.’

Amy sighed. ‘We had a big row this morning.’

‘You and Jimmy? What was it about?’ Lizzie’s eyes widened. ‘Was it something he tried to do last night?’

‘No, not Jimmy! He was the only one not fighting. It was all the rest of us—it was a terrible row, Lizzie.’

That distracted her cousin. ‘What was it about?’ Lizzie asked, looking eager.

Amy hesitated, as reluctant to explain to Lizzie how her dress had got soiled as she had been to Susannah. ‘Oh, it was just Susannah getting annoyed with me. She really upset me, and I shouted at her. Then she wanted Pa to beat me, and Harry and John said they wouldn’t let him, so they had a row with Pa, then Susannah had a row with Pa… it was awful.’

‘Gosh! What did Uncle Jack do? He didn’t beat you, did he?’

‘No, of course he didn’t. You know Pa never beats me.’
Except that once. That wasn’t a real beating, though
. ‘He just sort of looked confused, then he wandered off by himself. Poor Pa, I think he felt everyone was against him.’ She sighed. ‘I’d better make something he specially likes for lunch.’

‘Well, if you’re really sure you’re all right—now, don’t snap at me, I won’t talk about it any more. I want to tell you what happened to
me
.’ Lizzie gave a broad grin. ‘Frank kissed me!’

‘Did he? That’s good, you wanted him to,’ Amy said distractedly, pulling Thomas away from the flour bin he was about to put his face in.

‘Yes. He kissed me three times, the first wasn’t very long, then the next one didn’t really work properly, but the third one—’

‘Lizzie, I don’t think I want to hear every little detail of what Frank does to you,’ Amy cut in, remembering again vividly everything that had happened with Jimmy under the stars. ‘I hope you’re not going to tell me every time he touches you.’

‘Well, I do beg your pardon!’ Lizzie said haughtily. ‘I thought you’d be interested, that’s all. Of course you’re such an expert, aren’t you? I shan’t tell you when we get engaged if it’s all so boring. I suppose I’d better go home if I’m annoying you.’

‘Oh, don’t be like that, Lizzie. I just don’t like hearing all those personal things—I think you should keep it a secret, just between you and Frank.’

‘Like you do? We never used to have secrets, Amy.’

Amy picked up Thomas and carried him to the other side of the kitchen, using him as an excuse to avoid meeting Lizzie’s eyes. ‘I suppose it’s just something that happens when you grow up… when you fall in love,’ she added quietly, her back to Lizzie.

‘Love? Are you in love?’

Amy turned to face her. ‘Yes. I love him, and he loves me. And that’s all I’m going to tell you, Lizzie, so it’s no use prying.’

‘Suit yourself. I’ll go home, then.’

‘Don’t go off in a huff, Lizzie.’

‘I’m not in a huff.’ Lizzie dropped her haughty manner. ‘No, I should go home really, I’m meant to be helping Ma. I just came over because I was worried about you, but you say you’re all right. I suppose I’ll see you tomorrow.’ She opened the door, but when she was half-way through it she turned to face Amy once more. ‘Amy, you will tell me if anything happens, won’t you?’

‘What are you talking about now?’

‘I don’t really know. I suppose I mean… oh, I don’t know, if anything horrible happens and you’re worried about it. Promise you’ll tell me?’

‘Nothing horrible’s going to happen.’

‘But if it does,’ Lizzie pressed her. ‘Promise me.’

‘No, I won’t promise. Do stop going on, Lizzie. If you’re going home, get on with it.’

Lizzie gave her a last searching look. ‘All right.’ She pulled the door closed after her.

Susannah and Jimmy had not returned by lunch-time, and Amy dished up the meal to an unnaturally quiet roomful of men. She was grateful for the distraction Thomas provided as she cut up his food and helped him spoon it messily into his mouth. Jack took the little boy onto his lap and let him help himself to handfuls of pudding from Jack’s own bowl, something Susannah did not allow. Thomas’s frock got steadily grubbier, and the white tablecloth acquired sticky blotches of Jack’s favourite caramel pudding during the exercise, but it was worth it to Amy to see her father smiling at his little son instead of glowering at his grown ones.

It was mid-afternoon, and Amy had put Thomas to bed for his afternoon nap, when she heard the buggy rattle up the road. When Susannah came into the room ahead of Jimmy, Amy could see that her stepmother was in an animated mood. She hoped that meant the family would have a peaceful evening. Perhaps Jimmy would be able to talk to her father the next morning if there were no more fights.

‘That was a lovely outing,’ Susannah said. ‘Mrs Leveston is quite a charming woman, really. I’ll put George down for his sleep. I suppose he’ll need changing again,’ she said, wrinkling her nose in distaste.

‘Can I do that for you?’ Amy asked, eager to prolong Susannah’s good mood.

‘I’m quite capable of looking after my own son,’ Susannah said, barely glancing at Amy. ‘You get on with whatever you’re doing.’ She sailed out of the room.

‘ “
Whatever you’re doing” is making dinner for us all, I see,’ Jimmy said. ‘The outing’s cheered her up, but it hasn’t made her any more polite to you.’

‘I’ve given up hoping for that,’ said Amy. ‘You’ve been out an awfully long time.’

‘I know! I had trouble keeping awake, I don’t mind telling you. Mrs Leveston’s husband was out when we called, so I sat in her drawing room drinking tea from ridiculous little cups and looking at my hands while she and Susannah talked as though they were both taking a vow of silence tomorrow—now there’s a good idea,’ he said, looking so serious that for a moment Amy almost believed him. ‘I wonder if Susannah’s ever considered joining a silent order of nuns.’ He gave her his infectious grin, and Amy giggled.

‘Isn’t their house lovely, though,’ she said, remembering the treasures in Mrs Leveston’s drawing room. ‘All those beautiful things.’

‘The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen was right here, and I thought about you all the long, weary day.’ He looked over his shoulder, then gave Amy a quick kiss. ‘We were asked to stay for lunch, Mr Leveston came home in time for that, and afterwards I had to walk around the grounds with him and hear his opinions—he’s got one on every subject. “A magistrate is a father figure to the community, my boy,”
 
’ Jimmy said in an imitation of Mr Leveston’s pompous tone. ‘
 
“It is a great responsibility, but also a great privilege.”
 
’ Jimmy gave a groan, then laughed, and Amy laughed with him.

‘What a terrible day you’ve had,’ she sympathised.

‘It’s certainly been a long one. Still, at least Susannah was sweet-tempered all the way back. She didn’t go on about how much she hates it here like she did on the way into town.’

‘Did she talk about me on the way in?’

‘Well, yes, she did. I think you’re better off not hearing the details, though. I wish I hadn’t. Now, let’s talk about us for a minute—’

‘What are you talking to her about?’ Susannah asked from the doorway, making them both jump.

‘I was just telling Amy what a nice day we’ve had,’ Jimmy said. Amy was amazed at how smoothly he covered his confusion. ‘I’d better get changed, they’ll be getting the cows in soon.’

‘You don’t have to help with that. Sit out here with me while I get dinner on.’

‘No, I’d better earn my keep. You know, Susannah, you look rather worn out after all the excitement we’ve had today. Why don’t you have a lie-down? I’ll bring you a cup of tea, if you like. You shouldn’t have to cook all the time. Here, take my arm.’

‘You’re so thoughtful, James. Perhaps I will have a rest, and a cup of tea would be very nice.’ She smiled at her brother as they went out into the passage together, and Amy went to put the kettle on.

Jimmy came out a few minutes later in his working clothes to collect Susannah’s cup. ‘I’m sorry I’ve made you cook dinner by yourself, but I wanted to get her out of the way for a while.’

‘Oh, I don’t mind—I’d much rather do it by myself than help Susannah,’ Amy assured him. He smiled, kissed her, and took the cup away.

‘There, that’s her settled for a bit,’ Jimmy said when he came out once more. ‘Lying in state against a heap of pillows, looking pale but not very interesting. Now, how about we go for a little walk before I go off to help milk those cows?’

‘I’d love to, Jimmy, I’ve missed you all day, but I can’t really leave all this,’ Amy said, pointing at the stew-pot she was filling. ‘Couldn’t we just talk here for a bit till you have to go?’

‘Well, all right then. Susannah’s at the other end of the house, so she won’t hear unless we shout at each other.’ He moved to stand close to Amy as she worked. ‘I’ve had a lot of time to think today—there certainly hasn’t been anything else very interesting to do. Amy, what do you think your father’s going to say when I ask if I can marry you?’

‘He’ll say I’m too young,’ Amy said with conviction.

‘Yes, I’m sure he will, but that’s not so bad. I’ve heard of girls getting married at fifteen, we’d be able to talk him round on that, though he might say we have to wait a while. No, as soon as he gets over my cheek for wanting to marry you, he’s going to say, “How are you going to provide for her?”
 
’

‘Oh. Yes, I suppose he will.’

‘I’m sure of it. And what am I going to say? “Well, I sort of work for my father, except I had a row with him before I came down here, and he gives me my keep and a small allowance”? I don’t really see your father giving his precious daughter to someone with those prospects.’

‘But he’s got to say yes!’ Amy said, turning to him in alarm and forgetting about the carrots she was slicing.

‘Hey, stop waving that knife around! You don’t need to threaten me—I
want
to marry you. It’s your father who needs convincing.’

‘I’m sorry.’ She put the knife down carefully. ‘What can we do to make him let us? Will we have to tell him what we did last night? I’m sure he’d want us to get married if he knew about that.’

‘I expect he would, and you’d get to watch him break both my arms first—those brothers of yours would join in, too, they’re both very fond of you. You don’t really want that, do you?’

‘Of course I don’t. What are we going to do, then?’

‘I think I should get things straight with my father first. I’ve got to have his permission to get married, anyway, I won’t be twenty-one for months. If I can talk him into paying me a proper salary, that might be enough to set your father’s mind at rest.’

‘Do you think your father will agree?’

‘Well, he must know he’s got to start paying me one day, especially once I’ve got a wife to support. He’s a bit of a tyrant sometimes, but most of the time he’s not as bad as all that.’

Another thought struck Amy. ‘If you’ve got to talk to your father, does that mean you’re going away? I’ll miss you if you do.’

‘I hope not. I was thinking I might write to him and explain everything—well, not everything,’ he amended with a smile. ‘He’d probably disapprove of last night. Why are fathers so difficult, Amy?’

‘Pa’s not difficult, he just thinks I’m still a baby. I suppose that does make him a bit difficult. When are you going to write to your father?’

‘As soon as I get the chance. Maybe tomorrow. Then I’ll have to get the letter into town and on the boat without Susannah noticing what I’m up to, she knows I never write to anyone. I’ll have to try and do that this week.’