Gossamer Cord

The visit was coming to an end. We were into July and that evening at dinner Richard said, looking at my mother, for he knew she would be the one to make the decision: “You must come to London. There is so much to do there. Everything won’t be so crowded at this time. Why not?”

“You must come as soon as we get our house,” began Edward, when Richard interposed:

“You must stay with us. Mary Grace loves having visitors. So does my mother. It would cheer her up a good deal.”

“Richard’s place is not very far from Kensington Gardens, and then there is the High Street with all the shops,” Edward added.

“Well, we should very much like to,” said my mother.

She came to my room that night when the household had retired.

“What do you think about this visit to London?” she asked.

“Well, perhaps sometime.”

“It sounds fun. I’d like to see that house and meet his people. Mary Grace sounds very charming.”

“Oh, yes…”

“I like Richard, don’t you?”

“Yes. Edward and he seem good friends, and I think he and Gretchen are happy.”

“I think so, too. It is a pity her people are so far away. I think we ought to pay that visit and we shouldn’t leave it too long, either.”

I smiled at her. I could read her thoughts so easily.

I did have a chance of a quiet talk with Gretchen. Although she was happy, and obviously cared deeply for Edward, I often saw anxiety in her eyes.

It was the day before they were due to leave when I found myself alone with her.

I said: “Gretchen, is everything all right?”

“You mean…my family…?”

“Yes.”

She did not speak for a while. Then she said: “They have not been molested. But I believe it is no better…perhaps getting worse.”

“You mean what we saw happen…is still going on?”

“Yes,” she said. “And more often. I wish…”

“What a pity they can’t get out.”

“It is difficult. I talk about it with Edward. I wish they could come to England. But it is not easy.”

“I can see that. They would have to leave the schloss, their home, everything.”

She said: “Some are getting out. Friends of ours have gone. They are in America. And some in Canada, South Africa, and other places.”

“If you and Edward get a house…perhaps…”

She shook her head. “My father would not go. Nor would Kurt. If they were rich, perhaps, as some have done.”

“It may all blow over…”

She lifted her shoulders. “There is such hatred for our race. My family is not important even to attract much notice, fortunately. It is the rich they attack first. But in time…”

I laid my hand on hers. “I am glad you are here.”

“I am the fortunate one. My family rejoice in my good fortune. But I suffer for them.”

“Dear Gretchen, I hope it all comes right soon.”

“One can hope,” she said, but I saw the hopelessness in her face.

My mother talked again of the proposed visit to London.

“It will be fun to go househunting for Edward,” she said.

The visitors left with the assurance that we should all meet again soon.

The next day I had a letter from Dorabella.

Dear Vee,

You said you were coming down. It will be August soon and ages since you’ve been. I am really huge now and looking forward to Nanny Crabtree’s arrival. There’ll be the usual talk. She’ll go on about what a “caution” I always was…the naughty one…not like good Miss Violetta. Such a good girl she was. I can’t get about much. I’m just stuck here. I have to lie down and rest. It’s boring and not very comfortable. I mustn’t do this and I mustn’t do that.

This is an S.O.S. Come please soon…

While I was reading the letter my mother came into the room. “About this trip to London,” she began. I waved the letter in my hand. “From Dorabella?” she asked. “Yes,” I replied. “I must go to Dorabella first.”

It was exciting to be traveling down to Cornwall. This time I was alone, as my mother could not leave just then.

Dorabella would be satisfied if one of us went, we had decided.

Dermot came to the station to meet me. He greeted me warmly.

“Dorabella is so delighted that you are coming,” he said. “And so are we all.”

“I am glad to be here. How is she?”

“The doctor says she is fine. She gets a little restless. She was always one for dashing around.”

“I know she doesn’t like this enforced inactivity.”

“Indeed. She does not like it at all.”

“It will be good to see her again.”

“It has been a long time, she says.”

“My mother has so many commitments at home, and there is my father who can’t always get away from the estate.”

“I know. However, here you are and it is good to see you.”

I was thinking: And I shall be able to see Jowan Jermyn. It will be time for the plant to have taken root. I can make another attempt to talk to Mrs. Pardell. I was drawn into an atmosphere of intrigue and mystery—which might be of my own creating, it was true—but interesting nevertheless.

Dorabella was waiting for me. She hugged me fiercely.

“You might have come before,” she said, scowling and then laughing. “But it’s wonderful that you are here now. I know it’s a long way to come…and there is that nice Richard Somebody our mother mentioned in her letter. You might have told me about him.”