The pool of St Branok

Timothy came again to dine at the house in the square. He was about as different from Uncle Peter as a man could be, but they liked each other. I knew what Uncle Peter and Aunt Amaryllis were thinking. They were fond of me, concerned for me, and they were weighing up Timothy as a possible husband for me. Aunt Amaryllis in particular believed that the married state was ideal for every woman. Uncle Peter took a more practical view. He would like to see me settled and he had obviously decided that Timothy's background, financial standing and character fitted him for the role of husband.

I saw through them, of course. But I did not want to think beyond the present which Timothy was making tolerable for me. Yet again and again my thoughts went back to Ben.

I heard from the family that his campaign was being successful and he was making a very good impression on the voters.

One evening when I was having a talk with Uncle Peter, Ben was mentioned.

"I feel sure he is going to win," he said. "It'll be an achievement. It's been a Tory stronghold for a hundred years. I don't think it will be a big majority ... but comfortable enough. It will be a feather in his cap."

"Do you really think he'll win?"

Uncle Peter looked at me and smiled. "I have reason to say that I think his opponent is getting rather rattled."

"How is he doing it?"

"Oh, you know Ben. It's that vitality. A certain power. A determination. He believes he's going to win and he gets everyone else believing it too. I flatter myself that he gets that from me. His grandmother was a fighter too. She was a milliner." He smiled, looking back. "I came near to marrying her. I couldn't though. It wouldn't have done."

"You mean ..."

"Just not quite right ..."

"Yet you were in love with her."

"I have always been able to regulate my emotions."

"They didn't stop your having an illegitimate son."

"That's not what I mean. I set her up in her own shop in Sydney. I sent her money. She got on very well. We were in a way two of a kind. She understood how it was. What I am telling you is that Ben gets his fighting spirit on both sides."

"You must have had a very eventful life, Uncle Peter."

"I think life should be eventful. Ben will make his so and I am pretty certain that before long he'll have a place in the House." He was thoughtful for a moment. Then he said: "It's a pity he married Lizzie. She's not the wife a politician needs."

"I think she appears with him, doesn't she?"

"Yes, but there is more to it than that. Grace is with them. Now she knows it all. I believe she is quite an asset. But it is not the same. It should be the wife who is there."

"I know Grace helps Lizzie quite a lot. Lizzie herself said so."

"That's what I'm saying. Lizzie should be doing all this. She shouldn't need prompting. It doesn't go down so well. No, I'm afraid Lizzie is a bit of a handicap for a man like Ben."

"A handicap!" I cried. "Where would he be without her? She brought him the gold mine, didn't she? Without her help he would still be scrabbling for gold in Golden Creek."

"You are very vehement, my dear."

"Well, it is true. I hate all this talk about Lizzie's being a handicap when it is only because of her that he has become in a position to do all he is doing."

Then he said a strange thing. He put his arm about me. "I, too, wish it had been otherwise."

"What do you mean?" I stammered.

But he just smiled rather sadly at me and I knew that Uncle Peter was aware of my feelings for Ben ... and his for me.

We had betrayed ourselves in some way.

There was a letter from my mother.

My darling Angelet,

Amaryllis tells me how hard you are working at Frances' Mission and finding it so rewarding. I am glad. I told your father that you needed something like that. It must be interesting and harrowing too, but Amaryllis tells me that Frances is delighted to have you there and what a great help you are to her.

We miss you very much and I have written to Amaryllis telling her that I should love to come up ... just for a few weeks. Your father can't leave the place at this time, nor can Jack. But I feel I want to see you. I want to hear all about the work you are doing and see for myself that you are well and getting happier.

Everything here goes on much as usual. And how is darling Rebecca? It is wonderful for her to have Pedrek to play with. And Morwenna is so close and you help each other with the children, so giving you those opportunities to go to the Mission.

Josiah Pencarron tells me that Justin is doing a fine job in London and he wonders why he did not think of opening the office up there years ago.

So everything seems to be going well. I shall see you soon.

Much love,

Mother

I knew what this meant. Aunt Amaryllis had reported my growing friendship with Timothy Ransome, and my mother wanted to know how far it had progressed.

I wished that they were not so interested in my affairs. Of course, it was all for my benefit. There was a hint of seriousness in my friendship with Timothy. I was aware of that in Timothy's manner.