The pool of St Branok

He dominated everything, although he was quite an old man. His hair was almost white now, but he was very handsome; but what was different about him was that rather secretive smile as though life was great fun to him because he had found the perfect way to live it. I could well believe he had.

The eminence grise ... well, there was no doubt of that. Matthew, famous politician though he might be, regarded his father-in-law as a master. Matthew had done a great deal since he had returned from Australia and written that book about transportation and prisoners which was becoming a classic, the book on the subject. Transportation was still in existence and so were the infamous hulks in which prisoners were kept; and the conditions in prisons were still appalling; but Matthew had called attention to these matters and the subject of transportation was constantly being given an airing; there were many who supported Matthew's views that it should be abolished and it seemed only a matter of a short time before it would be. Matthew had also written a book about child chimney sweeps and labor in the mines. Matthew was a natural reformer. It meant that he was a highly respected member of Parliament, beloved by his constituents, highly thought of by the leaders of his party, and certain of a ministerial post when it was returned to power.

I was allowed to sit with the family for luncheon.

"I shall have Angelet beside me," declared Uncle Peter. He had great charm and an endearing way with him. It was small wonder that innocents like myself admired him.

He did most of the talking. He seemed to have, as was once said of him, "a finger in many pies." I was not sure at that time what his business was, but I knew that it was highly profitable and made him very rich. Later I learned that he owned several clubs of somewhat dubious reputation, but in his view these were a necessity for the community. It kept certain persons from committing misdemeanors which could be a menace to society so he was doing a great service to the country. Amaryllis believed this absolutely, though there had been a great scandal about his activities at one time and through it he had lost his place in Parliament. Even he had to compromise in some way, for he had to content himself with being outside the main action and give himself up to guiding Matthew in the way he wanted him to go. I thought of Matthew as the puppet and Uncle Peter as the puppet master.

It was not only Matthew whom he manipulated. I was sure Uncle Peter made a number of people do what he wanted.

It was gratifying and made me feel important to be selected to sit beside him.

The talk was of the folly of John Russell who was the Prime Minister and a Whig; and as Uncle Peter was a Tory, he had nothing but contempt for Little John, as he called him.

The Exhibition was discussed at great length.

"You are looking forward to seeing the opening, are you not, Angelet?" he asked, turning to me.

I assured him that indeed I was.

"It will be something to remember all your life. It is an historic occasion."

"I understand the Queen is opening it," said my mother.

"But of course. Her diminutive Majesty dotes on the idea. And why? Because it was Albert's brainchild. Therefore in her eyes it must be perfect."

"Is it not wonderful to see how happy they are?" said Aunt Amaryllis. "They set such a good example to the nation."

"There are the occasional storms, I believe, my dear," said Uncle Peter. "But I fancy Albert usually comes out best in these encounters which says something for his wisdom ... or is it his pretty appearance?"

"Oh Peter!" said Aunt Amaryllis, half scolding, half admiring.

"At least," put in Matthew, "the whole project is nearing completion and all should be well."

"Little John will do his best to make difficulties," said Uncle Peter. "What's his latest, Matthew?"

"He wants the salute of guns fired in St James's Park. He says if they are let off in Hyde Park they may shatter the glass of the dome."

"And will they?" asked my mother.

"Of course not," retorted Uncle Peter. "It is just that he wants to put in his spoke and cause a little trouble."

"I believe Albert is going to stand out against him," said Matthew.

"What if it does shatter the dome?" I asked.

"My dear Angelet," said Uncle Peter, beaming at me, "then Albert will be proved wrong and Little Johnny right."

"Isn't it a risk?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't think Albert will give way on this matter. Don't look so glum, I doubt it will happen, and I feel sure the crystal dome will remain intact, and if it does not ... well, then I say ... what a to-do!"

"It seems rather silly to risk it," I said. "It would be awful if it were spoilt after all this fuss."

"Life, dear child, is full of risks. Sometimes it pays to take them. If the Prince gave way on this we should have Little Johnny raising other objections. Albert can't admit he's wrong ... so he takes this little risk."

I was thoughtful considering this and I saw Uncle Peter's amused glance on me.