The Love Child

My father was away when I returned to Eversleigh Court. I think my mother was relieved.

She was anxious and sympathetic, I knew, but at the same tune deeply shocked that I could have become so involved in such a dangerous situation without her knowledge.

The very first day she sought an opportunity to be alone with me and she wanted to hear everything that had happened. I was so distressed that I found it difficult to talk at first.

I could only keep saying: “I loved him. I loved him. And now they have killed him.”

She took me into her embrace as she used to when I was very young, but I did not feel comforted, only impatient. It was almost as though she thought it was a matter of “kiss and make better” as it had been when I had fallen and scratched myself.

“Dearest Cilia,” she murmured, “you are young … so young.”

I wanted to shake myself free of her. I wanted to say: I am not young. I am grown up. Some people are, you know, at fifteen-and I am nearly that. I have loved. I have lived. And I am not a child anymore.

She went on talking. “It seemed very romantic. He was very goodlooking, I believe.

And the way he came here. … He had no right to come.”

“He was looking for Edwin. Edwin was his friend.”

“Edwin should not have tried to hide him.”

“What should he have done? Given him up to that brute Titus Gates?”

She was silent, stroking my hair.

“You know your father is most put out. You know his feelings.”

“He has never shown me much of his feelings,” I said. “All he showed me was indifference.”

“My dear child …”

I cried: “It’s no use talking to you. You don’t understand. Jocelyn came here. We helped him. We’re not ashamed of it. We’d to it again … all of us. He and I fell in love. We planned to marry.”

“Oh, my darling! But it’s all over now. We must try to make you forget.”

“Do you think I shall ever forget!”

“Yes, my dearest, you will. I know how it feels now.”

“You do not know and I wish you would stop talking about it. I have nothing to say to you. You don’t understand hi the least. Harriet…”

“Harriet, of course, understood perfectly.”

“Harriet was wonderful to me.”

“And kept him there and sent for you! It’s what one would expect of Harriet. She is completely without thought for others.”

“I don’t agree.”

“Oh, she fascinates you as she does everyone else. I know that.”

“Harriet has been kind to me. I shall never forget what she has done for me. Please, Mother, leave me alone. I want to be by myself.”

The reproachful look she gave me touched me deeply and I threw myself into her arms.

She did not say anything. She just held me and it was as it had always been between us.

Carl was very upset by what had happened. It was his first experience of real grief and I loved him for it. He just looked at me blankly and said: “They can’t have done that to Jocelyn!”

I turned away and he came and took my hand and pressed it.

“I wish I’d been there,” he said. “I wouldn’t have let it happen. You ought to have told me he was with Aunt Harriet.”

“There was nothing you could have done, Carl, nothing.”

“I hate Titus Gates.”

“So do countless others.”

Oddly enough Carl comforted me more than my mother had been able to.

My father returned and he was very cool towards me. He hardly addressed me at all during the first evening. During the next day I went into the gardens and he followed me there.

“A nice mess you got yourself into,” he said.

I looked at him defiantly. “In what way?” I asked.

“Don’t be silly. You know what I’m talking about. This romantic adventure of yours.

Fools … the whole lot of you. You particularly. Taking an incriminating ring and then leaving it for others to find.”

“You wouldn’t understand,” I retorted.

“One would have to be half-witted not to. A pretty young man comes along and you think it would be great fun to hide him and feed him and accept a ring from him with his crest and name on it. And he is suspected of taking part in a plot against the King’s life.”

“You know very well that there was no plot. You know it was fabricated by this friend of yours … this Titus Oates.”

He seized me by the wrist and I cried out in pain. His grip was like iron.

“He is no friend of mine,” he said. “I despise the man. But I have the sense not to entertain those against whom he brings accusations. Who can say who will be the next? And, by God, we might have been! You could have put the whole family into danger.

It has not been easy extricating you, I can tell you. All this trouble because of a silly girl’s prank.”

“It was no prank.” I jerked myself free. “And I would do it again.”

“I shall have something to say to the others when I see them. If they want to risk their lives that’s their own affair, but they should not have involved a foolish girl who could bring trouble tumbling about our ears with great risk to our necks, I might tell you.”

“So you blame me for everything?”

“If you had taken his ring you should at least have kept it hidden.”

“It was an accident.”