The pool of St Branok

But Lizzie Morley! Oh, she was pretty enough ... but how could a lively-minded man like Ben marry a girl like Lizzie?

I was in due course to learn the reason.

In the meantime there were those terrible weeks to live through, while the inhabitants of the township talked of little else but the coming wedding.

It was to be held at the Morley house and everyone was invited.

The parson from Walloo would come and perform the official ceremony. It was to take place in the garden before the house. They said that Mr. Morley had sent to Melbourne for the finest caterers and arrangers of weddings to see to everything.

There had never been such an occasion in the memory of the township.

Mrs. Bowles had her comment: "A funeral and then a wedding. I don't know. That seems a bit funny to me. One coming so close on the heels of another. I wonder what'll be next. Funeral most like. Can't expect another wedding, can we? Whose would that be? Well, you never know. I mean to say, who would have thought of this?"

"Ben's property will be joined up with Morley's now," said Gervaise. "Well, they are adjoining."

Justin's remark was: "Ben will be pleased to get a stake in Morley's land at last. He's been trying to buy it for some time."

I told myself that that was why he was marrying Lizzie. It must be. He wanted the land. The thought only increased my anger against him.

During the weeks before the wedding I felt convinced that something must happen to stop it. I simply could not believe it would happen. Sometimes I thought I had dreamed the whole thing.

The day came. The weather was perfect, slightly less hot than we had been having. There was great excitement; the mines were deserted. Nobody was going to work on Ben and Lizzie's wedding day.

Mr. Morley had engaged fiddlers to come and play. Everyone said it was the perfect wedding. Chairs had been set up in the garden in front of the house; there weren't enough for everyone so some stood about, others squatted on the grass. There was a hushed silence when the parson from Walloo appeared and took his stand at the table which had been set up and Mr. Morley appeared with a radiant Lizzie clad in white and orange blossom. Arthur Bowles came in with Ben; and I closed my eyes as Lizzie and Ben stood together and took their vows.

I wished that I were anywhere but there; but of course I had to come. If I had stayed away people would have wondered why. And I could not feign an illness. Part of me wanted to torment myself. I wanted to see what I had been telling myself up to that moment could never be.

And so Ben and Lizzie were married.

How I longed to go home! I wanted to put this entire episode out of my life. I had been so foolish. I had believed Ben loved me: I feared that on one or two occasions I had come near to surrender. I had been childish. But I felt this betrayal had sent me hurtling into womanhood. I would never trust anyone again.

I pleaded with Gervaise: "Do let us go home."

"I have a feeling it will not be long now," he said.

"You always say that. Gervaise, I cannot live this life."

"I know. It's not pleasant, is it? But be patient, darling ... just for a little longer."

"How long?"

"Till I'm lucky."

"I somehow feel you are never going to be."

"How can you say that? Look at Cassidy and One-Eye. They must be on their way home by now."

"But who else, Gervaise? They are the only ones ... after all this time."

"Tomorrow it will be us."

"You don't believe that."

"Oh, but I do. I know that one day ... You'll be surprised. It will all have been worthwhile."

"I want to go home in time for the baby."

"We'll be home long before it comes."

What was the use? The lure of gold held him so firmly that it would never let him go. It would always be thus. And if we were at home he would gamble as he had before we came. There was no way out.

I had married a gambler and I was no longer in love with him. I loved someone else—again unwisely and this time too well.

I wished I could have confided in Morwenna but I could not. She would never have understood. Besides, it would make her unhappy, and she was so contented now.

Lizzie had become mistress of Golden Hall. She begged Morwenna to stay.

"I suggested leaving," Morwenna told me. "It is different now. I ought to go. I am quite well and the baby is strong and healthy. I ought to be in my own home. Lizzie flung her arms round me. She is a most affectionate creature. One can't help loving her. It's good to be with her, Angelet. Ben is so gentle with her and as for old Mr. Morley he has slipped into a sort of contentment."

So Morwenna stayed on at the Hall. Justin went often to dine there. I had not been since the wedding. I supposed I should have to go one day. But not yet. The betrayal was too recent.

Then Mr. Morley died.

His servants went into his bedroom one morning and found that he had died peacefully in his sleep. It was as though, now that he was assured that Lizzie would be cared for, he had quietly departed from this life.