The pool of St Branok

"So you are going to set up an office here," said Uncle Peter to Justin.

"Yes," replied Justin. "I shall get busy tomorrow."

"I can introduce you to a few people who might be useful."

Dear Uncle Peter, someone had once said he had a finger in every pie, and that was true. I thought of what he had done for Gervaise and me and even if he was a wicked old sinner, I was fond of him. I was sure he would be of considerable help to Justin and if ever he discovered Justin's weakness he would not be censorious. One of the most lovable things about sinners like Uncle Peter was that they were lenient with other people's foibles.

Peterkin and Frances talked a little about their Mission, and Geoffrey about the law which was going to be his profession; but the conversation was dominated by Uncle Peter and Ben, and politics was the chief topic.

I was very interested to hear them. Matthew had slavishly agreed with his father-in-law; Ben had no intention of agreeing with his grandfather.

They were on opposing sides. Uncle Peter extolled the virtues of Disraeli who had just become Prime Minister on the retirement from office of Lord Derby. But William Gladstone was the man to whom Ben was hitching his wagon.

"Disraeli may have the ear of the Queen," Ben was saying. "But Gladstone is the strong man. He will be Prime Minister, mark my words, and before long. And then he will be with us for a long time. Who is this man, Disraeli?"

"The cleverest politician on the scene at this moment," retorted Uncle Peter. "The Queen realizes this and gives him her support."

"But the government of this country does not rest with the Queen. It is an elected government and it is the people who decide. They'll stand solid behind a strong man like Gladstone—not a fly-by-night like Disraeli."

"This new Reform Bill will put nearly a millon voters on the roll. Gladstone's bill would have had only half that number."

"Then," said Ben, "we must see that the new voters vote for us."

"No," cried Uncle Peter. "We shall see that they vote for us."

And so they went on, fiercely arguing, but with the utmost respect for each other throughout.

I found it stimulating ... even on that first day and when I lay in bed that night I was still thinking of Ben in his splendid house with Lizzie who had hardly spoken a word throughout the entire evening; and I did wonder what the future would hold.

Within a week I was settled in my house. Amaryllis and Helena helped me choose a few servants and there was a nanny to help with Rebecca. My daughter was enchanted by London. She loved the parks. Rebecca had great charm. She believed that everyone loved her and consequently she loved everybody; she enjoyed life and could not help sharing that enjoyment. Each day I thanked God for her. She was remarkably like Gervaise; she had his nature, too, which had been a delightful one flawed only by that obsession which I was determined to see never took possession of Rebecca.

Morwenna, too, had settled in. Justin was happy and that was good enough for her; and the children were always eager to see each other.

One day, very soon after I had settled in, Ben came to see me. It was mid-morning, Annie had taken Rebecca to Morwenna's house. She was going to spend the morning with Pedrek; and as I had planned to do some shopping, I was almost ready to go when Maggie, my new maid, came to tell me a gentleman had called to see me.

"Did he give his name?" I asked.

"Yes, Madam. Mr. Lansdon."

I expected to see Uncle Peter.

"Ben!" I gasped.

"Well, don't look so surprised. You knew I'd come to see you. It is wonderful that you are here."

"Why?"

"What a question! Because what I want more than anything is to see you, is the answer."

"Would you like some refreshment? Tea? Coffee? Wine?"

"No, thanks. To see you is refreshment enough for me."

I laughed with an attempt at lightness.

"So the gold ran out and you came back."

"I never intended to stay. No, it has not run out. There is a certain amount left."

"But all the certainty has gone. Now it is more or less like any of the others, I suppose."

"Better than that. I've left some for the others."

"And sold at a good price?"

"A price the buyer thought it worth paying. But I didn't come here to talk business."

"What did you come to talk?"

"I just wanted to be with you."

As he approached me I stepped back. "Nothing has changed," I said.

"No, I suppose not," he answered ruefully. "I have missed you so much. I think of you constantly. You remembered me perhaps?"

"There has been a lot to think of."

"And now we are both in London."

"I did not know you were here until I had made my plans to come."

"Would it have made any difference if you had known before?"

"I don't know."

"Let's stop talking around all this, shall we? I love you, Angel. I have from the first. When you were a little girl ... Oh why were you only nine years old when we first met? If only it could have been different."

"What are you complaining of? You got your mine. If you had married me, you wouldn't have had that."