The pool of St Branok

I was very much aware of Ben. There he sat at the head of the table so assured, certain that very soon he would be in Parliament. All he needed was an election. I felt he was certain to win.

Once or twice he caught my eyes and smiled at me. I think he guessed what was in my thoughts. I had a stupid impression that he was doing all this for my benefit ... reminding me that he was the kind of person who always won.

After dinner the ladies went to the drawing room, leaving the men at the table with the port.

I saw Lizzie then and I said: "It was a most successful party, Lizzie."

"Yes," she said.

Then Grace came up.

"You were very good, Lizzie," she said.

"Was I?" asked Lizzie.

"Oh yes. It's getting easier, isn't it? Isn't it lovely to have Angelet here?"

"You've been living in the country, haven't you?" said Lizzie.

"Yes ... with my parents."

"That must have been nice."

"Very nice."

"I hope I shall see the dear little baby."

"Oh, you mustn't call Rebecca a baby. She wouldn't like that. She's a little girl now and wants everyone to know it."

Lizzie laughed delightedly and the furrow disappeared from her brow.

I said: "Pedrek is the same. He's quite a little man. They play together. They love the parks. I'll bring them to see you sometime. May I?"

"Oh please do."

Before the men returned Lizzie took me up to her bedroom. There was a special room set aside for the ladies, but she took me to hers. I fancied she wanted to speak to me alone.

I could see that this was not in any sense Ben's room. So they occupied separate rooms, I thought.

She said: "It's nearly over now, isn't it?"

"Nearly over?"

"This evening."

"Oh yes. We shall soon be gone and you will have your lovely house all to yourselves."

"I didn't mean that."

She looked at me and suddenly flung her arms about me, starting to cry.

"Oh, Lizzie, Lizzie," I said, "what is it? Don't cry, there's a dear. It will make your eyes red ... and you wouldn't want people to see."

"Oh no ... no ..." She began to tremble.

I helped her dry her eyes. "What's wrong, Lizzie?" I asked gently.

"I ... I want to go home ... I'm no good at this. I shouldn't have come."

"You mean meeting all these people?"

"I don't know what to say to them. Grace tells me ... and I say something ... but I don't know what to do next. I'll never know. I'm just not clever like they are. I know Ben wishes he hadn't married me."

"Has he said so?" I demanded sharply.

She shook her head. "But I know."

"Isn't he ... kind to you?"

"Oh, he's very kind ... he's always kind ... He's patient ... You see he has to be patient. He ought to have married Grace."

I wanted to say: But she could not bring him a gold mine. But what I did say was: "He married you, Lizzie, because he wanted to."

"I think my father persuaded him."

Poor Lizzie. I was overcome with pity for her. I felt I hated Ben then. He had found the gold in the creek that day ... kept it secret, tried to buy the land, and when he couldn't he had married Lizzie and thrust her into a life for which she was most unsuited.

"All this, Lizzie, this entertaining and meeting people ... It's not important really."

"Oh it is ... It is to Ben. It's because he's going into Parliament. Then it will be worse. I'll never be able to do that. I try ..."

"You do very well ..."

"I'm not clever ... I'm not clever enough for Ben."

"Men don't like clever women, you know."

She stared at me.

"No," I elaborated. "They like to think they are the clever ones. I know some clever women who pretend to be less clever ... so that the men like them."

She shook her head. "You're trying to comfort me," she said. "Oh, Angelet, it's so hard. I worry."

"You mustn't, Lizzie."

"Grace has been so good. But she is not there all the time. She helps me. She tells me what to wear and what to say ... but I still don't do it right. I can't sleep at night. I lie awake thinking about it and wishing I was back and Dad was alive and nothing had changed."

"Oh, Lizzie, you mustn't feel that. You are married to Ben and you can see how highly thought-of he is."

"That's what troubles me. I ought not to have married Ben."

"But, Lizzie, you are married to him. Think that without you he would not have all this. You brought him the mine, didn't you? He owes a great deal to you. I am sure he knows that. You see, you are not looking at this clearly. Do you love him?"

She nodded.

"Well then, everything will be all right."

"I have Grace ... and now you. I can't sleep though. I feel better when I do. Grace got something for me to make me sleep."

"Oh, what was it?"

"I've forgotten the name. It's on the bottle. I'll show you."

She opened a drawer and took out a bottle.

"Laudanum," I said aghast.

"It's good, Angelet. It makes me sleep. You mustn't take more than it says or you would get too sleepy."

"Perhaps you should see a doctor. Ask his advice about taking this stuff."