The pool of St Branok

It happened one day when we were in Kensington Gardens. It was rarely that we were completely alone together. Grace often accompanied us on our walks but on this day Morwenna had had to pay an unexpected visit to her dressmaker and Grace went with her. Gervaise was now accepted as a friend of the family; and so, since Grace was with Morwenna, there was no objection to my going for a walk with him.

We walked to the Round Pond and watched the children playing with their boats, and we strolled down the avenue of trees and sat for a while under them.

He said: "I expect you know what I am going to say, Angelet. I think everyone knows I am going to say it sometime. I was just trying to let a reasonable time elapse ... though I don't see why I should. Why does one feel one must be conventional? If I ask you here I shan't have to go down on my knees ... but I ask you with heartfelt humility, being fully aware of the honor you do me."

I laughed and said: "Oh, come to the point, Gervaise."

"I hoped you'd say that. Will you?"

"I think you should be a little more explicit."

"Marry me," he said.

"But, of course," I replied.

He took my hand and kissed it.

"You are unlike anyone else I have ever known. You are frank and honest. Almost any other girl would have hummed and hawed and said it was so sudden."

"I could hardly say that. You have been a constant visitor to the house ever since the ball. We didn't think you came to study the architecture."

"Did you not? Oh dear, I have betrayed myself. Was it so obvious?"

"I think it was. I hoped it was."

"Oh, Angelet, how wise they were when they named you. You are indeed an angel."

"Please don't endow me with saintly qualities. You will certainly be disappointed if you do."

"Well, I never greatly cared for saints, but angels are another matter. This is wonderful. We shall make plans. An early wedding, don't you think? You'll have to meet the family. I've met yours so that's something. We'll go down soon. They'll want to arrange things, I suppose. Let them. We'll just think of ourselves. Contemplate it, my darling. We shall be together for ever and ever."

"For as long as we both shall live. I love that phrase. There's something so comforting about it."

"It was rather miraculous, wasn't it ... coming across you at the ball. Though our paths would have crossed some time or other considering we were both in the same season."

"And before I thought there was something rather unpleasant about these seasons. You know what I mean. Girls being paraded like that."

He nodded. "But people have to be brought together, I suppose, and I shall never quarrel with any system that brought me my Angelet."

"Nor I with one which gave me you."

"I love you, Angelet."

"I was waiting to hear you say that."

"Did you really want me to state the obvious?"

"I couldn't believe it until I heard it."

"Now will you state what I hope is obvious?"

"I love you, Gervaise."

"Then that is settled."

"How strange that you should have come to Cador."

"It was clearly fate."

"But then we did not see each other for all those years."

"That was because you hadn't the sense to be older when we met. You had to grow up and when the time was ripe and Fate said, 'Bring in the lovers ...' and there we were at the Bellington ball."

"So you believe in fate."

"I think we make our own."

"Have you ever been in love before?"

He was silent.

"Confess," I demanded.

"Must I?"

"Indeed you must. I must know the worst."

"Well, when I was six years old I was in love with a little girl of eight. We used to go to dancing classes and she bullied me shamefully. My devotion was true and I was faithful to her for six weeks in spite of the brutal manner in which she treated me. She used to pinch my ears."

"I mean seriously in love."

"Never. Until now. And you?"

I hesitated.

"At one time I was very fond of Jonnie. And there was someone else."

"Oh?"

"He was some sort of relation. He came down to Cador for a while to see if estate management would suit him as a career. His name was Benedict."

"He sounds like a saint or a pope or at least a monk. Weren't they the ones who made that delicious liqueur? Tell me more of your Benedict."

"He seemed very handsome and magnificent. I was about ten. I suppose one's judgment is not to be relied on at that age."

"You sound as though this hero had feet of clay."

"Oh no ... no. I was ill and he went away and I never saw him again."

"Then I can curb my jealousy regarding him. Were there others?"

I shook my head emphatically. He smiled at me and I thought: I am happy ... happier than I ever thought I should be since ...

We sat for a while on the seat watching the little boats on the water, discreetly holding hands.

"Shall we go back and tell them?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied. "I feel I want to tell everybody."

"So do I."

As we came out of the gardens a woman approached us. She was carrying a tray of violets.