Newton’s Niece. Derek Beaven

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      She leant across and put her hands on my hands on my thighs.

      ‘Why does it matter? Can’t you refuse him and go on as you are now? As you and I do. An honourable spinsterhood. Yes, people do, so why not you and I? Plain girls of good family do, and so do good girls with no money. For years. They live and live. They sew. And you; you’re a wise scholar woman. You’ve got your project, you said. What do you want with a man? Yes they are rascals. They spread pox and pregnancy. They blame us. They beat us. And then they leave.’

      

      Charles’s man saw me to the Jermyn Street front door where my uncle embraced me. I inspected him for signs of the distraction he’d shown in his letter to Pawnee. His smile was tight, as if he was making the effort to be of good cheer. Mary and Tony embraced me cautiously. And so I settled back into the red; I re-established myself in the richness and lace of my bedroom, where they had hung the portrait of Charles beside the chimney-breast. There were fresh flowers in two jugs, and a new outfit of clothes laid on the bed. There was a silver save-all candlestick. New sconces had been fitted on the chimney-breast above the fireplace, on either side of a pretty little convex mirror in the Flemish style. My skull had been left where it should be, I was pleased to see, and a shelf had been put up to receive some decorative China plates, on which were four exquisitely perfumed wash-balls. An opened parasol in Japanese lacquer. A little jewellery box. A porcelain container beginning to sprout what looked like very expensive foreign bulbs. I took it all in. I re-entered my determined universe.

      

      Charles came to call. He was shown up to my bedroom by Mary as if it were an established thing. Nobody seemed to bat an eyelid, least of all me. I read these relationships of polite force.

      ‘Kit. My jewel. You’re safe.’

      ‘Charles.’ He seized my hands and pressed them to his lips. I didn’t ask myself what was this assumed intimacy, nor on what it was based, nor what I had done to arouse it.

      ‘Dearest Kit. You’re as beautiful as ever.’

      I looked down. He sat; as one who felt no stranger to the room. I sat too, in the chair in front of my dressing-table. I was in technical deshabillé – in that the finishing touches weren’t on yet.

      ‘They tell me so.’

      ‘I’m so glad to see you. So happy.’

      ‘And I to see you, Sir.’

      ‘I believe you are. Kit, I believe you feel for me. Am I right?’

      ‘Charles. As much as I’m able to feel anything, I feel for you.’

      ‘And you are flesh and blood. Therefore I take heart. You don’t lie to me. Although you torment me, you are honest and honourable.’

      ‘Torment you? How?’ I was astonished.

      ‘You must know.’

      ‘Know what? What have I done to you?’

      ‘You’ve robbed me of my heart. You’ve had it out of me with the oyster knife of your eyes. Now I bleed Venus’s salty fluid.’

      ‘That’s disgusting.’

      ‘You haven’t stolen my humour. But your eyebeams impale me, seriously; I can’t sleep for thinking of you. I can’t eat. It’s all the fault of your exquisite form. I blame you, Kit; your skin, your hair, your cheeks, your absolute gestures, the low sweetness of your voice. I’m on the rack of your feminine perfection.’

      I stood up. ‘Come. This is a game. Where does it lead?’ I was twenty, politely losing patience. When I was a boy, I remembered for a flash, I used to think it was my fault. Turning my back, I looked out, over the yard and to the park beyond.

      ‘You’re very direct. You’re unlike other women. At least I’ve never met one like you. You say these outright things and I’m nonplussed. It puts me beside myself.’ He came over to stand behind me.

      ‘I’m different, I know it. I can’t help it.’

      ‘No. I don’t wish you any other way. It’s part of your beauty.’

      ‘My beauty. Yes.’

      ‘You say them with that bewitching half-smile.’

      ‘And …?’

      ‘And I’m overthrown.’

      ‘Do you like that? Do you like to be overthrown? Be honest with me, Charles, if you want to secure my respect.’

      ‘What do the poets call it? Sweet torment. Delicious agony.’

      Feeling him touch my shoulder, I slipped sideways to escape, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I passed it.

      ‘Did you love your wife?’

      ‘I married for career reasons.’

      ‘Did you come to love her?’

      ‘Why do you ask?’

      ‘Because for someone who could bid to understand the economy of a whole country, and wished patriotically to serve – I put the best construction on what I know of your past – even for a man who hoped to make a dazzling success in politics and wanted resources, marriage with a rich old woman is remarkably cynical. It’s stage comedy stuff, Charles, I believe. Was she … beautiful?’

      ‘You can’t interrogate me like this, Kit. You realise who I am?’

      ‘Very well. I shan’t interrogate you like this. What do you want of me now?’ I took up the sash I planned to wear. ‘You have a reputation about the town, I’m told.’

      ‘Who tells you this? What reputation do you mean?’

      ‘That you have pretty young society women for breakfast, and pretty young whores for supper.’

      ‘You believe this?’

      ‘Let’s merely assume there have been other women in your life. What do you do to them?’

      ‘What do I do? … What do you mean what do I do?’ He got up and stalked to the corner, where he sat under his portrait.

      ‘Charles. I want to know what’s expected of me. Here you are in my bedroom. Don’t you grasp my … my situation? My reasonable uncertainty?’ I felt myself smile suddenly. ‘Reasonable, Charles.’

      ‘For God’s sake, Kit, I love you. I’m the uncertain one. Do you understand? I have fallen in love with you.’

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