A Mother’s Spirit. Anne Bennett

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      To his utmost surprise, Patrick reacted the same way as most of the Brannigans’ staff when Joe told him of Brian’s plans for him. ‘Well, you’ve done well for yourself, all right,’ he commented sourly. ‘I’m surprised you still come to see a common man like me.’

      ‘Come on, Patrick. It’s still me – Joe.’

      ‘No it isn’t,’ Patrick said. ‘The Joe I know would never have sucked up to his employers the way you must have done.’

      Joe was surprised and a little hurt. He considered Patrick a really good friend; surely, he thought, you want a friend to achieve good things in life. He hoped that he would have reacted differently if the positions had been reversed.

      However, Joe knew that something had been severed between him and Patrick that night and he felt heart sore about it. In fact, he felt so deeply hurt that he was determined at the first opportunity to tell Brian he wanted no fancy job in a fancy office and he would like to turn the clock back and just go back to his room in the basement and let everything go on as it had before.

      In the cold light of day, though, he knew he couldn’t do that. His future was inexorably linked to Brian’s, for better or for worse.

      For his second dinner in the house, Joe dressed with meticulous care. He knew that Brian’s wife would be the kind of person who had never really seen him as a person; to her he would just be one of the servants. But she would probably remember that the last time he had dinner in this house, he had been wearing soiled and travel-weary clothes, the hand that he had extended to her had been rough and calloused, with blackened nails, and his brogue had been so thick it could have been cut with a knife.

      That night he wore a dark blue suit and a snow-white shirt, the striped tie matched the handkerchief in his top pocket, cufflinks sparkled at his wrists, and the black leather shoes were so highly polished he had almost been able to see his face in them. Added to this, his hands were much softer than they had been and his nails spotless. Mustering as much confidence as he could, he extended his hand to the woman whose eyes had opened wider in approval and said, ‘Good evening, Mrs Brannigan.’

      She smiled at the charming lilt to his voice and her smile was a genuine one as she shook his hand and said she was pleased to see him. However, her eyes were shrewd and Joe wondered if she couldn’t understand why her husband had paid for the man to have lessons in accounts and typewriting when there must be many already trained for such work. Sullivan, after all, was just a chauffeur.

      She betrayed none of this in her manner to him, though, and when Joe showed how embarrassed he was to be served by people he had once counted as his friends he saw Norah’s sympathetic eyes on him. She understood perfectly how he was feeling, and she was also aware of how servants often reacted with someone they thought was stepping out of their class. Brian, on the other hand, was unaware of Joe’s discomfort and saw no problem at all, and Joe knew that that was just one more thing that he would have to overcome.

      ‘And how did you like the work in the office today, Mr Sullivan?’ Norah asked him as the meal was served and the servants left the room.

      ‘Oh, I liked it fine, ma’am,’ Joe replied. ‘Of course, there is still a lot for me to learn.’

      ‘Plenty of time, Joe,’ Brian said. ‘And at least you have made a good start. Those letters you did for me today were first class.’

      ‘Thank you, sir,’ Joe said. ‘Tell you the truth, I never expected to have a job like this. To go to work every day in a suit was never in my line of thought at all.’

      ‘America truly is the land of opportunity,’ Brian said.

      ‘It is, sir, right enough,’ Joe agreed. ‘But it was you, not America, that gave me this chance and I will never forget it.’

      ‘Thank you for that, Joe,’ Brian said. ‘But in the Ireland I remember, and the Ireland some of the migrants tell me about, such things as I did for you couldn’t be done. If your father is a drunk or a layabout then it is almost assumed his offspring will be the same. Your future and expectations would be fixed in the minds of those around you. It was America, Joe, that gave me the opportunity to help you get on.’

      ‘You are right there, sir,’ said Joe. ‘And tonight I intend to write a letter to my brother and tell him all about the good fortune that has lighted on me, and all about my first day at work.’

      ‘Have you given him no hint of it before this?’

      ‘I have told him very little, sir. I was going to tell him what I was doing, but I found it all so hard at the beginning I didn’t think I would ever make a hand of it, and was positive I would fail my exams. There seemed no point in saying anything until the results were in, but now he needs to know. He will be delighted for me. You’d not find a better man than Tom, for it was his generosity of spirit that allowed me to come to America in the first place.’

      ‘How’s that?’ Norah asked.

      ‘He sold a field of sheep,’ Joe said. ‘He wouldn’t have been able to manage the sheep on his own once I had left, but he sold the whole lot to a neighbour who had been after them for some time. And he gave the money to me to pay for my passage over and to keep me for a few weeks in case I couldn’t get employment straight away.’

      ‘What a wonderful gesture,’ Norah said. ‘He surely is a brother to be proud of. And now if everyone has finished maybe, Brian, you will ring for the next course?’

      Joe’s presence at meal times was a very beneficial one for Norah, because he soon became aware of her unhappiness. He sensed that she was lonely and missing Miss Gloria, and he found himself feeling sorry for her and so often tried to keep the conversation going.

      A few weeks after Joe had moved into the house, Brian said one morning at the office, ‘It’s obvious that you are enjoying yourself at work because the way you talk about it over dinner you have even got Norah interested.’

      ‘You don’t think that I am talking too much, sir?’

      ‘I do not, Joe. I tell you, I have never seen Norah so animated.’ He thought for a minute and added, ‘Well, if I’m honest she was like that when Gloria was smaller. Sometimes we even had guests for dinner. Seems a long while ago now. You seem to have rejuvenated something in her.’

      Brian was right. Norah was greatly attracted by Joe. She didn’t think of him in a sexual way – she wasn’t going to be that stupid, – but she thought that if she’d ever had a son, she would have liked one like Joe and she couldn’t for the life of her think why he was still unmarried.

      ‘I haven’t found the right woman yet,’ he told her when she asked him.

      ‘What!’ she exclaimed. ‘I can’t believe that in the whole of New York you haven’t found a girl to suit you. Are you difficult to please, Mr Sullivan?’

      ‘I wouldn’t say so,’ Joe said. ‘I mean, not more than most men, but I may be more on the cautious side.’

      ‘I wouldn’t have said that that was part of your personality at all.’

      ‘Ah, maybe not generally,’ Joe said, ‘but I think it pays to be a little hesitant when someone is making a lifelong commitment.’

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