Daisychain Summer. Elizabeth Elgin

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СКАЧАТЬ November day. Over! Soon, she and Andrew would be together and nothing and no one would part them again.

      Then the telegram came in its small, yellow envelope. Andrew dead, six days before the Armistice. She didn’t just dread telegrams. She hated them.

      ‘Probably good news, from France,’ Miss Clitherow had smiled, though her eyes were anxious.

      ‘Of course.’ It would have been kinder, could her mother have phoned. One day, people said, it would be as easy to telephone from France as it was to ring up the grocer – but until then …

      She slit open the envelope. She should have known, she supposed. And hadn’t she expected it?

      Aunt Sutton passed peacefully away. Returning immediately. It was signed Sutton.

      ‘No!’ Julia handed over the telegram. ‘Read it …’

      ‘I’m sorry. So very sorry. What can I do – say – to help?’

      ‘Nothing, Miss Clitherow.’ From which Sutton had the telegram come? Which – or both? – was returning immediately, and when? What was she to do?

      ‘What will happen, Miss Clitherow? Surely they’ll bring her home to Rowangarth?’ Tears spilled from her eyes and she shook her head in bewilderment. ‘And did they get there in time, I wonder.’

      ‘The telegram was sent a little after noon; see – the time on it …’

      ‘Then they would be there, with her?’

      ‘Be sure they would, Miss Julia. Now let me ring for tea for you and then, perhaps, it might be wise to telephone Pendenys.’

      ‘No. Uncle Edward is in France, remember, and Aunt Clemmy and Elliot are in London. We’ll have to wait – stay by the phone; they’ll ring, once they get to Dover. And no tea, thanks.’ She strode to the dining room, pouring a measure of brandy, drinking it at a gulp, pulling in her breath as it hit her throat.

      Rowangarth was plagued. First Pa, then the war and now Aunt Sutton – accidentally, and before her time.

      She slammed down the glass, running, stumbling up the stairs to the little room where Drew lay asleep. Drew was all right. She drew in a shuddering breath. What was there to do, now, but wait? Andrew, I need you so …

      She closed the door quietly, trying to ignore the ringing of the doorbell. Let Tilda cope with it. She wanted no more bad news, no intrusions into her sudden grief. She wanted to weep, to cry out her sorrow – but in whose arms?

      She walked slowly, reluctantly, down the stairs, then ran into the welcoming, waiting arms she had so longed for.

      ‘Nathan! How I need you!’ Her cousin, thinner than ever, his skin bronzed by the African sun.

      ‘Tears, Julia? What is it, old love?’

      ‘Oh, my dear! You just home and to such sadness.’ She hugged the young priest to her, giddy with relief. ‘But you are always around, somehow, when I need you. Come inside, won’t you?’ She pushed the crumpled telegram into his hands, then placed a hand over her mouth. ‘Sorry. Brandy. I needed it …’

      ‘Always around? But I came because when I got home they told me Pa was in France and Elliot and mother in London. Thought I’d come here, and find out what’s going on.’

      ‘Read it, Nathan.’

      ‘I’m sorry.’ He reached out, gathering her to him again. ‘I know how deeply you cared for Aunt. Is that why Pa is in France?’

      ‘Yes, and mother, too. Injured, the telegram said. They went at once.’

      ‘All right, love. Let it come.’ He had taken it calmly, but a priest must soon learn to cope with grief. ‘Then tell me, uh?’

      ‘There’s nothing to tell. Monsieur Bossart sent the telegram; Mother and Uncle Edward would get there late last night. I was waiting – for good news.’

      ‘You’re cold, shaking. Come and sit down. I’ll put a match to the fire.’

      ‘Don’t go, Nathan? Stay with me? I can’t cope with this. Stay at Rowangarth, tonight?’

      ‘Of course I will. Not a lot of use being at home, come to think of it; no one there. I’ll just nip back to Pendenys and pick up a few odds and ends. Won’t be long. We’ll have a pot of tea when I get back. Chin up, Julia?’

      Gently he kissed her forehead. Always there when she needed him? And he always would be, just as he would always love her, though please God she would never know.

      ‘Only be a few minutes,’ he smiled. ‘And then I hope to meet my godson. He’s well?’

      ‘Drew’s fine – wonderful – walking and talking. But hurry back, Nathan – please?’

8

      Exactly on time the train from King’s Cross to Edinburgh pulled into York station and Julia wished she could have brought Drew to see the thundering green monster that hauled it. But her mother was returning from France and it was not a day for watching trains.

      ‘Dearest!’ Julia saw her at once; saw sorrow in her face, the sorrow they all felt.

      ‘Oh, my dear! Awful. So awful.’

      ‘Hush, now.’ Julia took her hand, holding it tightly. ‘The Holdenby train is already in. Let’s get ourselves settled.’

      With luck they would find an empty compartment and her mother could pour out the heartbreak she had carried with her from the bedside of a dying woman.

      ‘I spent last night in London,’ Helen offered when they were seated on the train that would take them to the tiny, one-line station. ‘I wanted to get back, but –’ It had been her instinct to make like a small, bewildered animal for the safeness that was Rowangarth, but there had been things to do. ‘I went to see Anne Lavinia’s solicitors, you see – and her doctor. Only when I told him she had died, would he tell me.’

      ‘I know Aunt had seen him last time she was in London, but she made nothing of it.’

      ‘Well, it wasn’t nothing. She had a serious heart condition; she shouldn’t have been riding that great strong horse. Probably that was why she took a tumble. She didn’t regain consciousness – died not long after we got there.’

      ‘She went the way she’d have wanted to.’ Julia’s mouth was right with hurt. ‘Will it be in France?’ She couldn’t say the word; not burial.

      ‘No. We want to bring her home. She was born at Rowangarth and your Uncle Edward and I want her in the Sutton plot. She’ll be near your Pa. When all the French formalities have been seen to, Edward will come home with – with her.’

      ‘When?’ The train began to move. Julia looked out to see the Minster towers, blinking her eyes against tears.

      ‘A week today, I think it will СКАЧАТЬ