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Chapter 8

Neville Bassington arrived in Guilford late on Friday afternoon. Receiving the invitation at the tavern’s lobby desk, he quickly replied, advising he would join the Turner family for dinner. His ship, HMS Providence, had docked at the Woolwich naval yards on Thursday. Usually, the Guildford coach journey from this location on the Thames would be two days’ duration. Neville was not wasting time and arranged the coach’s departure well before first light on Friday morning. With a horse change at Ewell, he was confident of arriving at Guildford around four in the afternoon. Although the coach ride was long, bumpy, and tiring, the sight of Guildford again was welcome and refreshing, a town he found quite enchanting from his last visit. 

Robert South’s Father, the Earl of Fintelton, had dispatched the coach for his son’s use during the planned port stay of four weeks. Hearing of Neville’s journey plans, Robert insisted his friend use the coach. Neville protested, saying he would ride a horse. Still, understanding the distance, Robert would not hear of it and sent Neville off on Friday morning, promising to accompany him on the next visit. 

The naval doctor arriving at his room in the Fox and Hound quickly ordered a bath. A ten-minute relaxing soak would satisfy his yearning for rest before attending the dinner. As he relaxed in the warm water, his eyes began drooping. The water soothed his body and any tension he felt drifted away. Breathing deeply, he was not aware as he fell asleep. 

A knock on the door woke Neville, who found himself in a cold bath—some considerable time had passed. The knock came again, and he heard a soft voice from the door. 

“Lieutenant Bassington, are you all right? It is Anne and Bethany Turner. Doctor Bassington, are you all right?”

Neville jumped out of the bath, threw a towel around his midriff, and answered the knocking. Opening the door, he stood there, dripping water over the carpet, mouth open apologetically.

“I must have fallen asleep in the bath. I am sorry! What time is it? Golly, I’m so sorry!”

Anne and Bethany looked at each other and giggled. Anne laughed as she said, “All is redeemable, Doctor. You are only twenty minutes late – no hurry! My parents are busy entertaining the Rector and his wife. Now, pop some clothes on, and we will escort you.”

He grinned in relief, “My apologies, ladies – I must change – pray, what is the dress standard tonight?”

Bethany said, “A suit will be fine – we are not the aristocracy!” 

Neville looked at Bethany with some puzzlement. Suddenly remembering his lack of clothing, he grabbed the towel around his waist, his eyes opening wide.

Realising the need for a quick introduction, Anne said, “Sorry, Doctor Bassington, let me introduce my elder sister, Bethany.”

Neville smiled, holding his towel tightly, “Good evening, Bethany. Please excuse my appearance!”

Bethany smiled.

Anne quickly said, “We will wait for you downstairs in the lobby.”

Understanding the message, Neville nodded and ducked back inside, closing the door gently. The girls looked at each other with a smirk. They moved towards the lobby but covered their mouths laughing before taking over five paces. 

Arriving at the Turner house, Anne asked Neville, “Now, am I correct – your rank is Lieutenant, and your ship is HMS Providence?’

“That’s correct. But Neville Bassington would do!”

“No, Doctor, we are honoured by your presence – let me do this correctly, please.”

Neville nodded, allowing the two girls entry before following. Anne proudly announced, “Mother, Father, and Friends! May I introduce Lieutenant Neville Bassington of His Majesty’s Ship Providence?”

Jonathan Turner shook Neville’s hand, saying, “Sir, you honour us with your presence this evening.”

Neville sheepishly looked at Jonathan, “My Dear Mr Turner, I must apologise for being late. I fell asleep in my warm bath – the ride from Woolwich was long, and I fear the tiredness overcame my eyes. My apologies again, but I am now well-rested and glad of your company.”

“Wonderful, Lieutenant. Please come through.”

They found a magnificent setting laid out for them in the dining room. The family and guests enjoyed a beautiful dinner with lively conversation. After the first course, Neville passed on a message, “Sir Robert South sends his best wishes and says he would have joined me if it were not for some vital work this week. They will be settling in the new canons on Providence on Saturday and Sunday as the testing voyage is possibly Tuesday or Wednesday next.” 

Eleanora was pleased, “Please thank Sir Robert for his kind words.”  

“Does this mean your ship will be in port over the next few weeks?” Anne was excited, given her pending trip.

“Yes, the Admiralty is keen on full testing before we see Portsmouth again. I am not an expert on the process, but it usually takes longer than planned. However, if it gives us an advantage, we must take it.”

Anne was excited by the coincidence that Robert’s ship would be at Woolwich at the same time as their visit. Now she would have three friends in London. She must tell Neville.

“Lieutenant Bassington! Thomas, William, and I will arrive in Greenwich next Thursday and remain for the week. We will stay with Mr and Mrs McPherson and Marion Steele. The timing is perfect. Perhaps we might arrange a dinner, and we all meet. It would be wonderful if you and Sir Robert could join us. You both have been so kind over the last few weeks.”

“That is amazing. What a coincidence! By the way, everyone, please call me Neville, as I prefer my first name. Our sailing date for Gibraltar was changed as one of the ships tasked for canon refit developed a hull problem, so we were reassigned to Woolwich. That’s why Robert is working now. Providence was the only ship unprepared, so we are now playing catch up. Woolwich is close to Greenwich, so it is only a short carriage trip. I would certainly attend, and Robert should have some free nights by then. Please send us a message about the arrangements.”

Anne was uncertain whether she should have suggested this, but she was relieved to receive this favourable reaction from Neville. She found Robert’s company most enjoyable – his conversation was lively and exciting, with a good sense of humour. Anne found Robert’s descriptions of his travels abroad fascinating, opening a window for her to the outside world. 

Neville was pleasantly surprised by this development; recalling their previous encounter, he pondered whether Robert and Anne were more than friends. The more she spoke of him, the more he suspected a relationship. As Robert was the son of an aristocrat, he would be interested in how Robert managed this.

On the other side of the table, Mrs Turner was aware of Neville’s continuing glances at Bethany and she at him. A tiny candle flame of hope ignited in her imagination that there may be some prospect in this young gentleman. Perhaps his bride was not the navy, and he may enjoy a life in the country - if you could still call Guildford the country.

“Miss Turner, I don’t recall you being here the last time I attended Simeon. Are you normally at home, or are you visiting?’

Beth quickly swallowed some dessert and looked up. She found his conversation welcome. “You are quite right, Doctor Bassington. I am visiting for the week. I am a governess at the home of Reverend and Mrs Charles Upton in Woking. They have five children and require a full-time governess. It is a very convenient position, Guildford being so close.”

“Please call me Neville – we have already been introduced, and I am a family friend. There is no need for titles. I prefer being addressed by my first name. In the Navy, everything is by rank and surname. The use of Christian names is far more comfortable. Tell me then, are you on vacation?”

“It is a special visit. Anne’s recent letter informed me that my mother was unwell, so a week off from my position in Woking was agreed upon. Reverend Upton and his wife are lovely people and were concerned that I should come home and see Mother.”

Jonathan Turner nearly choked on a piece of cake as he became aware of Anne’s letter and the disclosure about his wife’s health. He excused himself and drank some water. Then he gave a few more slight coughs.

“My, my, Father! Neville, we are glad you are present tonight. Are you ill, Father?” Anne appeared sweetly concerned. Eleanora ended these antics by giving Anne a frown. 

“I’m fine – just a bit of cake down the wrong way.” Cough, cough.

Reverend Taggart, keen on hearing more about this young man, entered the conversation, “Neville, now tell me why you joined the navy. And pray from there, I understand, you became a doctor?”

“It is a long story, Reverend, and I hope you will not find it boring. My father, David Bassington, has a small printing and publishing company on Fleet Street. He calls it Bass Printers and Booksellers. He also prints some local rags and does some articles for newspapers. You might not have heard of some of the papers, as their circulations are relatively small with the increased paper tax¹. We have lodgings at Chandos Place near Trafalgar Square. Our family attended a magnificent church there, and my schooling was nearby. Anatomy has always interested me, and I would spend hours reading about physiology and anatomy in my father’s bookshop. My Father worried I was not exercising enough, so I commenced my career in the navy at twelve.

The first few years were challenging; however, with my reasonable level of intelligence, I raced through the naval exams and found myself as a Lieutenant by the age of seventeen. My captain noticed my interest in medicine – he probably could not miss it as I was always helping the surgeon on our ship. I learned a great deal from this – it was like an apprenticeship. So, he recommended me for training as a surgeon. The Navy sponsored me to a medical college, and three years later, I was recognised as a doctor and found myself on active duty again. Robert and I met on HMS Northumberland. He was a midshipman then. Despite my being five years his elder, we became good friends and have served on the same ships together. Although I think Robert’s father may have influenced this with his good connections.”

Reverend Taggart was impressed, “I think I know the church you mean. A magnificent example of classical architecture, Sir. I hope you have kept up with your church practices?’

“Yes, Reverend Taggart. When I get the chance, I attend church and propose attending on Sunday with the Turner family, if I may be so bold?”

Jonathan Turner was most pleased to hear this and did not hold back, “It would be our honour, Sir! Yes, it would indeed!”

“Reverend Taggart, have you read any of the Reverend Simeon’s sermons² or papers? I find his writing inspiring.” Neville recently came across some of Simeon’s printed extracts and was grateful to include them in his conversation.

¹ The Tax on newspapers was introduced early in the eighteenth century to control the press. The tax was substantially increased in the early years of the nineteenth century and resulted in much dissention. Wikipedia

² Rev Charles Simeon 1759 – 1836, published hundreds of sermons distributed throughout England. He is regarded as a great supporter of the evangelical tradition in the

Church of England. His legacy continues to this day through the Charles Simeon Trust. Simeon Association and Mathew Hale Public Library.  

“Yes, they are edifying indeed. You will understand I am an orthodox minister with a liberal persuasion, but I have found some of his sermons most useful and used some of his thoughts in my preaching. As you will find on Sunday!”

“I will enjoy that, Reverend.” 

Having satisfied Reverend Taggart’s curiosity, Neville sought permission for a slight adjournment, “Mrs Turner, I wonder if you would excuse me for ten minutes before tea and coffee. I might go upstairs and quickly check Simeon’s bandages with your permission. I have brought all I need for tomorrow’s plaster cast, but perhaps I might avoid its use. I will return quickly.”

Eleanora, grasping the opportunity for her eldest daughter, quickly replied, “Certainly, Neville. Bethany will show you the way. He may be asleep by now!”

“That is fine. Checking the tightness of the bandage will be easier if Simeon is relaxed.”

Bethany took a candle and led the way for Neville. The house seemed far more extensive this time than previously. He was unsure if it was the candlelight or the calm of fewer people present. The stairs seemed higher as they climbed towards the first floor.

“You must be good with children, Bethany. Your role as a governess seems a success?”

“Thank you – I try - but I’m not sure I’m that good. It is a very demanding job, and I recently told Anne how tiring it is. But it also has benefits, especially once the children are in bed at night. I find time for reading and sometimes write a bit.”

“And what do you read?” 

“A bit of literature and a bit of poetry.”

Neville scratched his head as he searched his mind for a poetry quote, “Ah, I am sure you are fond of the romantics³. What is your favourite? I will suggest it is the one about ‘Daffodils’.”

³ William Wordsworth, 1770 – 1850, was an English romantic poet, who with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped launch the Romantic Age in English literature with their joint publication Lyrical Ballads (1789). Wikipedia.  

“Yes, I love that poem, but the one I like best is the sonnet about Westminster Bridge. You see, the furthest I have ever been from home is Woking. I know a big world exists, and I dream of seeing London someday. The towers, domes, and temples must be magnificent. I am very jealous of Anne visiting Greenwich!”

“I would not worry about that. London has some pretty spots, but mostly, it is crowded, dirty and smelly. I am sure you would find it interesting, and you should see it, but the country, in my opinion, is far better. After I have attended Simeon and your mother tomorrow morning, perhaps you could spare an hour or two and show me the sights of Guildford?”

Bethany swallowed backwards and gave a slight cough as she led Neville towards the next flight of stairs. She was not ready for this, especially so quickly. Yet, she liked the idea.

“I thought being in the navy and coming from the city, you would prefer to remain there?”

Neville looked at her with a grin, “The world! I understand your wish, but I have already seen the Americas, the Caribbean, India, and Africa. From what I have seen so far, Guildford seems more attractive.”

Beth stopped on the first step, turned, and looked at him. In the candle’s light, she could see his face quite clearly. It was a look of quiet contentment. She liked this – something was interesting about this man she had only met a few hours ago. He, too, quietly admired her as if he was breathing oxygen for the first time, and then he looked down in embarrassment. 

“Yes! I will show you the town. But on one condition.”

He looked up, “What might that be, Bethany?”

“That you might at some time guide me around London!”

He laughed, “You are not backward, Miss Bethany!”

“I am certainly serious, Doctor Neville. I have been a governess for nearly two years, and I feel like the world has passed me by.”

Neville drew in a breath and looked deep into her eyes. They were pleading with him. This young woman was telling him something not expected, something he was unsure he desired. Yet she attracted him in a way he could not explain. 

“You have an agreement! – I shall enjoy your company, but I must advise that it may not be as exciting as you expect.”

“Let me be the judge of that!” she giggled, “What time do you think you would be ready in the morning?”

“I plan on sleeping in a bit, as it has been a long journey and a hard week, but I should appear by ten-thirty. I shall probably need an hour with Simeon and then your mother and father. So, let us say eleven-thirty. Let me offer you lunch during our tour. I like the country; it is pristine and cleaner than the city. Also, the food is better in the pubs.”

Bethany did not hold back – she was excited by this invitation, “I would not refuse such a kind invitation. Here is Simeon’s room.” 

After the guests departed, the girls went upstairs together, talking and laughing about what had transpired. Eleanora took Jonathan’s arm and led him back into the drawing room, where they sat and relaxed together. 

“So much is happening, my Darling. I find it hard keeping up!”

“What do you mean, Eleanora?”

“Did you not recognise the attraction between your eldest daughter and Neville? There is a spark there that I believe will build into a fire. Mothers see these things, Jonathan!”

Jonathan sat back and thumbed his chin. He was unaware of any attraction but was not against it. 

“With the possibility of Thomas and Marion’s attachment and possibly Bethany finding a partner, well! Who knows what will happen? Life will change considerably for us, will it not? We shall need a larger house!”

“Jonathan, they will live elsewhere! Not with us.”

“But how will I communicate with Thomas? It is so easy if he lives here!”

Eleanora leaned forward and faced Jonathan. The man was quite intelligent, yet considering the implications of his son’s and daughter’s marriages was not an issue he had ever considered. 

“Jonathan, Thomas is twenty-three. He is more than ready for marriage, finding his own home and having a family. There are issues here that you have not thought through. It may be that Thomas prefers another business besides bakeries. Who knows? These are issues for discussion with him. It is certain that if he does move on, you will need another man who will replace him. Family members cannot do it all.”

“Has he expressed these desires?”

“No, but have you discussed them with him?” 

Jonathan knew Eleanora was right. Planning for these possibilities was becoming a priority. With Thomas away next week, he would have the opportunity to work with Jeb in the bakery for the first time in many months. He would ask Jeb if he would take on more responsibility. Unlike Eleanora, Jonathan did not expect Thomas to move on, but he should prepare in case Thomas did declare his hand. He knew there was a need for more supervisory staff with the business expanding. Perhaps Jeb could nominate someone from among the factory hands. 

“Jonathan, Jonathan, are you listening?”

“Yes – sorry, I was just thinking about the staff!”

“I thought you were, but remember Thomas needs his final suit fittings tomorrow, so please remind him at nine in the morning. Also, Anne must have new dresses for this visit, so she and I will attend Hursts tomorrow morning. Mrs Smith is up to date with the latest fashions and will find something pretty for her. Is transport arranged for their visit?’

“Yes, Dear. I arranged the coach for Wednesday next. On the first day, I will join them. We will remain the night at Richard’s pub in Ewell and have fellowship with his family. Also, Richard and I must discuss plans for the new pub at Epsom. Hopefully, this new maid will have settled in by my return on Thursday.”

“Thank you, Jonathan. It has been a wonderful evening, but I am tired. I will retire now.” She walked over, bending and kissing him on the cheek. “Good night.”

“Eleanora, William will join me at the bakery tomorrow morning. He will be interested in the builders’ work at the new mill. Thomas should be back by eleven, so I will be home with him around that time and hopefully meet with Doctor Neville.”

Turner household, Saturday morning …

Breakfast was the meal that Jonathon Turner enjoyed the most. William and Simeon were always amazed at their father’s morning appetite. They tried but could not match him.

Not aware of the competition, Jonathan said, “William, you will be coming with me this morning. I will inspect the progress on the new mill, and you can assist me. Before we go, make sure you feed Snups. Now get a move on, as Thomas will be expecting us.”

At the mention of his name, the dog wagged his tail and nudged Jonathan’s leg, looking for a pat. Jonathan gave him a rub around the ears, and then William filled his feeding bowl and led him outside. 

Once all the morning chores were complete, Jonathan, William, and Snups set off for the bakery. As they passed the church, Reverend Taggert strode over, coming down the side alley steps. He appeared more relaxed today. 

“Morning, Jonathan, Morning, William.” He gave the dog a stern look. Snups sat down and looked the other way.

Mr Turner stopped, turned and smiled, “Morning, Reverend.”

“Jonathan, I have had word from Dorothy Stephens. She has agreed with our format for the funeral proceedings. So, all is in place for Tuesday morning around eleven. The Stephens family will arrive from London tomorrow, and I will comfort them. It will be a busy day. I would be most thankful if you were there a little before the service.” 

William was intrigued – he knew of Doctor Stephens’ death but not that his father was involved with the funeral service. 

“What are you doing at the funeral, Father?”

Jonathan ignored William and replied, “I will ensure the family is there fifteen minutes before the service.”

Andrew looked first at William and then Jonathan, “Thank you. It will be good for your children as they know Doctor Stephens well. The Mayor and Blacksmith Elliot, with their families, will be attending. I am sure you understand what I am saying. How is Simeon? I assume he needs company and will remain at home. I must be off, Jonathan. Good day.”

Jonathan nodded in agreement and waved as Andrew Taggart walked away, “Good day, Rector.” 

William tugged his father’s arm, “What are you doing at the funeral, Father?”

Jonathan looked down at William and saw the curious little mind working overtime. “I am giving the eulogy!”

“What is a eulogy, Father?”

“It is a talk, usually celebrating the achievements of a person’s life. The eulogy is like Reverend Andrew giving his sermon. Giving the eulogy is an honour, as usually it is given by a son or daughter or a family member. In this case, Mrs Stephens asked me to do it because I knew Doctor Jeremy for a long time.”

“When did you first meet Doctor Stephens, Father?”

“He was a young doctor when I was born in 1777. So that is when I met him, and he was there when you were born, William, in 1820. Some say he was close to sixty, but I think seventy was closer. His was a good, long life.”

Jonathan could see William’s mind ticking over. The boy was quick. If only he possessed more self-control, but he recalled the lad was only six and a half. Perhaps his expectations of William were too great. Jonathan thought back to his childhood – such a long time ago – he was probably the same. 

They walked down the High Street towards the river and docks beside the new mill. The day’s temperature was good, with a clear blue sky, but Jonathan felt it would be hot later. He was keen on the shelter of the bakery building. 

“Why do people die, Father?”

Jonathan was not ready for that question. Considering death was not on his list for this morning. 

“They get old, William and their bodies wear out.”

“But..”

“Not now, William! I have business at the bakery and then the mill. Make sure you hold Snups’ leash tight while we go through the bakery. Don’t let him sniff or start eating anything.”

They entered the bakery, past the rows of ovens, and into the office where Anne sat at her desk. Snups rushed across and put his head on her lap. 

“Hello, Snups! Aren’t you lucky, going for a walk?”

Jonathan, ignoring the dog, said, “How are the figures looking? I thought you were shopping for new dresses.”

Still rubbing Snups, she said, “I am, but I wanted these figures out of the way first.”

Anne turned away from the admiring dog and looked at her expectant father. Understanding he required the sales figures, she held up the ledger for inspection. “Father, the sales are up again. Sales for the week are a little over three thousand five hundred pounds. There must be more people in town! Our flour store is nearly empty, so we need an urgent resupply.”

Thomas entered the office, removing his baker’s apron, “Must be off! Suit fitting time – I’ll return as soon as possible.”

“Thomas, have you talked with Jeb about the flour situation?”

“Yes, Father, he was waiting for your approval. Because it will be short notice, we will pay a hefty price. That new mill of ours is needed. Also, Father, if you would, please check the product at oven number seven, where the new pastries are baking. They look quite special. The new girl, Sophia, has a rare talent. I think she would make a good pastry cook, given time.”

“Yes, I will. Off you go, Thomas, you are late! William secure that dog and then find oven number seven. Ask Sophia for three pastries, no, four pastries, for a tasting. Quick boy!”

Jonathan scratched his head. He knew the church fair was coming, but surely that would not bring so many people into town. Guilford must be growing more than he thought. Maybe that’s why Hamish McPherson was interested. Hamish must know something that Jonathan had missed. 

“Anne, talk with the cart operators and check through the orders. See if there is something that is not normal. Sales do not increase without a good reason. If we order additional flour, we might not require it if sales decrease.”

Anne looked up from her books, “Father, I suggest a small order till we understand the increase.”

“You are right! It may be a one-off occurrence and not continue.”

“I’m not sure, but you can’t make bread without flour!”

Anne went off towards the market searching for the cart drivers – she would be a while. Jonathan sat down, patting Snups, whose tail started waving madly. But Jonathan was far away, wondering about the origin of the increased sales.

Jonathan snapped out of it as William returned with the pastries. Thomas was right – this Sophia must be a magician – the pastries were quite different, almost French. The design was elegant, with rich, crusty pastry scattered with almond slices and sultanas. They each tasted one and found them delicious.

The banking clerks were busy counting and bagging money on the other side of the hallway in the larger office room. Jonathan took the opportunity while William was close and out of earshot of the others. 

William was busily devouring his pastry, “Tastes good too!”

“William, I talked with Reverend Taggart last Monday, and he told me about the incident with Richard and Caleb.”    

William suddenly frowned and watched his father as he continued eating. The pastry was rapidly disappearing into his mouth. 

“Normally, I would give you a beating for this, William, but I was proud when I heard of your standing up for Olivia and her family.” 

William stopped eating.

“Reverend Taggart tells me you and Simeon have a pact about this incident.” William nodded and began chewing again. 

“It is important that you keep this pact. We don’t want anyone knowing our private business, do we?” Jonathan kept the conversation as simple as possible. He knew William could take this in if it were kept simple. The boy looked as if he understood. 

William took another bite of the half-finished pastry, then spoke as he ate, “You mean, like hitting Mama?” William, being six, did not realise the implications of such a statement. 

Jonathan Turner’s hands gripped the desk until his knuckles turned white. He found it difficult to contain himself, “Yes, that’s right. But remember, that was a dream, wasn’t it?”

“I think so …..it’s a long time ago now. Father, could I have another pastry, please?”

“Yes, William, go ahead. Sophia will appreciate hearing how much you enjoyed them. Stay here with Snups while I go down into the factory.” 

Snups followed Jonathan, but the tied leash stopped him. William quickly slipped him the remaining part of his first pastry. The dog settled immediately and chewed up the portion. As he gently lifted his second pastry, William smiled. He was learning that silence had its benefits. 

Jonathan Turner strolled down the stairs into the baking area of the building and stopped at the bottom step. He stretched and relaxed, calming his body down. He pondered, was that a threat his young son had just given him? Surely, a child of his age could not think that deeply. Jonathan leaned against the rail and slowly relaxed. William would keep quiet for now. He was glad the lad would be in Greenwich next week. Hopefully, the navy ships would fill his mind.

At the Turner Household …

Neville Bassington arrived at ten-thirty as promised and finished the plaster on Simeon’s lower arm. Eleanora and Beth were fascinated by this cast – it was amazing how it turned from a paste into a rigid material. The plaster turned white and solidified, making Simeon’s arm immobile. 

He explained, “The cast will dry quickly and appears very tight. But as it dries, it slightly contracts and will loosen. As the plaster contracts, it gives the arm breathing space. Immobilising the arm is the first purpose, but it also protects the arm from injury while healing. This cast will do the trick, and he should recover fully now in about six weeks.”

Simeon kept looking at the cast and found that movement of the complete arm was now possible without hurting. “It is so much better than the bandage.”

“That’s right – I am sure you will see this treatment become commonplace in the coming years. Bethany, if you would fetch me some linen material, I will make a sling for Simeon so he can rest his arm while walking around. Before I see you next time, Simeon, I want your strength built up. So, plenty of exercises.”

Mrs Turner was impressed but a bit unsure how they would remove it. “Neville, how does it come off?”

“In about eight weeks, either I or someone else will come, and we will remove the cast. It is a little tricky, but no harm will be done if we take it slowly. Now, Eleanora, I will wash up, and then I will examine you.”

Jonathan Turner arrived home at eleven thirty and heard talking from the kitchen. There, he found Bethany and Neville waiting for him.

“Bethany, if you would excuse me briefly, I will discuss my examination of Mrs Turner with your father. We might then set off.” Beth smiled as Jonathan led Neville into his study. 

“Doctor Bassington, what have you discovered?”  

Neville paused as he quickly refocused on the details, “Mr Turner, thank you for the warm welcome yesterday evening. I enjoyed dinner greatly, and it is very generous of Bethany to take time for our tour of Guildford today. If this meets your approval, I have ordered lunch for Bethany and myself at the Fox and Hound.”

“That is welcome, Neville!”

“Thank you, Sir! I have examined Mrs Turner, and I find the same symptoms. I still detected some slight jaundice, and she suffers from a lack of strength. The better food over the last week has made a difference, and she has slightly more energy, but that may not last. 

I have no diagnosis for her complaint yet, but I have suspicions. I have seen it before in women. They might live for years, slowly becoming weaker, or the disease is aggressive, and they surrender very quickly. Eleanora seems strong enough and will deliver the baby – that is, reach the full term of the pregnancy, but the actual birth may be devastating for her. It may be fatal, and it may not. These predictions are difficult. I must advise you that the disease will have its way in the long term.”

Jonathan looked up in alarm. 

“It is best to know now and remember this is only my opinion. I would encourage a second opinion. Eleanora knows nothing of this, but I have explained that she is weak and needs plenty of food, exercise, and rest. The employment of an additional maid is welcome, as this will take much stress off her. I would suggest an undercook as well, assisting Mrs Jennings.

I will visit and assist when I am in port, Sir. With your family doctor’s death, I suggest you commence seeking a replacement. She will need regular medical attention from now on. By the way, I have not told any of your children.”

Jonathan was wrestling with what Neville told him, “When you say you expect the disease will have its way! Do you mean she will die?”

“I’m afraid so. I have seen the same symptoms before, and there is little we can do.”

“How much time will I have with her?”

“It seems that she will reach the forecast date of the birth, but after that, things could happen far quicker. I would not expect her to last more than six months after giving birth. I am sorry, Jonathan, that I cannot do more - this must be distressing for you. I think your wife shouldn’t know the issues here until after the birth, Sir. We must keep her in the best spirits possible. I know you will wish for privacy now, and consider this yourself. Perhaps there will be further questions. May I suggest we talk again after church tomorrow if that is convenient?”

“Thank you, Neville. You have provided a lot of information. If you would excuse me, I need time for contemplation now.” 

Neville found Bethany in the kitchen, “Shall we go?” 

As they walked down the High Street, Beth noticed Neville was deep in thought. He was far away. She stopped before him and said, “Neville, if I show you Guildford, I must have your full attention.”  

He shook himself, “Sorry, I was miles away. Where were we?” 

“In Guilford!”

Bethany took Neville along High Street towards the river for the first part of their tour. They passed the family’s church, not entering as he would be there tomorrow. Then, down past the Guildhall with its bracket clock and through the Tunsgate corn market in front of the tavern, where several of Turner’s bakery carts conducted a busy trade. She purchased a small pastry for him so he could taste her father’s product. They continued down the High Street past many shop windows towards the river.

Neville said, “Before we go past the Fox and Hound, how about lunch?”

Bethany thought this a good idea, so they visited the hotel’s dining room. 

“Tell me, Bethany! Last night, you seemed very definite that you don’t enjoy being a governess?”

“Please, Neville, don’t misunderstand what I said. An unmarried woman must do something; being a governess is a good occupation. I love the children, but they are not my own, so there is only so much that I can do for them. But it is a full-time job, and nothing is left of the day once the children are in bed.

I certainly read and write, but it is not the same as being here with my family. If it were possible, I would remain here. I am sure that would not make my father happy.”

“Why is that?”

“He has these romantic visions that by being with the Uptons at Woking, I will meet all the eligible young men in town. I can assure you it is entirely the reverse. I am the babysitter who must keep the children out of sight when visitors come. I have hardly met a soul in nearly two years except for the local shopkeepers. 

Before I was a governess, I was like Anne and thought I would see much of the world before settling down. But now, I am faced with the prospect of living in Woking for some time. But that is not my dream. I will take you into my confidence. As I have not advised my parents, will you promise not to inform them?”

“I promise!”

“I have been making enquiries about positions in London. Now I have some experience and references. I think I stand a good chance.”

“Have you any offers yet?”

“No, not yet! But my agent tells me it will not be long as parents start looking in July, ensuring they are ready for the next school year.”

“So, you may be in London soon. I must prepare for your tour. It will occur sooner than I thought.” 

“You mean you will keep our agreement and show me around London?”

“Bethany, there was never any doubt. It will be my pleasure!” 

Neville enjoyed the sunlight coming through the window and shining on her long brown hair. Her smile was delightful, and her personality was so warm. She was genteel and would be presentable at any level of society. Bethany was an unnoticed jewel hidden in a rectory at Woking.

There was this growing feeling of attraction for her that he found pleasant. It was as if they fitted each other, yet they had only met yesterday. Her smiling face, radiant complexion and flowing hair were now becoming a part of him. He would be content in her presence forever. Then it struck him – this attraction he felt for her was love!

Could it be that there was such a thing as love at first sight?

For a moment, he wrestled with this idea. He was a man of science, and his diagnosis could not be correct. Was it possible that one could become so acquainted with a woman this quickly? Many years ago, he asked his father how he would know who he should marry. His father told him, “The explanation is difficult. But you will know when you meet her!” He was right. None of the hundreds of women introduced during his travels affected him like Beth. She was the girl for him. But what could be done? 

“Neville, I think you have drifted off again!”

Neville was smiling at her conversation, not noticing his long silence. 

“Ah, yes! It is a thing we doctor types do! We drift off into a dream, distracted from the present. Please excuse me. We should order.”

Bethany began giggling.

“What is it, Beth?” 

“I was thinking of last night. My first meeting with you was when you were dripping wet from your bath, and there was only a towel around you. It was so funny.” Her giggle turned into laughter. 

At first, he sat there and blushed. But then he saw that the laugh was not of derision but affection. He chuckled himself, recalling the scene. They both laughed until the tears ran down their cheeks. 

The rest of the tour covered the River Wey and its canal and locks. They walked in the summer sunshine across the cricket green and past Dapdune wharf, then back past another remarkable church and up Castle Street, where there was a magnificent view of the ruins of Guilford castle and the valley. Then they strolled through the market, past Tunsgate and up High Street towards the Turner home. 

All the time, they talked and shared their life experiences. In growing confidence, they shared their childhood adventures, their parents, their dreams and aspirations, their downfalls, and the little mundane things that sometimes were so funny. Bethany felt free in his company. Talking so freely with a man had never been possible for her before, but with Neville, it seemed natural. 

As they neared the house, he asked her, “If you married, would you wish to stay in Guildford?” 

Bethany stopped walking. She thought this was a very personal question. He must be thinking of marriage. Is he thinking of me? 

“I always thought I would, as the family is important, but it depends on the man. If I was truly in love, and the right man proposed, I would follow wherever he led me, perhaps the ends of the earth if he asked!”

Bethany was amazed at how easily her words flowed out. They taught her that being forward was not ladylike at her finishing school. She was surprised at herself, at being so open. It was as if she felt comfortable trusting Neville with any secret. Was it just his doctor’s bedside manner, or was this the man she would find a life with forever?

They both looked down, and there was a short, embarrassing silence. Neville contemplated that if she left for London, some other young gentleman would discover and marry her. He would be away at sea and miss his chance. The time was right for him to end his life in the Navy. If he went to sea again, he would miss his chance with this wonderful girl. He would not let this happen. He must find a way of telling her of his love for her. 

Neville seemed about to say something, but then he hesitated. She knew then that he was on the verge of saying something important. Could it be that he might propose? She blushed and looked down again. 

She must encourage him. “But surely, Neville, this is a funny question as it has not happened, so I may never know what I may answer?”

Bethany’s response spurred him into action. 

“Bethany, I look forward to attending church with your family tomorrow. I know there will be many people and much socialising afterwards, and we may not have much time together. So, might I ask that you see me after lunch, say at three o’clock? There is an important question that I must ask you!” 

She looked him straight in the face with a knowing expression. She blushed, but then it subsided. She looked down and then up at this tall, handsome man. His kind face carried a worried expression.

He waited for her answer, praying that she would see him. 

Her expression changed into a determined look.

“Neville, if it is so important, why can’t you ask me now while we are alone and free from disturbance?”

Neville was surprised by this demand but welcomed it. “I have only known you for a day, Bethany, but I feel as if I have searched for you all my life. I have never enjoyed someone’s company so much. Perhaps I should think again tonight, so it is two days since I have known you before I ask this question.” Neville seemed slightly perplexed as she seemed keen on hearing the question.

“Neville, another night will not make any difference in how I answer?”

This statement hit Neville like a broadside of forty-eight canons. It was as if she could read his mind. It was uncanny. Neville swallowed. He smiled and looked serious again; he took a breath and opened his mouth when she said, “Neville, I should be sitting down for this. You understand the routine!” There were some steps beside the entrance to the church. They walked over, and he assisted her onto the third step. 

Thomas Turner wandered up the street towards home, saw them and went over. He said, “Hello, Neville and Beth. How was your walk by the river?” There was no answer.

Neville and Beth could not hear anything; they were so focused on each other as Neville went down on one knee and held her hands in his. 

“Miss Bethany Turner, would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

Beth cried with tears, “Yes, Neville, Yes! I have been waiting for you all my life also.”

Some other people stopped and watched. 

They stood, and they kissed.

Thomas mused, ‘I guess the walk went pretty well then!’

Neville and Beth then saw Thomas and the bystanders watching. They welcomed Thomas into their embrace. 

Thomas said, “Let my congratulations be the first. My instinct told me something might be up last night. I am so glad for you both. I will not say anything until you have time with my parents. God bless you both!” 

They said together, “Thank you, Thomas.”

 He laughed, hugged them both, and then walked home. 

Neville walked Bethany to the front door of the Turner house. As before, the conversation just flowed continuously. The joy of romance just radiated from them.

“I will come and see your father tomorrow after church, Beth. I must let you go in now, as it has been a wonderful day.”

“Neville, I can’t keep this a secret all night. You must come in now and face the music. This afternoon, you have made me the happiest girl in the world. Becoming engaged is the biggest moment of my life. We will see them together.”

Neville swallowed, smiled, and nodded in agreement, and they went in.