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At Guildford …

Snups’ nose rested on the bed near Simeon’s ear. He gently licked again until Sim turned the other way. The dog persisted, turning his attention to William and nudging his shoulder. Sitting up, William stroked the dog’s head and watched as he ran over and scratched at the closed door. Simeon’s eyes were now open, and he wondered why his ear was wet.

“Sim, I think he needs a walk!”

Simeon sat up and rubbed his eyes. Opening the window, he could see the mist clearing towards the river. He turned and patted an increasingly agitated Snups.

“Yep, let’s go.” The boys pulled on their clothes and opened the door, releasing Snups into the second-floor hallway.

They felt more freedom than usual with their parents in London and only Anne in charge. Walking downstairs through the quiet house, Simeon told Mrs Jennings they were taking Snups for a walk. A yawning housekeeper counselled that a return before breakfast would be advisable.

Making their way along the empty High Street, they felt the morning chill of early autumn. As they crossed the River Wey at the High Street bridge, they stopped and looked downstream towards the wharf, where several men were unloading three barges. A dog on the closest barge rushed among the men unloading the cargo. Snups saw the dog and started barking wildly.

Simeon sternly said, “Quiet Snups, that’s enough!” and then looked back at the wharf. The other dog barked back but soon lost interest and continued darting between the men.

Once across the bridge, they headed up the river, where weeping willows dipped into the water, making a wonderland of greenery and small islands. Here was a place where imaginations could run wild.

“Here, boy, catch this!”

Willian threw a large stick out into the water. Snups watched the small branch fly over his head and, without hesitation, jumped into the water after it. Grabbing it in his mouth, the dog swam back, scrambled out of the water, ran to William, and dropped the stick at his feet. Snups then shook himself, splattering water all over the lad. Simeon laughed as he saw William jump.

“You should know by now that he would do that!”

Wiping the water off as best he could, William turned towards Simeon. “I forgot, Sim! At least there is not much mud in it. But Anne will notice for sure.”

“She won’t mind. She has bigger things on her mind.”

The boys moved further up the river, where a walking bridge crossed the water, meeting a track below the castle ruins. Calling Snups, they ran up the slope, imagining they were Norman invaders taking the castle. Snups, lingering at the riverbank, looked up, barked, and flashed after them up the hill. At the top, breathing heavily, they sat on a log.

“What bigger things has Anne on her mind, Sim?”

“She is having dinner with Robert’s sister and mother tonight, and I think she is a bit worried about it.”

“Why is she worried?”

“Think about it, William! She hasn’t met them before, and she likes Robert and needs to impress them.”

William blinked as he thought about this.

“You mean she wants to marry Robert, so she needs to be good friends with the sister and mother so he gets permission.”

“You are not as dumb as you look, Will!”

“Why are they all getting married? They should stay here at home and have fun like we always have. If they get married and move away, then father concentrates more on us, and I am the one who usually gets belted.”

“The bigger we get, the less he will belt us, Will.”

“I’m not getting big enough, fast enough!”

“You are as tall as me and two years younger. I think you will be quite tall when you grow up.”

“Growing up. It never happens. Each morning, I wake up, and I’m the same. One day, when I’m big, I will give father a belting.”

“We better get home soon before Anne is awake, or she will give us a belting.”

They both jumped up and started running down Market Street, dashing between the arriving stallholders and following the High Street towards home. Snups barked as he caught up with them, running past and onto the house.

Anne opened one eye, hearing Snups barking as the three bounded up the street. She looked at the clock; it was six-fifteen, time she was up and about. Today would be long and busy. She sighed. So much work at the bakery and then the dinner tonight. The new gowns would be ready, and she must pick them up sometime during the morning. She liked getting dressed up and having dinner out, but not on her own without support. She shuddered at what might happen tonight and recalled how Robert had convinced her. She should never have agreed.

The Black Swann, Ewell ...

Jonathon Turner was pleased with their progress after a good breakfast at Ewell and some quick farewells. It was now twelve-thirty as they approached Lewisham, having completed most of the trip. The plan was to stop at the McPherson’s for luncheon, where they would leave Marion and Thomas and then head off for London. Jonathon was concerned for his wife, who was now approaching mid-term in her pregnancy. A long trip by coach such as this would not help her condition.

Neville Bassington saw the look on Jonathon’s face and reassured him, “Jonathon, she is fine. A good break at Greenwich and some lunch will give her plenty of energy for the final few miles into London.”

“Thank you, Neville. I have been worried about this trip for some time. While I understood we must make the journey, I also knew Eleanora’s health must come first. She will need an early evening tonight.”

“Perhaps a good rest this afternoon for a couple of hours. I’m sure my parents will wish for her presence at dinner. My sister, Megan, will be attending as well.”

“Of course, Neville, of course.”

Jonathon sat back, looking worried. Eleanora patted him on the knee.

“I am fine, Jonathon. We are close now, and the McPhersons will be expecting us.”

Neville smiled as he saw them talking and Jonathon showing some slight signs of relief. On the other hand, Bethany was taking in everything outside the carriage.

“I have kept my promise!”

Bethany was surprised, “What promise?”

“To show you London!”

“Neville, this is Lewisham, not London!” She laughed, “Yes, you have kept your promise, but we are only beginning. I want to see everything!” Having never travelled any further than Woking, Bethany relished each site as it passed by. The big world out there was proving fascinating for her.

“Perhaps not everything – time will determine what we see now.”

“Saint James Palace would be a good start, and then the Palace of Westminster. Harley Street, where you will set up your London practice, would also be good!”

“The first two are close by; perhaps we could stroll while your mother rests this afternoon. Harley Street, probably tomorrow. We will need the carriage for that.”

The coach moved on towards Greenwich.

In Guildford …

Anne spent two hours working in the bakery when she realised it was ten o’clock. Rushing off to Hurst’s, she picked up her new gowns and took them home. After laying the dresses on her bed and quickly admiring them, it was time to hurry back down the High Street through the crowds and into the bakery. Soon, she was deep in thought, reviewing the figures. Jeb knocked on the wood of her desk.

“Miss Anne?”

Anne was miles away, considering the trends for this week. She rubbed her eyes and sat up straight, focusing on Jeb.

“You have a visitor!”

Anne peered around Jeb and saw a handsome young lady, about her age or perhaps a year older and close to her height, holding William’s hand. The boy had a cheeky grin on his face. Anne stood up with a half-smile and a look of curiosity. She was wondering who this young woman could be.

“William, who is this?”

In a fine voice, the young lady said, “Now, William, you may officially introduce us.” William stood as straight as he could, took a big breath, and looked at the young lady for

reassurance.

“Go on! Just as we practised, William.” She encouraged him.

In a small child’s voice, he said, “Miss Anne Turner, may I introduce Lady Emma South.”

Anne gasped in surprise. This meeting took Anne entirely by surprise. Anne was in her work smock, with no powdered face and looking like an office clerk, meeting one of the most important ladies in the neighbourhood. Anne steadied herself, straightened her smock, and brushed the hair out of her face. Her mouth was still open as Emma started the conversation.

“My Dear Anne, I must ask your forgiveness for meeting you unannounced, but as I will explain, there are some good reasons for this. I am so glad to meet you.”

“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Emma. I was not expecting you until this evening. If I had known, I would have dressed more respectfully. Please forgive my appearance. My father is in London, leaving me with much responsibility. But it is a pleasure meeting you.”

Anne saw that Emma’s warm smile was the same as Robert’s, but she was more focused and wore fashionable clothes. Her travelling suit was well-tailored and smart indeed, matching her soft brown hair tied in a bun. Anne assumed she had full-length hair that would be let out tonight.

Emma thought as she smiled at Anne, ‘What can he see in this girl? Wearing a smock and working in her father’s factory or bakery!’ Emma was happy she had caught Anne off-guard, but she recalled Robert’s comments about her class. She felt a little ashamed of her pride.  Despite the smock and ruffled hair, she saw a glimmer of the beauty Neville had mentioned.

“Anne, I understand you are on a first-name basis with my brother Robert, so I would ask that I be on a first-name basis with you if that is acceptable?”

“Certainly Lady ....... I mean Emma.”

“I called at your home but only found the servants there and, of course, William. So, William and I have become acquainted, and he told me how Robert came across your family.

Fascinating. So, I asked William to escort me down here and formally introduce us. Time is short, and I wished to meet with you before my mother arrives. We must discuss some unforeseen changes in our plan. Would you be having lunch soon? I will join you for a chat if that is acceptable.”

“Certainly, Milady.....sorry, I mean Emma! When I first met Robert, I had no idea who he was, and we became acquainted as equals. Now that I am informed, there is far more formality involved.”

“I understand, Anne. Let us be friends, shall we?”

“Yes, I would like that. William, please find Jeb and ask him for a packet of pastries.”

“Enough for me, too?” William looked up in hope.

“You did an excellent job of introducing Lady Emma, so yes, enough for you, too.”

William needed no encouragement; lunchtime was close, and he was hungry. Emma smiled as he bustled off looking for Jeb, “I did a bit of coaching with him on the way down – he was unsure of the correct words for an introduction. He did very well! He seems a very energetic little man and knowledgeable for his age.”

“Yes, Emma, he is street smart and a handful at times, but he is also a deep thinker when we can slow him down. Perhaps you could join me on the walk home and have some lunch? We will talk privately there.”

“That would be lovely, Anne. I will ask Mr Stem to drive William home with the pastries.”

“Mr Stem is back! He was very courteous when we met earlier in the week.”

“He is a fine man, and we shall both require his protection tonight. But firstly, you may show me some of the sights of Guildford as we walk.”

Anne tidied her desk, handed Audrey Stern some papers and issued some instructions quickly. She passed across a box of documents and rechecked her desk. Having advised where she would be, they set off.

Emma noticed the size of the bakery when she entered. There were people everywhere – it was quite an operation.

“So, your father leaves you in control of all this?”

“Not exactly – we have a bakery manager, Jeb, who showed you in. He is not so involved in the figures. I take care of the accounting and the money. The bakery is experiencing significant growth, and I was checking the records for the origin. There is an increased presence of the military visiting Chilton, and we supply the bread there, so that must contribute some of it. The unexplained increase is around five hundred pounds a week. Not that anyone is complaining.”

“An extra five hundred pounds a month. That is a lot of money!”

“A week! Yes, it is a lot. The population of Guildford and the surrounding area is rapidly

increasing, and we have a large range of products. It is not only bread but also pastries, cakes and biscuits. Our accounting problem is recording the sales and not having it directly connected with the invoices and costs. Cash flow is up, and debtors are also up, which is inconsistent. So, there is probably more money somewhere in the system that we have missed. I need the system changed so it is clearer.”

Emma was quite impressed. The detail was already confusing, and this girl was one year younger than her. She spoke confidently and with poise. Her posture was perfect, and she communicated explicitly but in a gentle, friendly way that made Emma feel at ease. Her father trusted her with managing large amounts of money far greater than the Fintelton estate would see in a month. She was already noticing there was something different about Anne Turner.

As they approached Hursts, Anne said, “That is a beautiful travelling suit you are wearing. Would you mind if we stopped for a few minutes so Mrs Smith may see it?”

“Thank you, Anne. I usually only receive praise like that from my mother. It would be a pleasure. Now, who is Mrs Smith?”

“She is our senior seamstress and manager of the family’s Tailor’s shop in Guildford. Mr Wall is the manager of the chain in Woking and sometimes visits. Mrs Smith is a darling – you will like her – she loves new ideas.”

Emma saw Malcolm Stem passing in the carriage with William beside him. As she looked at him, she raised her eyebrows. He gave her a knowing smile and respectful nod, continuing his talk with William as they passed. William waved, and Emma and Anne waved back. `Such a friendly and refined family,’ Emma thought.

Once at the Turner household, Emma and Anne sat in the dining room and took some tea, sandwiches and a pastry. Mrs Jennings made sure there was sufficient before leaving them.

Sipping her tea, Emma said, “My apologies again for arriving early, Anne, but there are complications for our dinner tonight, and I thought I must forewarn you so events do not take you by surprise.”

“That is very kind of you, Emma, though I am slightly worried about what this involves. Robert’s idea was dinner for you and me alone, but now I shall also meet your mother. I’m unsure what you or your mother will think of me in meeting this way.”

Emma smiled at Anne, “From what Robert tells me, I understand that the two of you are close friends. He has the highest regard for you and desires friends for you at Fintelton when you visit next year.”

Anne found this consistent with Robert’s plan.

Emma continued, “Anne, I love my brother, Robert, dearly and will assist as best as possible, as long as it does not put me at odds with my family. You will understand that a girl’s security comes from her family.”

“Yes,” Anne thought of Bethany’s same words on Wednesday night.

“Robert’s initial plan was most dangerous, as it would put both of us at risk of annoying my parents. So, I changed the plan. This way, you would become my friend, and the invitation to Fintelton would come from me. Robert is keen for proper introductions with my parents and some association before any attachment becomes known. He believes this path will assist them as they are class-conscious and seldom meet people outside their circles. They follow a strict rule of association. This Guilford visit is quite out of step, and I must praise my mother for agreeing to come. I was surprised when she readily agreed.”

“But surely Emma, you too must move in these circles?”

“Yes and no. In London, we do, but in the country, not so much anymore. You see, politics and the economy are forcing change on the aristocracy. They struggle with this, especially with finances. The increase in the window tax¹ is not helping. I am sure people like my parents will find life vastly different in the next decade. Why? Because they find it difficult to understand the changes occurring in our country. But that is beside the point. Let us talk about our plan. We planned the dinner tonight for yourself, my mother and me. Unfortunately, my brother, Sir Hugh, is joining us.”

¹ The Window Tax was a property tax based on the number of windows in a house. It was increased in 1825. Wikipedia.

“Robert has mentioned him.”

“I must explain about Sir Hugh. He is six years older than Robert and will become the next Earl of Fintelton. Due to the entailment law, he will inherit the estate. He is not interested in detail and maintains the same old farming practices. It is more complicated than I relate, but we shall discuss this later. My father is ageing and has placed the estate management in his hands. Thankfully, Mr Stem, a very honourable man, keeps things in order. My brother lives a dangerous life and craves alcohol and women. He spends most of his time at alehouses and houses of ill repute. Of course, I tell you this in absolute confidence and for your protection. My mother and father would not entertain such tales and are unaware of Sir Hugh’s pursuits.”

“I am surprised, Emma, as Robert is such a gentleman. He did tell me that Hugh was a bit cold!”

“My father and mother arranged a good marriage partner for him some years ago. From a very honourable and wealthy family, the young lady broke it all off after she found him most disagreeable. Unfortunately, he became drunk and attempted to beat her into bed, but she was saved by a servant who heard the commotion. She and her family left the house that night, ending any chance of an attachment. My parents have not tried again since then. Hugh never apologised for the incident, and his behaviour has worsened.”

These comments made Anne shudder. She thought of her father’s actions against her mother. If Emma ever found out, what would she think of her? What would Robert think? Anne was becoming agitated as the lone guardian of the Turner home while her parents were away.

“And you say he is coming tonight?”

“Unfortunately, yes. There was nothing I could do about it. In his mindlessness, Father was pleased as he felt Hugh would provide us ladies with some protection. However, I have sought protection and ensured that Mr Stem guards us against Hugh. He will be outside the hotel on call tonight if Hugh does not behave. It is the best I can do with such short notice.”

“That will be sufficient, Emma. If he is a gentleman of any sort, he will behave for Mr Stem.”

“Yes, that was my thought, too, so I think we are safe. May I say it may not be the most agreeable conversation at dinner tonight? I know the importance Robert places on this dinner, so I would plead that you do not judge my family on Hugh’s behaviour. If I know Hugh, he will be getting drunk at the White Rabbit in Petersfield; then, he will ride here in time for dinner. Hopefully, some of the drink will have worn off by dinner.”

Anne sat there silently, petrified about the looming danger. It all seemed so possible when she was with Robert. What faced her now was a horror story that she would rather avoid. Why should she expose herself in this way? Indeed, a more prudent approach would be to cancel.

Emma recognised Anne was tense and thinking hard. Perhaps her explanation overstepped the mark. Yet, given the information Robert entrusted her with, she must protect this girl. It would be a tragedy if Anne mistook Hugh’s compliments as those of a gentleman. She knew what would happen. It sickened her that she must warn young women about her brother’s evil pursuits.

“Anne, it will be alright. You will be protected, and I will guarantee your safety. The only thing I cannot protect you from is Hugh’s vulgar comments. However, from what I have seen of you today, I think you are a very mature young lady who will handle this situation well.”

Anne was not so sure. “Perhaps we could call the dinner off and meet in the morning. That would be far easier. I am not keen on being involved in a situation tonight.”

Emma now realised she had overstepped the mark. Anne was showing good sense in avoiding any vulgar meetings. There must be some other way of eliminating the threat from the evening. The more guests attending the dinner, the less likely Hugh would have to embarrass his family, so she suggested this.

“Anne, is there anyone else we might invite tonight? Friends or acquaintances! If some friends were with you at dinner, this would help balance the situation and give you more confidence.”

Anne readily agreed with this. She started thinking of the best person who would provide her with protection. “The Reverend Andrew Taggart and his wife Laura are good family friends. The Taggarts are a respectable company, and your mother will find them acceptable.”

Emma saw that Anne felt immediately more confident about the evening.

“Anne, we should visit the good Reverend straight after lunch.”

Anne was impressed by how quickly Emma made decisions.

“I think so too. Why, even the most difficult man would behave in the presence of a minister of religion, and we both must behave as well!” The girls smiled at each other and started giggling.

At Greenwich ...

Hamish and Marjorie McPherson waved goodbye to the party, thanking them for the hand-delivered wedding invitation, which they verbally accepted. Marjorie was still talking with Eleanora as the coach pulled out, her last words trailing away, “We will discuss it on Tuesday when you return, my Dear. Bye now .....”

Following Marion and Thomas inside, Marjorie said, “Quickly, children, Archdeacon Handle expects us this afternoon, and we will lock in the date. I already have two hundred and fifty on the guest list, and we must mail the invitations quickly so guests can reserve the date. For dinner on Tuesday, I will invite the Archdeacon and his wife to meet your parents, Thomas.”

“Splendid!” said Thomas. “Let’s go!”

Hamish stood there smiling, watching the performance. He was not worried about the cost, as his main concern was the date. He thought, ‘What a great day it will be.’ The wedding offered an occasion where his success and business would be displayed. He entrusted Marjorie with most of the guests invited but occasionally suggested appropriate additions. Hamish wanted his brewery here in Greenwich, figuring prominently at the wedding. He was still thinking about how he would achieve this.

During lunch, Thomas met James McPherson, who was visiting from the north. James would visit Greenwich several times during the rest of the year, and Hamish was keen that Thomas and James review the systems at the Woolwich brewery. Thomas readily agreed, eager to learn from him, especially now that breweries were his future and desiring the opportunity with James.

At Guildford ...

Sitting outside on the portico, William threw a ball and caught it. Snups occasionally would jump for the ball, but William was too quick for him, grabbing it before the dog. The portico rail partially obscured the young lad from street view. However, the dog barking and jumping made it evident that he was there. He noticed an older man seated behind the fence in front of their church some way down High Street on the other side. The man was relaxed but occasionally straightened and peered in William’s direction. It was as if he was keeping the house under observation.

William scratched his head and remembered seeing the man the day before. He thought nothing of it as many people sometimes rested there and then moved on. Sometimes, Mrs Taggart would give them some water or talk with them. The man slowly moved towards the end of the fence and sat down again where there was a better view of the Turner home.

William was suspicious. Followed by Snups, he went inside, up the two flights of stairs and found Simeon reading a novel left by Anne from the library. Simeon was always reading and sometimes needed stirring into action.

William moved closer, interrupting Simeon’s reading. “Sim, come to the front window and look at this.”

Sim, annoyed at being disturbed, said, “Look at what?”

“An old man is watching our house from across the street.”

“Oh, all right.”

Simeon followed William out, and they both peered through the hallway window.

“Where?’

William screwed up his eyes and peered down, searching the opposite side of the street. The man was gone.

“A man was sitting there watching our place, but he is gone now. I’m sure I saw him there yesterday.”

“There probably was, but he was watching everything else too. He was resting there as all the other people do. I think your imagination got the better of you.”

William was disappointed. He was uneasy about this. But perhaps Sim was correct, and he dismissed it.

“Let’s take Snups for a walk, Sim.”

‘Not now. I am reading this book. Maybe later.”

William shrugged, returned downstairs, and told Mrs Jennings he and Snups were going for a walk.

“Don’t go too far, please. Anne is going out tonight, and dinner will be early!” Mrs Jennings wanted everything done before Anne left. Aggie was upstairs helping Anne with her dressing.

William darted out the front door onto the portico, where he put Snups on a leash. The two of them headed off down High Street towards the river. As they approached Abbot’s Hospital², Snups slowed and started a low growl. William, sensing danger, quickly glanced in the direction of Snups' line of sight. Everything looked normal.

² Abbot’s Hospital was founded by George Abbot, the Archbishop of Canterbury (1611-1633), in 1619 to provide homes for the elderly of Guildford. By permission AH 2020.

“What’s wrong, Snups? There’s nothing wrong, boy, come on.”

Snups charged toward the Abbot’s Hospital low fence. William saw the same older man behind the wall before being dragged over by Snups’ leaping forward. William knew he must never let go of the leash in the township. Snups yelped as the leash tightened and yanked William down. He picked himself up and searched for the man, but there was no one. He was gone again!

William walked along the fence with Snups and saw the open front door of Abbot’s Hospital. He sneaked into the alcove and peeked inside. The courtyard was empty.

A deep voice behind him said, “What do you want, William?’

William turned and looked at Mr Tuesbury, the Master of Abbots Hospital, standing in an open doorway.

“I was looking for an old man, Mr Tuesbury.”

“You will find plenty of them here, son. But not now! They are probably all getting ready for

dinner – they eat at five.”

William took another look through the cloister gate and saw pathways leading off everywhere. If someone came quickly through here, they would disappear in seconds.

“Well, lad!”

“Thank you, Sir. I should be going.”

William pulled on Snups’ leash, and they set off towards the river.

At Petersfield …

Sir Hugh South had spent the late morning hours upstairs at the White Rabbit Hotel in the intimate company of a buxom wench. Having satisfied his desires for the half-dressed wench, he yelled at her for more scotch whisky. Since being kicked out of bed, she had ensured a supply of drinks continued as he sank into a loud, drunken stupor.

Rosemary was the local madam that Hugh called on regularly when in town. She always gave him a good time and usually came out of it well herself. Often, she was paid more than once, as Sir Hugh could not keep count of his money once drunk and could never remember the day after. Being Fintelton’s heir, he always carried a large purse. Rosemary would put up with his antics, knowing she received at least a week’s worth of client payments in exchange for a drunken session with Sir Hugh. She always stopped drinking once Hugh finished his first bottle as the alcohol would take its effect by then.

Hugh was now stone drunk and screaming for more scotch. Rosemary approached him, “Hey, Dearie, ain’t you expected in Guilford tonight?”

“Who wants to know?”

“You better get moving, Dearie, or you ain’t going to make it.”

“Where’s that other bottle of scotch, Rosy, you fat bitch! Where is it?”

“It’s down in carriage waiting for the gentleman going Guildford way, Dearie.”

“No, I want it here. Now, Bitch.”

With that, Rosemary opened the door, and two muscular men came in and bundled up Hugh, his clothes and bag, carting him downstairs. They threw him into the carriage and supplied a bottle of scotch and a glass. Sir Hugh was pleased and sucked the top of the bottle without removing the cork. Rosemary was glad he was gone, as she had a busy Friday night ahead of her, and she knew Sir Hugh would not remember a thing tomorrow.

“Take him, the Fox and Hound, Guilford, my good men!”

The coach moved off with the horses breaking into a quick canter.

In the carriage, Hugh used his teeth and pulled the cork out. He took an almighty swig of the scotch and sat back. Happy as a jester, he broke into song with much gusto. A considerable bump threw him from one seat to the other. Losing his grip, he rolled onto the floor, with the bottle of whisky falling from his hands and pouring all over him. Hugh was so drunk he was unaware of what was going on, and he kept singing on the coach floor until he fell asleep.

At Charing Cross, London …

The Turner’s coach trotted through Trafalgar Square, past St Martin in the Fields, down the Strand and around into Chandos Place. Bethany was in awe of all she was seeing. So many buildings four and five stories high for mile upon mile. She marvelled at how many people must live here in London.

Eleanora showed signs of fatigue, and even Neville hoped they would arrive soon, as she required rest. The coach stopped outside a large sandstone building around four stories high with a double-door entrance onto the street. Neville dropped onto the ground, not waiting for the footman, rushed across the footpath and pulled the doorbell. He then doubled back, assisting Eleanora from the carriage.

By the time they were all out, Mr & Mrs Bassington welcomed them. Neville made the introductions, “Mr Jonathon and Mrs Eleanora Turner, please let me introduce my parents, Mr David and Mrs Jennifer Bassington.”

There was much handshaking and warm greetings from the Bassington seniors. Then, facing Bethany, Neville introduced them, “And this is Bethany, the love of my life.”

Mrs Bassington quickly moved forward, hugged Beth, and said, “Welcome, Dear. It is a great pleasure meeting you.”

David Bassington said, “Hear, hear. Welcome, Bethany.”

Standing in the doorway was a genteel young woman about Bethany’s age. Mr Bassington turned and said, “My apologies. May I please introduce our daughter, Megan?”

Megan pleasantly greeted them with a smile and a kiss on the cheek, then stood back and let her mother speak.

“Please, come inside. The footmen will take your luggage. I’m sure you are exhausted by your journey, particularly Eleanora, in your delicate state.”

Eleanora Turner agreed and indicated she would appreciate a rest before dinner.

Jennifer Bassington turned to Bethany and politely said, “To avoid embarrassment, my Dear, is it acceptable if we call you Beth? We do not wish to embarrass you by appearing forward.”

“By all means, Mrs Bassington, please call me Beth.”

The Turners entered the fine house, glad of the warm welcome.

The Turner Household, Guildford ...

Mrs Jennings had fed the children, and Anne was upstairs readying herself for dinner at the Fox and Hound. Mr Stem waited for Anne in the kitchen. The Fintelton estate manager, a single man, was content being entertained by Mrs Jennings and the children. Sitting at the kitchen table, crunching some Turner’s biscuits, he played a game of checkers with Simeon. William was giving him instructions at every second turn. Malcolm Stem enjoyed the family atmosphere, warm tea, and excellent biscuits.

It was nearly eight o’clock, and Mrs Jennings had previously instructed William and Simeon that this was the last game. When Anne entered the kitchen, followed by Aggie, they all looked up and gasped in appreciation. She wore the most beautiful, pastel blue gown. A sheer overdress with full sleeves covered a blue silk dress with short puffed undersleeves and a deep, wide blue ribbon fastened by a gold buckle that matched her hair. It looked as if she was gliding on water.

“How do I look, family?”

Mrs Jennings said with tears, “All grown up, little one. Now, Mr Stem, you will take particularly good care of this precious one tonight and bring her home safe.”

In awe, William, Clementine and Simeon said, “Wow, you look beautiful, Anne!”

Aggie mentioned whether her hair should be in a bun or left out. Anne decided on a break from tradition and left it flowing over her shoulders. The long hair left out would be acceptable as it was a warm night, and it was only dinner with no dancing.

Mr Stem said, “It is time, Milady.”

Mrs Jennings and Aggie said, “Ooh!”

Anne smiled at everyone and then departed, followed by Mr Stem.

Emma and her mother were seated at the Fox and Hound dining room, hoping Anne would come before the good Reverend or Hugh. As Anne appeared at the dining room entrance, Emma waved. Anne smiled and made her way over, the waiter quickly pulling out her chair.

Anne said, “Good evening, Emma. You do look beautiful tonight!”

Emma, dressed in a lovely crimson dress and with her hair tied in a bun, smiled and said, “Thank you, Anne. Please let me make the introduction. Miss Anne Turner, may I introduce my mother, the Countess of Fintelton, Lady Jane South.”

Anne moved forward, curtsied, and said, “I am honoured to make your acquaintance, Lady Fintelton.” 

Lady Jane looked at Anne, “Good evening, Miss Turner. You are very pretty, and I like your dress very much. You should have your hair in a bun, but it is so beautiful, and I am glad you left it out. You look a picture tonight. Both of you girls look wonderful; I wish I were forty years younger. I assume you two had met before, as Emma recognised you at the entrance.”

“My Lady, we met by chance this afternoon and took tea together. It was wonderful meeting Emma after Neville told me so much about her.”

Lady Jane was astute and accepted the comment with a slight frown. Being quite perceptive, Anne noticed that mother’s knowing look on her face.

“Then, if you know Neville, I expect you would know my son Robert?”

Emma and Anne breathed in, hoping Lady Jane would not make the connection. There was no avoiding an answer. Anne confirmed her acquaintance with Robert.

“Yes, my Lady, I have had that pleasure.”

“Young lady, I will expect a full disclosure this evening, as Robert tells me nothing these days.”

Emma quickly spotted the good Reverend and his wife at the door.

“Ah, Mother, here is Reverend Andrew Taggart and his wife, Laura. You will remember them; they have joined us at church in Petersfield for welcomes and farewells of two of our parish priests over the last few years.”

Anne breathed in relief, thankful for Emma stepping in so quickly.

“Good evening, Reverend Andrew and Mrs Taggart. You will remember my mother, Lady Fintelton, and I understand you know Anne well.”

Andrew Taggart was no fool, and he deduced the situation. Being still upset about his unfortunate comments last Sunday, he felt this might be an opportunity for redemption. Laura, Andrew’s wife, came from an aristocratic family and was competent in these social circles.

Andrew bowed, “It is wonderful meeting again, my Lady. I think the last time was at the Reverend Martin Hendel’s farewell, was it not? An excellent farewell. Have you found a new minister yet for your living there?”

Laura Taggart followed her husband and curtsied, saying, “Good evening, my Lady, you look wonderful tonight.”

“You too, my Dear Laura; it has been too long. Thank you for your kind compliment. I am far better than when we last met, and I take pleasure in this Guildford visit as part of our London trip. It has been two months since we visited St James’s Square, and we need much restocking for the approaching winter. Christmas is coming, and we must make a start on that. You present beautifully tonight, Laura – a gorgeous dress, if I may say so. Where pray, did you purchase this gown?”

“Hurst’s, my Lady. It is in the High Street here. It is the same place where Anne had her dress made.”

“I am surprised. I always buy from Mrs Spencer’s in Piccadilly; they send someone across to ‘Harting’. I had no idea there was a good dressmaker here in Guildford.”

Laura spoke again in support of Hurst’s, “My Lady, they stock all the latest fashions and materials. Their work is quality.”

Anne sat beside the countess, who put on her glasses, turned to Anne, and felt the quality of the material.

“Yes, it is fine material indeed and well made. Emma, I am curious; we must visit this Hursts tomorrow morning, please?”

“Yes, Mother, our plan includes this for the morning. You will recall Anne’s mother and father are the owners. They have a chain of Tailor’s shops.”

“I thought they were bakers!”

“That too, Mother. They have many business holdings.”

Looking straight at Anne, Lady Jane thought about Emma’s comment for a moment, then smiling, she said, “My, Anne, you are a pretty little thing, aren’t you!”

Anne said, “Please, my Lady, not so much praise. It will overcome me. The honour of being your friend is ample.”

“And that you shall be, Anne Turner. I am very impressed with you. Now, will you join me in reviewing the menu? What shall we order? I have always enjoyed staying at the Fox and Hound.”

Anne sneaked a look at Emma, and they both raised their eyebrows at each other in delight. The evening had begun on a far better note than either Anne or Emma expected. Laura Taggart assessed the situation and was pleased, as Anne deserved some recognition at last. She had been a star pupil at Reverend Taggart’s school, with a gentle and beautiful personality. If she married into this family, they would be very fortunate indeed.

Lady Jane suddenly said, “Where is that Hugh? He is always late and usually makes a scene. We will go ahead without him.”

They ordered their first two courses, and then Lady Jane asked Reverend Taggart for grace.

Andrew gave a short and dignified grace, followed by all with a loud Amen.

Lady Jane then looked at Andrew and spoke. ‘In answering your earlier question, Reverend Taggart, we presently have no minister. It seems Sir David’s demands scare them off. He becomes crankier as he ages and requests no sermon during the service. You see, he does not enjoy sermons about salvation or repentance. He thinks he is good enough. As you would understand, this upsets the new young ministers, and they fear his judgement. Also, because of the increased window tax, he has slightly cut back on the living, which again does not impress any new applicant.”

“I see Lady Jane. How long now has it been since the last minister departed?”

“It must be nearly nine months. The bishop sends out a young fellow occasionally, but they soon go. If you know anyone who fits the bill, please inform me. I would appreciate that.”

“Certainly, my Lady. “

“Now tell me, Anne, how is it that you are a friend of Robert?”

“My Lady, this is now a long story, so I will economise where possible.”

Lady Jane looked up in surprise, not expecting a long friendship but just an acquaintance.

“It all started several months ago when Reverend Andrew sent two of my brothers, William and his elder brother Simeon, home from school one day. Being adventurous boys, they decided they would climb the ridge on the other side of the river Wey. As you know, that is part of the King’s hunting forest.”

Lady Jane and Emma both quietly listened while Anne revealed the whole story. Anne’s perception told her this lady was more adept than she let on. The countess would expect an accurate account and quickly deduce any prospect on the horizon for her son. She would have her informers. Emma was amazed that Anne was so open with her, worrying that her mother would not enjoy all this detail.

The further Anne delved into the story, the more Lady Jane seemed happily interested. As the account unfolded, Lady Jane asked several questions of clarification. The dinner courses came and went as they discussed various medical issues and places of interest.

“So, all of you visited Severndroog Castle for a picnic? I am jealous! I have asked Lord Fintelton to visit there for a long time, but he always finds an excuse. That must have been lovely.”

“It was a wonderful day. We had two choices, either the seaside or the castle. My preference was the sea as I have never seen it. But Severndroog Castle was magnificent and closer, and Mr McPherson put on an incredible luncheon.”

“Anne, it sounds like you have the best of friends.” They both laughed.

Blushing, Anne said, “I have been most fortunate.”

Once Anne had finished the story, Reverend Andrew asked if he might contribute if Lady Jane was agreeable.

“Certainly, Andrew!”

“My Lady! Sir Robert has honoured us by worshipping here last Sunday. Doctor Neville Bassington tells me that it is his opinion that through Robert’s quick actions, he probably saved the lives of both William and Simeon Turner. We praise God for this.”

Lady Jane was visibly moved and nodded her thanks.

Emma moved on with the conversation. “Mother, I want to see where Neville and Bethany will live tomorrow. Also, the building he has chosen for his practice. “

“Yes, Emma, I agree, but I think I am more interested in this tailor we never knew about before. Anne, do they cater for both men and women or is it only women’s fashion?”

“Both, my Lady. One side of the establishment caters for men, and the other for women. It is quite a large store.”

“You will be taking us there tomorrow morning?”

“Yes, my Lady, then Emma and I thought we could have some tea, either here or at a coffee house close by the river.”

“I understand your mother and father are away, so they won’t have the pleasure of joining us. It's such a pity. You do have servants looking after you, don’t you?”

“Yes, my Lady, we have ample servants.”

“Splendid, I look forward to meeting with you tomorrow morning, say about ten. That will give us time for what we need and then some tea. I think I am getting past my bedtime now and should go up.”

As Lady Jane moved her chair, there was a horrendous crash outside the dining room entrance. Through the door came a large, dishevelled man looking like a tramp. He stood there with his hair undone, smelling of scotch, and his shirt hanging out over his breeches. He had no coat, and his skin looked very pale indeed. It was Sir Hugh.

He clumsily stumbled into the dining room and grabbed a waiter, yelling at him for some scotch whisky. Then, pushing that waiter away, he spied the table with Lady Jane’s party, stumbled towards it and slumped into a chair.

The countess retook her seat.

Slowly looking up and giving a greeting wave, he said, “Ah, Mother, sorry I’m late, but here now!”

There was an embarrassing silence; then Lady Jane spoke up. “Hugh, let me introduce you. You will recall the Reverend Andrew Taggart and Mrs Laura Taggart.”

Hugh stood, shook the Reverend’s hand, took Mrs Taggart’s hand, and kissed it. Then fell back into his chair.

Lady Jane commenced again, “Miss Anne Turner.”

Sir Hugh looked up slowly, leaning over the table in Anne’s direction, “Ah, the baker’s daughter!”

Anne visibly moved backwards in terror as he eyed her over. She was immediately afraid of him.

This man was disgusting, with the smell of whisky all over his clothes and being only half- dressed. Hugh stood again uneasily and looked around at Anne. Then he closed his eyes and fell straight back onto a gentleman sitting at a table behind them. Staggering onto his feet, Sir Hugh apologised but then vomited all over the man.

At that point, Mr Stem appeared; putting one of Sir Hugh’s arms around his shoulder, he walked him off upstairs.

Lady Jane said clearly and calmly, “Thank you, Mr Stem.”

Malcolm Stem nodded as he struggled with Hugh’s weight, and they soon disappeared down the hallway.

Reverend and Mrs Taggard and Anne looked in disbelief that one of their highly honoured neighbours could behave in such an undignified manner. They all stood there in silence, watching. Emma was crying and had her face in her hands, ashamed of the display.

Anne rushed around and enclosed Emma in her arms with a gentle hug. “He is drunk, Emma. He will be better in the morning!”

Lady Jane was most impressed with this show of affection between Anne and Emma.

“Anne, Reverend and Mrs Taggart,” Lady Jane talked as if this was a regular occurrence. “It has been a special evening, and I have enjoyed your company so much. I must apologise for my son, who is obviously under the weather. It seems he has bettered my prediction of him making a scene.

There, there. Now, Anne, we shall meet with you tomorrow morning. Reverend Taggart, if you would be so good as to see Anne safely home, please.”

Andrew Taggart nodded, and Laura said, “It will be our pleasure, Lady Fintelton.”

“Thank you. Good night, everyone. Now come, Emma!” Lady Jane put her arm around her daughter as they made off for their suite.

Later, as Emma assisted her mother into bed, Lady Jane said, “I’m sorry, Emma, that I did not give you a sister. I tried, but your father did not cooperate. He was too busy thinking about himself. I know how important a sister is. A confidant – someone who you love, trust and find comfort in.”

“That’s alright, Mother, I have you.”

“That is very nice, Dear, but I’m getting older. I won’t be with you much longer. You will need someone close to confide in.”

“Mother, this is rather sad after such a pleasant evening. Let us talk about happy things.”

“Emma, now listen! I am talking about happy things. This - Anne girl! If I could have provided you with a sister, she is what I would have wanted for you. Such a sweet little thing. Why, if Robert would have her, I would agree in a shot!”

There was a silence as mother and daughter looked at each other. Lady Jane watched carefully for Emma’s reaction.

“Why, Mother, I am all amazed! I thought you would want someone quite grand for Robert.”

“I am becoming too old for that. I’ve seen so many unhappy marriages arranged by the gentry. I want you and Robert to be happy with your partners. Your happiness means everything to me, Darling.”

Emma could not quite believe what she was hearing. For the first time, she and her mother were talking intimately. The tears came down her face, and she hugged her mother.

“Thank you, Mother. I shall always love you!”

“And I will always love you, Darling. We should do these stops in country towns more often; they are quite entertaining!”

Emma burst out laughing and wiped her nose. Lady Jane had a naughty smile on her face.

“You know, Anne told me she has never seen the sea! Can you imagine that, Emma? They only live thirty miles from the sea. What has her father been doing?”

“From the size of the family, Mother, I think I know what he has been doing!”

“I think we must remedy Anne’s situation, Emma. You shall invite this Anne Turner for a visit, and we shall overnight at the seaside. I would enjoy a paddle in the sea again. What a wonderful evening this has been. From the moment I met that young lady, I liked her. It was as if she was family already. Do you like her, Emma?”

“Yes, Mother. She is a friend indeed!”

HMS Restless, Woolwich ...

The schooner raced up the coast towards Woolwich in a good fifteen knot southerly and demonstrated her capabilities. Robert was amazed at how fast she was without much sail trimming. He thought he might get another three or four knots from her once he adjusted the sail settings.

Restless was a very agile and fast ship, but he was not keen on entering the Thames in darkness. He would hold off Margate for the night. When the wind grew in the morning, he would make the arduous trip up the river. Watching Captain Foster navigate Providence up the Thames taught him much about the difficulties involved. The complexities of currents and wind shifts in confined spaces made navigation tricky.

Given this was his first voyage as captain, he would ensure no mistakes, even if he lost six hours. Several other craft were waiting for morning, so he set a good watch and went below. Sitting at the chart table in his cabin, he allowed himself the luxury of thinking about the events at Guildford. He assumed that all would be fine with Emma directing the evening. By now, Anne would have some friends at Fintelton.

His servant Swanton came into the cabin with a hot chocolate, finding Robert drifting off with his head on the chart table. The sergeant tapped him on the shoulder and guided him onto his bunk. He was soon in a deep sleep.

Upon receiving Robert’s help request, Horace Coombes immediately dispatched the best man for the job, Michael Swanton. He was a veteran from India who had seen his fair share of soldiering, was an expert in both concealment and killing and was trustworthy. Horace most liked him for his cooking – often whipping up an excellent meal for his men after a long raid. A letter of introduction sent by Horace explained that Swanton was included in the number of marines rostered for Restless.

The Sergeant, who manoeuvred his men out of many a tight spot in India, was unconvinced about this crew. From those met so far, he was unsure who could be trusted. They all seemed angry men, and uncovering the cause would take time. But time was short, so he must tread carefully. He bolted the cabin door and also locked shut the servant’s room. Returning to the captain’s cabin, he placed a box about three feet from the cabin door and sat down. Leaning back against a pillar, he started doing some scrimshawing. On his way back from India, they encountered several British whalers, where he purchased a small supply of whalebone. He enjoyed the hobby as it passed the time, and as most men knew, there was plenty of that in the army. No one would get near Captain South tonight. If they tried, they would receive a nasty surprise.

It was about three bells when Swanton suddenly opened his eyes. He must have drifted off to sleep and then, for some reason, woke up. Everything was quiet except for the wind in the sails and the sea running smoothly under the hull. Swanton rubbed his eyes in the weak candlelight and noticed the doorknob move slightly. Someone was on the other side, trying the lock.

He knew the door was firm as it was bolted from the inside. So, he quietly moved into his servants’ quarters, where there was a peephole. Focusing his eyes, he could see nothing as the hallway was pitch dark. Someone had snuffed the candle. As his eyes adjusted, he could only faintly discern a figure or two trying the door.

The captain was correct; there were traitors in the crew. But who?

They would solve this only one way – a trap must be set. He would discuss this with the captain in the morning. He would keep watch for now, just in case they forced the door.

He sat back on his chair, making a bit more noise. The door handle did not move again that night.

London – Chandos Place …

The Friday night dinner at the Bassingtons' home was a joyful occasion. Jonathon enjoyed David and Jennifer Bassington’s company – they were intelligent, lively people who were wise and very caring. Jonathon was most appreciative of their concern for Eleanora.

It was after the second course that Eleanora excused herself and retired. The day in the carriage had been most tiring, and finding herself exhausted, she was soon fast asleep. Once dinner was finished, Jonathon excused himself, quietly moving upstairs to check on his wife. Neville stood behind him as they watched over her.

“I’m afraid she is slowly fading, Jonathon. I will do all I can, but only limited knowledge of this disease exists. We do not know the complaint – if we only had more understanding and better medicines. There is some good news; I expect she will last longer than I forecast. Perhaps a year longer if we are fortunate. Let us pray for more and be thankful every day we have her.”

The tears rolled down Jonathon Turner’s face. “Thank you, Neville. It is very comforting having you with us.”

Eleanora lay there in front of him, alive but asleep. Her beauty radiated out of her, even when she slept. He loved this woman more than anything in the world. She carried his child, and he regretted the forceful action he committed against her. He could not dissociate his actions from the disease that now afflicted her. He would never forgive himself. God was now punishing him. But it affected Eleanora and others. Everyone would lose.

He must ask Andrew Taggart for some counselling. He wanted to fall on his knees and plead mercy. He felt helpless.

Looking straight ahead, he softly spoke, “Do you believe in God, Neville?”

Neville was not ready for this question. He considered it, wondering if Jonathon was breaking down. “Yes. I do. When you look at the human body, how else could it have been created? When you cut yourself, the tissues heal themselves. It is so simple and yet so complex! I also think about that when I look at nature. There is just a never-ending display of creation all around us. Men have created this house with the gift of resources and the skills God has bestowed on us.”

There was a short silence.

“Old Jeremy Stephens, bless his heart, warned me that I should not beat her. But I did not listen. I held the old ways. Women are our property, and we use them. Yes, there were good times together, but I always thought of myself as in control. It has only been in the last year, no, six months, that our marriage has been one of equals. I learned that we were partners.

Andrew Taggart’s sermons suddenly became better. He credits this Reverend Charles Simeon fellow, whom he has been reading. Taggart’s sermons taught me we were in a partnership, not a master-servant relationship. God is punishing me now for my indiscretions. And now I am losing my partner.”

“You haven’t lost her yet, Jonathon.”

“That’s true. Thank you, Neville, you have been very kind. Please excuse me. I would like time alone with her now.”

Neville slowly stepped backwards and then turned and exited the room. Strolling downstairs, Neville pondered the situation, ‘So I was right. He did beat her into submission. But he can’t discern that his guilt has not caused her illness. While his guilt is unresolved, he will never understand his wife’s illness.’

Neville found the others in the drawing room talking about the wedding.

David Bassington asked, “How is she?”

“She sleeps peacefully and should show some improvement after a good night’s rest.”

Bethany was concerned, “She will get better, though, won’t she?”

“We will see tomorrow. Perhaps when we go for our drive to Harley Street, she will join us?”

Beth was cheered by this, and they all started asking questions about the group of Surgeons that Neville was joining. They talked well into the night. Later, Bethany, Jennifer, and Megan excused themselves for bed.

Neville and his father sat gazing into the fire as it was London's first chilly autumn night after a mild summer.

“Another scotch, Neville?”

“Yes, thanks, Father.”

“You have found a wonderful girl for your wife.”

“I’m glad you and mother like her. She is the most attractive and complete woman I have ever known. When we first met, we were at the Turner’s house, and we walked together upstairs, checking on Simeon, who had broken his arm. That’s when we first talked. It was as if I had known her my whole life, and we had so much in common. I knew then that this was the girl I would marry. It was a meeting of minds – it was not carnal but more spiritual. Strange that it happened so quickly. But it did.”

“I’m glad.”

“You told me once that I would know it when I met the right woman! You were right! It was a different and more exciting feeling than anything I have ever felt.”

“It is called true love, or as the Greeks put it, ‘Agapé’! “Something we cannot hold or see but feel with great intensity!”

“Does it last?”

David sat back and looked at his son. He reflected on his own life. There was so much he could relate but what he said must be short and meaningful.

“To start with, it does. Then, the pressures of life become real and distract us. Life tests us in all sorts of ways. So, efforts are needed to kindle your love, and you must continually work on it as a couple. You keep the trust relationship between yourself and your wife as sacred. Don’t let anyone else inside that relationship except God. As you age, it changes again. It is an adventure that is ongoing. Yes, it does last, but you must work on it. Don’t ever take your love for granted.”

Neville took another sip of scotch and enjoyed the open fire. “Thanks.”

“Will Mrs Turner last until the wedding?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“She is not a well woman, Neville. I would say there is a very significant underlying cause. I would also say she knows it.”

Neville looked down into the dark, rich liquid in his glass. His father would maintain confidentiality. He asked the question, so he deserved an answer.

“I have seen this complaint before. We do not know what causes it. There is no cure. It will have its way in time. It can be aggressive, or it can linger for years. At first, I was afraid she would not last until now. But she surprised me and has rallied. The birth will be precarious. If she survives that, then I would not give her long, but as I say, we do not understand how each body will fight against this disease.”

They both sat in silence for nearly five minutes, enjoying their company.

“If it gets worse and you need help with the wedding, send us a message, and we will be there. We can stay at the hotel and assist in any way needed. You don’t know how people will react in such circumstances. Let’s hope for the best.”

“Thanks, Father.”

“Time for bed.”

The Turner Household, Guildford ...

William was a light sleeper. It was well after midnight when he heard a noise downstairs. Then it came again. It was like someone creeping around down below inside the house.

He pulled his covers up and whispered, “Hey, Sim? Do you hear that?”

There was no response, just a slight snore.

‘That’s not much help!’ William thought.

He slowly and very quietly got out of bed. He tiptoed towards the stairs as softly as he could and peered down. There was no movement or noise. He stood there for nearly five minutes, then he heard it again, a soft footstep coming from the study area. William now knew there was someone down there. But why didn’t Snups growl or bark? There was no noise at all from the dog.

William felt a shiver down his spine. Anne was sleeping on the floor below, and he must warn her. He crept downstairs. What about Mrs Jennings and Aggie? Why didn’t they hear what was going on? Perhaps it was them doing something? Of course, that’s why Snups didn’t bark. Mrs Jennings must be checking the candles. He sighed a breath of relief. As William reached the first-floor landing, he noticed a dim glow from the study area below. It must be Mrs Jennings – he would go down and help her.

William went down the stairs full pelt, calling Mrs Jennings. He turned the corner and stopped in his tracks. In front of him was the older man he had seen in the afternoon. The man was now inside their house, staring down at William about three feet away. Because the light was coming from behind him, William could not make out his face. Then suddenly, William saw white and then darkness. That was the last thing he remembered that night.

Out the back of the house, lying on the grass, Snups gave a last little whimper as the life drained out of his body into the earth.