Check out the list of characters here > Turner's Rage: List of Characters

Chapter 9

Jonathan and Eleanora Turner sat in amazement as Neville Bassington, accompanied by their daughter Bethany, announced, “Mr and Mrs Turner! This announcement will come as a surprise, but we hope it is pleasant. We know it is sudden but may be explained by our circumstances.” Neville took in a deep breath before he continued. “Mr and Mrs Turner, I have, a few minutes ago, asked your daughter Bethany for her hand in marriage, and she has accepted. I am now asking for your approval of this marriage?” 

There was a stunned silence. Then Eleanora Turner could remain silent no longer, “Beth, this is so wonderful!” She hugged her daughter joyfully. 

With a puzzled expression, Jonathan Turner stood motionless as he took in what Neville had said and watched his wife and daughter laughing and hugging. He smiled and asked, “Sir, you honour my family, and I would have no objection, but as a precaution, I must first be sure that my daughter Bethany agrees with this proposal. Would you excuse us for a short time while we discuss this?”

“Certainly, Sir. That would be most appropriate as I understand this must be unexpected, given we had only met last night. I will wait in the kitchen if that is suitable.”

“Certainly not, Sir, you will be welcome here in the drawing room, and we will withdraw. We will return soon. Thank you for allowing us this time with our daughter.”

Bethany squeezed Neville’s hand and beamed up at him with happiness. “Thank you for doing this, Neville; I could not have waited till tomorrow.” She turned and followed her parents. 

Neville smiled and sat down. He was feeling a little lightheaded as he suddenly thought how important this day was in his life. Yet, Neville was deeply in love with this girl and would do anything she asked to secure her as his future partner in life. He was tired of being alone, and now, having found her, he would never let her go. He closed his eyes and relaxed his muscles to calm himself. 

A slight tugging at his sleeve required the opening of his left eye, revealing William standing beside him. The boy wore a big smile on his face.

“I’m glad you’re back, Neville. You can tell me about the sea now. I have never seen the sea – just rivers. Next Wednesday, we will be in Greenwich. Would you tell me about navy ships and the sea before we get there? But why are you back – I thought you were staying at the Fox and Hound?”

“I am, but Bethany and I returned with a question for your mother and father.”

“What was the question?”

“I have asked Bethany for her hand in marriage, and now I need your parent’s permission.” 

“Why do you want to marry Bethany, Neville?”

Neville felt his agitation growing again but focused on William’s face, understanding the child’s question was innocent.

“William, today I realised that I love your sister more than anything else in the world, and she loves me that way too. So, we thought it would be a good idea if we married each other. Also, it means that I will be your brother-in-law!”

William thought for a moment. “What does it mean, brother-in-law?”

“It means that through marriage, we are related, and I will be your brother-in-law.”

William thought about that for a minute while he looked at Neville. Then he said, “That’s good, isn’t it because you will visit here more often? I like seeing you, Neville. I hope you come again soon!”

“I’ll try William, and by the way, I like you too!”

The comment pleased William immensely. Mr and Mrs Turner and Bethany returned, interrupting William’s interrogation of Neville. 

Jonathan Turner seemed a little ill at ease but smiled, “Neville, we are very thankful for the honour you bestow on our daughter, and we give our most heartfelt blessing for this marriage. I think you will make an excellent son-in-law. Please join us for dinner, as there will be much discussion tonight.”

Bethany and Neville hugged each other before Eleanora Turner hugged Neville, and Jonathan shook Neville’s hand, saying, “I would never have predicted this, Neville. You gave us a delightful surprise. Now let us celebrate at dinner.”

William, listening carefully, was working out if Neville was a ‘son-in-law’ or a ‘brother-in-law’. With the question on William’s lips, his father said, “Not now, please, William. Please keep this secret for an hour, as I will announce it at dinner.”

The Farewell …

Neville Bassington set off mid-morning on Monday for Woolwich after saying his goodbyes and discussing plans for a return visit when they might set the wedding date. At last night’s dinner, he asked Jonathan Turner if Bethany might remain at home rather than take up her governess position again. Given that the new maid would need to settle in and Anne, Thomas and William would leave Wednesday on their visit, Jonathan readily agreed. Bethany’s presence would be an unexpected blessing.  

Later that morning, Jonathan Turner wrote, from his study, to the Reverend Charles Upton, advising him that Bethany would return on the following Monday, but only long enough for their recruitment of a new governess. He was pleased to announce that Bethany had accepted a proposal of marriage. He thanked the Reverend Upton for his kindness in employing her and sent a gift of pastry and biscuits as a goodwill offering. Jeb arranged for the speedy delivery of the letter and basket by one of his cart drivers. Jonathan Turner also noted in the letter that a wedding invitation would follow once the couple confirmed the wedding arrangements. 

Neville would also visit his parents during the return trip, advising them of the engagement and suggesting a meeting of the Turners and Bassingtons in London. Given Mrs Turner’s state of health, an earlier date would probably be preferable.

The attendance at the Tuesday funeral for Jeremy Stephens was far more extensive than anticipated, with a host of visitors coming from far and wide. The country doctor was a well-loved community member, giving outstanding service over a lifetime of work. So, they came in their hundreds. Reverend Taggart was glad the parish school was in recess as the church became crowded and overflowing with attendees in the graveyard and along the High Street. 

Strategically, Jonathan Turner followed Andrew Taggart’s suggestion and left William with a recovering Simeon at home. He agreed there was a risk of William mingling with the other boys and tempers flaring.  

Johnathan stood at the front of the church, eulogy notes in hand, ready for Andrew Taggart’s introduction following the conclusion of a hymn. Spending several hours over the past two days, the story of Jeremy Stephens’s life had come together. He was now looking out over the vast sea of faces packed into the church, but his solemn gaze concentrated on another subject. He struggled with his thoughts, recalling Doctor Bassington’s advice. ‘I do not expect she will last more than six months after the baby is born.’ Jonathan Turner was a tough man. His business survived many years of adversity following the wars¹, and he now enjoyed the fruits of his work. The community knew him as a stern but kind man.

¹ The post-Napoleonic depression was an economic depression in Europe and the United States after the end of the Napoleonic Wars in 1815. Wikipedia

Standing at the lectern, he gazed down at the flower-draped coffin. His thoughts were not with Jeremy Stephens but with Eleanora. The tears flowed. His guilt became so great it took control of him. He lost focus and wept. 

Like many in the congregation, Andrew Taggart was amazed, not realising how much Jonathan admired Doctor Jeremy. But only Jonathan knew why he wept. Andrew moved forward, put his arm around Jonathan’s shoulder, and asked if he should take over reading the Eulogy. 

“No, I can handle this. Thank you, Andrew.”

Jonathan looked up and, wiping the tears from his eyes, saw the vast crowd before him come back into focus. Some were weeping, too. Some were giving him smiles of encouragement, and some were praying. Then he saw Eleanora a few rows from the front of the church looking at the coffin. She looked up and smiled at him with a confidence that pierced his soul. She was beautiful and full of life, his wife, whom he had beaten. He knew from her smile that she had forgiven him, and they were one again. From her joyous face, he heard the message of encouragement, ‘Speak up loud and clear, Jonathan.’ 

He gazed out across the assembled company, focusing his thoughts, and with a smile and a robust and respectful voice, he commenced. “Friends, today, we have come together with heavy hearts to bid farewell to one of our brothers. Jeremy Stephens was a greatly loved gentleman; many of us have benefited from his service and friendship. But be of good cheer as we will all meet again on the return of our Lord Jesus!” And so, he continued giving, as some said, one of the finest eulogies ever delivered at his family’s church.

The McPherson Household, Greenwich …

Late on Thursday afternoon, the Turner coach pulled up outside the McPherson’s house in Greenwich. Due to the family’s late rise, they delayed their departure from Ewell until mid-morning. The dinner that Uncle Richard put on for his niece and nephews the previous night was extensive. The extended family members had a wonderful evening catching up on all the news, especially the engagement of Bethany Turner and Neville Bassington.  

Richard quickly offered the hotel in Ewell as a venue for the wedding reception, but Jonathan politely declined, indicating they were looking for a function venue in Guildford. With Eleanora’s declining health, Jonathan would avoid travel if possible. Richard glanced concerned at Jonathan, and the two brothers talked well into the night about various matters. 

Jonathan was on a coach for Guildford at first light as there was pressing business at the bakery. He left knowing the others would enjoy a leisurely morning at Ewell before travelling. Richard found the opportunity with William most enjoyable. He could not understand Jonathan’s displeasure with the boy as he was polite and full of fun. 

Following a beautiful family breakfast, the party boarded the coach and travelled into unfamiliar territory for the Turner children. William spent the day gazing out the window, continually pointing out everything he saw, which his brother and sister would then explain. 

Thomas and Anne were unprepared for what greeted them as they entered the outskirts of London. The sky darkened as smoke poured from the outlying factories, causing a smoky mist. Breathing became difficult, so Anne placed a handkerchief across her nose and mouth. 

The pollution was vast, sometimes blocking out the sun and leaving the factories in half-darkness. Row after row of shoddy tiny houses stood blackened by the smog, and rubbish littered every street. Dirty and sparsely dressed children ran wildly together in packs of twenty or more. The population seemed immense, as well-dressed people and those in rags mingled together, moving through the sidewalk stalls lining the streets. It was a place of misery and contrasted greatly with their comfortable life in Guildford. 

Children ran behind the coach, yelling out for money. Thomas, a man with a kind heart, made the mistake of taking some coins from his purse and throwing them onto the road. His kind gesture inadvertently caused mayhem in the street. The crowd following the coach quickly trebled in size, the coachman whipping the horses into a canter, leaving the disturbance behind. 

Finally, they travelled along Queens Road approaching Greenwich and were pleasantly surprised by the views from Blackheath Hill across the Thames and towards the city. The air seemed cleaner here despite significant industry further south towards Woolwich. It was a relief as they pulled up outside the McPherson’s house, opened the carriage door and descended into the arms of an eagerly awaiting Marion and Mrs Marjorie McPherson. 

Anne received the first hug from Marion, who then folded her arms around Thomas, giving him a gentle hug and a very precious kiss on the cheek. She welcomed William, patting the boy on the head and said, “My, what a handsome party you all are. I have been excited all day, waiting for your arrival, and now you are here. We shall have such a marvellous week.”

Mrs McPherson followed Marion, hugging all the visitors, including a reluctant William. Marjorie McPherson directed the footmen with the luggage as the butler directed the coachmen towards the stables at the rear of the house.  

Thomas, Anne, and William were quite impressed as they stared at the three-storey Georgian house. It seemed immense, and they were now eager to explore the interior. Marion took Thomas by the hand and led him in. Anne lifted her eyebrows at William and followed. William spied two dogs and a handler beside the house and thought of patting them when Anne called him to follow. It was clear already that Marion had eyes only for Thomas. She hoped there would be time to develop her new friendship with Marion but wondered if she was only playing the chaperone. 

As Marjorie McPherson followed, she dished out directions in a good-hearted manner. William noticed the servants’ prompt and smiling responses. It appeared to be a happy household. William liked this and took note of each of the servants’ names.

“Now Jenkins, we will be in the parlour and, please, a lemonade for Master William. He must be very thirsty after that long, hot journey. I know how I needed one when I returned from Guildford. Now, shall the rest of us take tea? I’m sorry - would anyone else like lemonade as well?”

Anne liked the sound of lemonade and accepted the offer. 

They entered the parlour, amazed at the large size of the room and took a seat. Marion inquired about their trip and the visit last night at Ewell.

Anne replied, “As you know, I have never been further than Woking, so it was a surprise as we entered London and saw the smoke and poverty of the people living there. But this area seems lovely and has views of the Thames.”

Marjorie McPherson spoke, “My Dear, you should see it in Scotland – it is far worse. The people work and live in terrible conditions. Hamish and I have always ensured that the people who work for us have a decent roof over their heads and plenty of fuel to keep warm at night. We always ensure the children have a school, keeping them off the streets. Our workers are the envy of others. There is always competition for work at our breweries.”

William burst forth with a comment, “Mrs McPherson, we saw some ships from the hill. They had big masts and looked huge. Do you think we could see them tomorrow?”

Marjorie beamed with excitement, “Yes, William, we will. Now I hear some news that there has been an engagement. Is this true?”

Anne was amazed. How could news of Bethany’s engagement be in London so quickly, and how could Mrs McPherson relate this to the navy ships? 

Thomas said, “That is true, Mrs McPherson. Our sister Bethany announced her engagement last Saturday. She will wed Doctor Neville Bassington, or should I say Lieutenant Neville Bassington.”

William blurted out, “He is a surgeon on HMS Providence. He will also be my son-in-law when they are married!”

Marjorie McPherson laughed. “That is sweet, William! I think you mean brother-in-law?”

William nodded in agreement as he sipped his lemonade.

“It is so exciting. We are so pleased for your family. I must send a message of congratulations to your mother at once. Please excuse me; I must write now that I know it is true. What a wonderful thing. But before I go, a special surprise for William!” 

Everyone turned and wondered what this could be.

“Marion, please accompany the party and show them the roof deck and the view. You can see the Woolwich wharves and all the ships, William! We even have a telescope up there. 

HMS Providence is also in port. Perhaps you will pick her out.”

Once again, Anne wondered at Mrs McPherson’s reliable information. She did not dare ask. Being of tender age and unreliable in his etiquette, William asked, “How did you know the name of Neville’s ship, Mrs McPherson?”

Marjorie looked at William and blushed. She realised her mistake as soon as she commented. Unfortunately, Marjorie mentioned the ship’s name in her excitement with the visitors. She needed an acceptable explanation.  

“Mr McPherson told me - he is such a darling – he is very well informed. Now up you go, children and have a look at the ships. Jenkins will be available when you require directions to your room. Dinner will be at half-past seven, everyone. We shall meet here before dinner.”

Marjorie smiled and left the room. She had used Hamish as an excuse and realised her mistake. When the next engagement was announced, she might be more candid. For now, it was time for a congratulatory letter to Eleanora Turner. She was keen on receiving a wedding invitation – she did hope so!          

The party of young people climbed up the winding staircase with William racing ahead. By the time they managed two flights of stairs, William stood at the top, gazing out the doorway onto the roof. 

He shouted to them, “Marion, may I go on the roof?” Without waiting for a response, he was out the door.

“Yes, William, just stay behind the rails. You may also use the telescope.”

They found William perched on a chair, focusing through the telescope as the party arrived. He was most excited and announced, “I think I can see the ship!”

Anne, taking in the beautiful view from the balcony, replied, “Yes, you can, William, there are lots of them. They are huge! There must be seven or eight ships.”

“No, Anne!” William said, “I mean HMS Providence!”

“Where?”

“Just look in here.” William moved aside from the telescope, allowing Anne access. 

She put her eye on the telescope, initially finding it was a maze of light and distorted images; then, moving it backward and forward, it came into focus. On the stern of the ship was a group of officers. She was unsure if it was the correct ship, but two officers looked familiar. They were laughing and enjoying the late afternoon sunshine. 

One of the men was like Neville. It was hard to tell, but as she wrestled with the focus, he came perfectly into view. It was him. Then, as she watched, another officer came behind him and patted him on the shoulder. She would know that smile anywhere – it was Robert. She blushed and stood back from the telescope. 

Marion, watching, saw Anne blush. She was right that Anne was most interested in this ship. She looked away, talking with Thomas and pointing out various landmarks. 

Anne was impressed with the balcony and the view. She was also excited that Robert appeared in her first glimpse through the telescope. He looked so handsome in his uniform. As usual, he was having a good conversation with his close friend. Perhaps she might ask Mrs McPherson to extend a dinner invitation for tomorrow night?

Onboard HMS Providence, Woolwich Naval Yard …

Neville and Robert stood with a group of Officers on the poop deck of HMS Providence, watching the sailors complete their duties before the next watch commenced. 

With a wide grin, Robert said, “You mean that after meeting her for the first time last Friday, you proposed on Saturday? That is less than a day, Neville. Do you think that was wise?”

“I think it was the wisest decision I have ever made. You have not met Bethany, but you will agree with me when you do. She is the most wonderful person I have ever known. Also, I offered her a tour of London – all the sights. The task will be far simpler and pleasurable if we are married. No need for a chaperone.”

He grinned back at Robert. 

“Well done, old salt. There’s life in the old Neville yet. I wish you both well.” Robert was pleased for Neville, yet he was still surprised at how quickly this had occurred.  

Robert reconfirmed the arrangements for the evening. “About this dinner tonight. I arranged the carriage for seven fifteen; that should get us there on time. You are sure they expect me as well?”

“Yes – Anne will be there, and she will be surprised when you appear. She is not aware that we are coming. Marion was keen on a surprise. It will be a pleasant meeting, indeed, for them!”

Robert mused on this comment. He looked towards the bow and watched some seagulls lift and glide in the breeze.  

Neville saw the thoughtful look on Robert’s face. He was probably wrestling with the class problem and how to approach this issue with Anne. Neville raised the subject. 

“Anne is seventeen and a half, Robert. She is young but intelligent. You are twenty-one and very handsome in your uniform. She is likely to be easily led. May I ask precisely what your feelings for her are?”

Neville was a good friend of Roberts, so he raised the issue. He also knew that Robert and his father were not close, so he needed a mentor for advice. Being the second son, Robert would not inherit the title or the estate and must make his way in the world. Yet, his father expected that he should marry into the aristocracy. 

“Neville, I have never indicated any romantic attraction; she is a good friend, and that is all at this stage. The age difference is less than you and Bethany – so let us not put that as a problem. Yes, I am interested in her as a person, but you are correct; she is too young at present, and I must keep my career advancing. My Father advised me of a captain’s position available on a topsail schooner called Restless. It would give me command status, which my father desires while his connections remain warm. He is ageing, and keeping up with acquaintances is becoming more difficult. As for Anne, any relationship must wait for a couple of years. That is probably for the best – as you know, friendships and trust take me a while. How long did it take me with you, Neville, eh? Two years or a bit more. It is early days, but I will tell you right now. I would not let anything hurt Anne for the world. You have my pledge on that.”

“Your pledge is good enough for me, Robert. More than good enough, young friend.”

They rested against the back rail of the poop deck, enjoying their discussion when Captain Foster climbing from the quarter deck, addressed them. They quickly both stood at attention.

‘Ah, South and Bassington – All well?”

“Yes, Captain!” Robert spoke with a clear voice. Neville saluted.

“Good, Good. I understand you two are attending a dinner tonight with some friends. Behave yourselves, as the Admiral has informed me that the three of us are invited tomorrow night at the McPherson’s house for a formal dinner party.”

The two young officers were surprised. 

“It seems the McPhersons have invited Admiral Sutherland, his wife, and that engineer chap designing these new canons, Alexander Steele. Steele is grumpy, but Sutherland is good company – the association will assist your careers. Now Bassington, I hear a rumour that you have become engaged. Is this true?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Congratulations! Now tell me the details. I hope you will remain in the navy, Sir, as we need good surgeons.”

“Thank you, Captain. We have not made any arrangements for the wedding yet, so it is early days. You will be the first informed of any decisions I make about my navy career.”

“Good, Good. I hope your time is enjoyable tonight, Gentlemen.”

The McPherson’s Residence, Greenwich …

William was fed early and then met his temporary Nanny, whom Mrs McPherson employed for the week. Much to William’s disgust, he was under observation from dinner until he was asleep. Soon, the effects of a long and exciting day overcame him, and by seven o’clock, he was fast asleep. 

Anne checked on him before she went down. She found Nanny Jones sitting quietly in the room, reading by candle across from William. Anne ensured he was asleep as she knew the antics he might try. The boy was not disturbed by a small pinch, which convinced Anne that he was in a deep sleep. 

Anne spoke softly, “You need care with this one, as he can be a bit naughty if left unchecked. But he is asleep! Good, now I can enjoy the evening. I will talk with you in the morning, Nanny Jones, and please call me if anything is needed.” Anne’s voice was friendly and reassuring as she smiled at the Nanny.

“Yes, Miss Anne! My room is beside this one, so I will hear if he gets up. I will check him before I retire.”

Anne wished the Nanny a pleasant evening. She was unaccustomed to this level of formality, but she was strangely enjoying the experience. Anne closed the door of the bedroom and walked off down the hallway. Here she was in London, with a new dress on, all done up and feeling beautiful and living the luxury she had never dreamed of before. With a slight smile on her face, she headed downstairs. 

Anne joined the others in the parlour and saw that Thomas and Mr McPherson were deep in conversation. She walked over and joined Marion and Mrs McPherson. 

Thomas was a very down-to-earth fellow. Intelligent, fit, good-looking, with a short crop of brown hair, and not pretentious. He was interested in what Mr McPherson was telling him. 

“Now, Thomas, I assure you that baking and brewing have a great future. The difference is that baking has a limited market, whereas the brewing market is unlimited.” Hamish continued with a lengthy explanation of why the brewing industry would expand in the future. 

As he concluded, he said, “You see, the market is unlimited!”

“So, what you are saying is that the market for brewed products is ten, no, one hundred times the size of the baking market. So, we may make far more profit in this industry?”

“Bang on, Thomas. Particularly the brewing. Most think the money is in the alehouse, but the real wealth is brewing. Let me give you a tour of the Woolwich brewery we have built. At this stage, it is small, but production will increase over time. It only makes around 20 quarters a day but has a daily capacity of 150 quarters. What will interest you is the process. You, being a baking man, will easily understand. I think you will enjoy this.”

“I would indeed, Mr McPherson. But pray, what is a quarter?”

“Are sorry, Thomas – just a bit of brewing terminology. A quarter is approximately one hundred and fifty gallons of beer.”

“I see – that is a lot of beer! I will join you for the tour.”

“Good! We start early, at eight in the morning, but it is not far from here. I ensure my housing is always close, as travelling time is a waste. I enjoy being on the spot and keeping an eye on progress. The ladies and William will tour the Woolwich naval yard wharves later in the morning. Hopefully, I will have you back here in time to join them. Breakfast will be available in the dining room from about six if you are interested.”

“I’ll be there, Mr McPherson – I usually start work at about three-thirty each morning, so six is sleeping in for me.” 

Anne noticed through the window that a carriage was pulling up outside the house. 

“Marion, a carriage has arrived outside. Are you expecting anyone?”

Marion, seeming surprised, addressed her uncle, “Now, Uncle, who have you invited?”

Mr McPherson turned and smiled, “It is a surprise for Thomas and Anne. Ah, Anne, you have joined us and look radiant, my Dear. My, what a lovely dress you have chosen.”

Marjorie McPherson whispered that this was a dress Anne brought with her from Guildford. Hamish was even more pleased knowing this.

Anne felt very flattered after such a lovely comment.

“Excuse me as I welcome our other guests.”

Anne thought, ‘Surely it could not be – but they did know about the engagement!’. She heard Mr McPherson welcoming the guests into the entrance room and ushering them in. 

Neville Bassington entered the room first, followed by Robert South and Mr McPherson conversing. Hamish beamed as he saw the expression on the Turner children’s faces. 

Thomas rushed over and shook Neville’s hand. “Good evening, Neville. Your timing is impeccable – what a marvellous surprise.” 

“And you to Thomas - it is only three days since we dined at Guilford. Ah, Anne, good evening. You remind me so much of Bethany! What a pity she is not here with us.” Neville kissed Anne on the cheek and admired her. “You look so lovely and grown-up tonight?”

“Neville, I am surprised. No one told us you would join us this evening. Your presence is wonderful!”

“Anne, you will remember Robert. Our ship is docked near the Woolwich dockyard, and Mr McPherson was kind enough to extend an invitation.” Neville carefully looked at Anne, expecting a reaction. But he was disappointed as Anne adjusted in a flash and was her polished self.

“Robert, so good of you to join us. We missed your accompanying Neville over the weekend, and Mother was so pleased you sent your greetings.”

Robert stood there, admiring Anne, not even noticing Thomas or Marion. He was mesmerised by this girl who changed from a sweet, intelligent country girl into a very presentable young city lady. She was beautiful with her long golden hair draped over her shoulders, with a low-cut bodice on a shining silk dress. He sheepishly approached Anne, took her hand and kissed it. He appeared a little taller and most handsome in his officer’s uniform. 

“My Anne! Are you the same young lady I met in Guildford? You look all grown up and beautiful.”

“Thank you, Robert, your uniform is most impressive. I’m not sure, but have you met Miss Marion Steele and my brother Thomas?”

He took Marion’s hand and said, “So glad to meet you, Miss Steele. It is a great pleasure attending dinner here tonight and making your acquaintance. It is most opportune that we are all here in Greenwich.” He shook Thomas’ hand. “Glad you are here, Thomas. We had so little time talking in Guildford. Perhaps we might spend some time together this evening?”

“Yes, Robert, that would be a pleasure.” Thomas was interested in formally meeting Robert. He was curious, given his sister’s comments about him. Thomas thought, `At least she has known him longer than one day!’

Marion also moved forward and was introduced. “It is so good to meet you. I have heard a lot about you, Robert. Perhaps you would tell us more over dinner.”

“Certainly, but first, I must thank your aunt for inviting us both.”

He politely moved towards Marjorie McPherson, “Ah, Mrs McPherson, thank you for your kind invitation tonight. I was not aware you knew our ship was in port. Pray, how did you manage such intelligence? It is better than the British Navy, Ma’am.” 

Mrs McPherson held her husband’s hand and cheerfully said, “One of Mr McPherson’s friends in Guildford sent us a letter, noting the engagement between Anne’s sister Bethany and Neville. It also mentioned that your ship would be here in Woolwich for at least a month. So, I thought the least we could do was bring together all the young people. Marion is keen on having young people around her.” 

The butler announced dinner, politely informing the guests that each seat had a place name. 

Thomas was seated between Mrs McPherson and Marion. Anne was between Robert and Neville on the other side of the table. Mr McPherson sat at the head of the table and gave an exceptional grace.  

Robert addressed Thomas and Anne, “I am pleasantly surprised you are both here. I was wondering when we might meet again. I understand William attends also?”

“Yes, he is upstairs and hopefully well asleep by now.” Thomas chuckled and gave Robert a wink. “He can be a handful, that one.”

“I checked on him before I came down. He is asleep – the excitement of the trip wore him out. Nanny Jones is with him, and she will let us know if anything is needed. I must thank you, Mrs McPherson, for providing the Nanny. It is a kind gesture.”

“Thank you, Anne. I have four sons, and I know how demanding they are. I need a good rest at night at my age, so I thought a Nanny would be just the thing.”

They all laughed, and Mr McPherson said, “Marvellous Marjorie, marvellous.”

“Now, Robert, I hear you saved William and Simeon’s lives up there in the forest some time back.” Marion was interested in the story. 

“That might be a kind overstatement, Marion, but we did intervene at an appropriate moment. It may have been Horace, a good friend of mine, who saved the day. You see, there were about ten of us keen on some fellowship. All the party were good friends, and we decided on a hunting party. The Royal hunting forest is rarely used due to the king’s health. We gained permission, and off we went.”

All enjoyed the descriptions of the events in the forest given by the two young gentlemen. 

“My, that is an exciting story, gentlemen. I think we are all grateful that you intervened.” Hamish McPherson was quite genuine in his compliments. “But tell me, Sir? Why not use guns? Why the bows and arrows?”

“We allowed the animals more of a chance, Sir. Also, bows do not scare away other animals as musket shots do. It gives more opportunity for hunting.”

“I see – very sporting of you. Dear me, I almost forgot! Thomas and Anne, we are having a formal dinner here tomorrow night. Robert and Neville, your father Marion, Admiral Sutherland, and his wife, Amanda, will come. I have also invited Captain Foster from HMS Providence and another friend from the admiralty. Jenkins! Is all ready for tomorrow night?”    

“Yes, Sir. All is in order. However, if acceptable, I would request time with Mrs McPherson on the menu. After dinner, Sir, it will not take long at all.”

“Excellent, Jenkins!”

Great excitement broke out, and many thanks were directed towards Hamish McPherson for his hospitality. The dinner proceeded well, and as the conversation flowed, Robert took the opportunity to speak with Anne. He spoke softly.

“You look delightful, Anne. I am impressed!” 

“Thank you, Robert. Your comment is kind.”

“So, you are in London. I hear William spotted the ships from the roof. If you come tomorrow with him, I will invite your party on board my ship. I might even take William up the mast, depending on the breeze. He should enjoy that.”

Robert then added humorously, “But I will need Neville with you all the time. Otherwise, you will run off with one of the Officers.”

“I shall do no such thing, Robert!” Anne failed to find the humour in Robert’s comment.

“I meant that you are beautiful, and the officers will all be attracted. I meant no offence.”  

“I see. That is kind of you. Do you think I look beautiful, or are you just humouring me?”

“I mean, what I say!” He turned, looked straight at her, and smiled as he enjoyed her beautiful blue eyes. As their eyes met, she smiled and blushed, looking down at her food.

Marion noticed the quiet conversation and said, “Now, what are you two plotting over there? You are discussing something very quietly.”  

Thomas, who was now feeling the effects of the champagne, spoke up, “Probably organising a picnic somewhere so William can play pirates.”

Quick as a wink, Robert added, “Quite right. How about Sunday lunch after church? We could take the carriages, find somewhere nice, and have a delightful picnic.” 

“Splendid!” Neville said, “Sunday would be a good day, as I travel to Woking the following Sunday. I will see Bethany. The Reverend Upton has issued me an invitation for the weekend. He must be a splendid fellow offering this, given I am taking away his governess.”

Anne said, “He is a very charitable and lovely man!”  

As the guests agreed on the plans for the picnic – Marion quietly said to Thomas, “I must speak with you, Thomas. I will visit your room later when all is quiet.” 

Thomas obediently nodded.

As the hour approached eleven, Neville and Robert again thanked Mr and Mrs McPherson and said their goodbyes. They both tumbled into the coach, which carried them quickly towards Woolwich. Robert was very quiet, and Neville said, “A penny for your thoughts, Robert?”

“I am greatly attracted by her, Neville. You saw tonight how well we get on. She is so young. How can I justify my feelings?”

“I have known many a man who has married his childhood sweetheart!”

“Yes, but how would I ever persuade my mother and father that she is acceptable? You understand their views on class. The only middle-class people they have ever spoken with would be their servants. They would be most upset by the whole thing.”

“Robert, you are young and will soon be a ship’s captain. You are the second son, so your parents will not pass you a title, and you have already told me that your brother will inherit the estate. Surely, you are free from their demands. You have time on your side. She will be twenty in two years, and you will be a commander by then. You need not make any commitments before then, but keep in contact.”

“You are correct, Neville. Much can change in a few years. A visit to Fintelton would allow an introduction, but not yet. Neville, once you are married, perhaps you and Bethany would act as chaperones for Anne. That would work. I am afraid the reception from the family may not be that warm.”

“Preparation ahead of time will be essential. Anne will require our protection. I would wait at least a year before you make the invitation. Given a year, she will handle it better. Your parents will need time also. The Earl and Countess will accept her once they understand your situation. Indeed, it would be hard to find anyone who did not admire your friend!”

Robert looked around at Neville, “Thank you, Neville. In many ways, you are the big brother I always wanted. Your advice is very welcome. By the way, I hope I receive an invitation to your wedding. It will be an opportunity for me with Anne again.”

Neville looked sternly at Robert and said, “You better be at the wedding. I want you as my best man!”

“It would be an honour, Sir.”

McPherson Residence, Later that night …

With his eyelids drooping, Thomas was tired when a soft knocking disturbed him. He jumped up and opened the door. Marion swished past him into the room, and after having a quick look outside, he gently closed the door. Thomas suddenly noticed she was wearing a dressing gown and slippers in the candlelight. 

“Is this wise, Marion? You here at this time and in my bedroom?”

“It’s probably not proper, but how else shall we find time together alone? During the day, Mrs McPherson continually watches me – she is very protective, bless her heart, and I love her so much.”

“They are very generous and nice people.”

“Now, Thomas, the time has come to plan our future. Tomorrow morning, Mr McPherson will show you the brewery. He intends to persuade you to become a brewer!”

“I quite like that idea, but it will depend on what is required.” Thomas was interested in a career change and felt brewing would be better than baking, particularly the money and working hours.

“Thomas, it will all depend on another question.”

“What is that, Marion?”

Marion was perplexed by this answer, and she realised that Thomas would need some help grasping the facts. 

“Thomas, for me, Mr and Mrs McPherson have become a father and mother. I have explained that before. They are very dear people who want what is best for me. They like you and feel you have the potential for a good husband. Do you understand, Thomas?”

Once explained, Thomas was quick on the uptake. “Yes. What you are saying is that it is a package deal.”

“That’s right. For which you will receive substantial compensation. But more than that, Thomas, I love you desperately and know you love me.”

“Yes, so much, Marion.” Thomas moved towards her and placed his hands on her hips. 

Marion did not waste the opportunity, putting her hands around his neck and kissing him with as much passion as she could generate. The one thing the Turner men had in abundance was sex drive, and Thomas needed no further encouragement. However, once he had sampled the goods, Marion withdrew and pried him off despite being happy with his response.

“Thomas, when we are married, there will be plenty more of that. But it is crucial that you ask for Mr McPherson’s and my father’s permission by the end of the week. But first, you must ask me. Now down on your knee, Thomas.”

Having tasted what was to come, Thomas would have agreed to anything. He was down on one knee quickly, took her hand and said, “Marion, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

Marion smiled at him and said, “Yes, Thomas, with all my heart.”

He rose, and they kissed again. Thomas was enjoying this kissing immensely.

Marion moved back a step, gently untangling herself from him. “I must be off to bed, Thomas. On your early trip tomorrow, you may tell Mr McPherson that we are engaged and you would like his permission. Also, ask his advice on how you should approach my father. Mr McPherson is clever at organising things like that. Thomas, we will be so happy. See you in the morning, Darling.”

Marion quietly returned along the hallway where Mrs McPherson was waiting in her room. The suspense was making Marjorie McPherson tense.

“I am engaged!”

“Wonderful, Dear. I am so happy for you. Now, not a word with anyone until the time is right. By Monday, perhaps! Good night, Darling and I am so pleased for you.”

Mrs McPherson quietly slipped out the door. Marion settled back in bed and thought, ‘I love Thomas so much, but he can be slow sometimes. He will need some managing. It will take time. Once he is in management, it will not matter that much. It is all sorted – as long as he convinces Mr McPherson tomorrow.’

In the morning …

Thomas’ time clock would not allow him more than four hours of sleep, and he was awake at three in the morning. He had become a baker at fourteen years of age, and his natural alarm clock was set for that time every day. At six o’clock, he was craving breakfast and made his way downstairs. Sitting in the breakfast room, he chatted with some of the footmen as they set up. The smell of freshly cooked bacon and eggs stirred his gastric juices, and there was no hesitation when Jenkins said, “All is ready, Sir.”  

Hamish McPherson found Thomas finishing as he entered the breakfast room. He was pleased as he liked a man who made an early start.

“I will be with you in half an hour, Thomas, and then we will set off.”

“Thank you, Mr McPherson. I will be ready.”

Hamish was delighted with the delicious breakfast, enjoying the fruit compote before he tucked into some scrambled eggs and bacon. He considered the best approach for his discussions with Thomas as he ate. Advised that the proposal was made and accepted, all were ready for this final discussion before meeting with Alexander Steele. The meeting would be tricky, as Alexander was shrewd and, at times, not very pleasant. The safety and security of his daughter would be uppermost on his mind. Hamish knew Thomas was a good man and would make Marion a fine husband, but wealth would be the problem that Alexander would raise. The conversation with Thomas this morning would be critical for settling Marion’s father’s doubts. 

Hamish’s sons were already well-placed for life as brewers in Scotland. Thomas would be Hamish’s first protégé in England, so this must go well. From what he knew of Thomas, the lad was not slow and caught on quickly once briefed. Perhaps this was the approach that was needed. If Thomas could not grasp the offer, there was a backup plan, but Hamish was not keen on this option.  

As Thomas was leaving his room upstairs, Marion suddenly appeared before him. She was fully dressed and a picture of beauty. She wore a stunning red dress with a light shawl around her shoulders. She had arranged her hair beautifully, hanging down long over her back. He found his desire aroused as he gazed into her clear yet misty eyes and breathed in the intoxicating perfume. 

She approached and gently kissed him, “Thomas, while you are with Mr McPherson, listen carefully. At the end of your tour, please tell him about your proposal, which was accepted last night, and ask about the best way forward with my father.”

Thomas was generally a happy soul, but today, he found himself excited about the new developments in his life. He was feeling unusually confident.

“I want to tell the world, but as you say, we must go through the correct steps first. I must advise my family – I shall write soon. Tonight, we shall celebrate at dinner. What a surprise we will spring on them!”

Thomas was now highly primed by his finance’s advice and in high spirits for the coming tour. 

“We will talk when you return, my Darling, then we may plan the meeting with my father! Now off you go and enjoy your tour.” 

The coach was ready, and Mr McPherson was already seated with the carriage door open. Thomas hopped in and sat down opposite him. With a tap on the ceiling, the carriage set off towards Woolwich. 

“I will show you one of my small breweries this morning. I think you will be impressed, Thomas. But more than this, I am keen that you understand the processes involved. You are a process man, as you know, baking backwards. I want your impressions of the brewery and suggestions for any improvements you would make?”

Thomas was interested, “How far away is the brewery, Mr McPherson? While I am interested in seeing it, I am not sure I am qualified to suggest improvements. As this is my first time seeing a brewery, my thoughts will be very uneducated, but I will do my best for you.”

“Good boy, Thomas. I think you will see enough for a very fruitful discussion between the two of us. It’s not far – about five minutes now. How are you enjoying London?”

At the McPherson house, Nanny Jones struggled as William bounded away from her down the stairs. William raced into the breakfast room, stopping abruptly in front of the butler. 

“Morning, Master William. If you take your place at the table, I will serve your breakfast!”

William could smell the delicious aroma from the serving vessels and licked his lips. He walked slowly past them, taking note of the contents of each tray, and then sat at the chair Jenkins indicated. Nanny Jones, puffing, sat beside him. 

William, eyeing off a large serving of bacon and eggs, became quiet as Nanny Jones ordered, “Please, Jenkins, William may start with some prunes and pear. Thank you!”

“Yes, Ma’am.” As the butler looked at William, he lifted his eyebrows. William smiled back and knew there was a kindred spirit in Jenkins. 

A plate of prunes and pears appeared, and William ate a small mouthful. As Nanny Jones stood up and inspected the breakfast serving area, the butler whisked William’s plate away and asked what he would like now. A large plate of scrambled eggs and bacon was soon placed before him, and he did not hold back. Nanny Jones, thinking William had finished his pears, was not worried. William was impressed. This Jenkins was a smart fellow indeed! 

“When you finish, William, you will walk the dogs with Jenkins. There are two hounds, one called ‘Red Socks’ and the other, ‘Boiler’. They have been fed and are ready for their walk. They usually go out on the common where they can run free for a while.” Nanny Jones pointed at the two dogs through the window. 

William looked up from his plate, which was his only interest, and glanced through the window. A groomsman stood outside with two of the most beautiful dogs he had ever seen. They were cloured light brown to orange, beautifully groomed and standing still with their tails straight up in the air. Their eyes gleamed as they watched him through the window. 

William forgot his food and told Jenkins, “I have a dog named Snups”. 

Jenkins replied, “How did he get that name, Master William?”

“He was always doing naughty things when he was little, so we always said, ‘Nup’. After a while, he realised that ‘Nup’ meant to stop. We said it so often that we called him ‘Snups’. He is well-behaved now.”

“If you finish your meal, William, Jenkins will take you outside and introduce you. Remember, their names are Red Socks and Boiler.”

William nodded and then started shovelling food into his mouth. Leaning towards him, Nanny Jones advised, “Slow down, William, before you choke yourself. The dogs will wait. Eat slowly, please.” She laughed.

Once William finished, Jenkins led him outside onto the patio, and they approached the dogs. Red Socks and Boiler sat motionless, but William noticed their eyes following him as he neared them. William became apprehensive as he moved toward them. 

Jenkins said, “Red Socks and Boiler, this is William. He and I will walk you today. Go!”  

On the word `Go’, the two dogs started wagging their tails and jumped up on William, licking him on the face, neck, and hands. It was love at first sight between William and the dogs. He patted them on their head and bellies and rubbed their ears. 

Jenkins said, “They know you love dogs, William. You have now found two more friends for life. They never forget!”

William enjoyed being part of this household. They were friendly people, and the dogs were beautiful. He walked around the little courtyard outside the kitchen. The dogs walked beside him, jumping up and still licking him occasionally. Then Jenkins said, “Sit”.

The dogs immediately sat facing Jenkins and became motionless again. The control was impressive. 

“How do you teach them that?”

“A lot of training, William. As you will see in a minute.” He attached each dog’s leash and placed them in William’s hand. “Let’s go!”

Exiting via the courtyard gate, they strolled along the drive towards the rear of the house near the stables and then towards the back of the property. There was another gate that opened onto the common. The area they emerged into was vast, some wooded and some cleared. 

“We will head toward the trees. The army uses the open area for shooting, so we remain clear of their range. The woods are quite safe, and the dogs will chase rabbits. They are Hungarian hunting hounds, and that’s what they live for – hunting!”

Jenkins and William set off at a brisk walk with the dogs obediently scampering at their side. 

William looked up at Jenkins, “This is great fun. I like these dogs. Can we do this each day, Jenkins?”

“I think so, Master William. The others will not be up for some time yet. So, tell me, how did you meet Sir Robert South? He is such a nice man. And Lieutenant Neville Bassington? I believe he is a doctor.”

William was pleased to oblige his new friend Jenkins with everything he could think of, as a six or seven-year-old will do. 

Mrs Marjorie McPherson, from the staircase window, watched the two of them and the dogs scampering off towards the wooded area. She smiled as she saw William release the dogs from their leashes and run after them quickly. He stumbled and fell over in the lumpy green grass. The dogs promptly doubled back and started licking him again. Jenkins would report back later in the morning. She continued writing her letter.  

At the McPherson’s Woolwich Brewery …

Thomas and Hamish McPherson were now on their tour. Thomas was familiar with the bakery setup but was surprised by the sheer scale of a brewery. He listened closely as Mr McPherson ran him through the brewing process and pointed out the first building. 

“Thomas, this is the barley store.” Thomas gazed up at the vast store and considered how much larger this operation was than their bakery.

“It is a huge store, Mr McPherson. Are you not worried about the loss if it caught fire?”

“Good point, Thomas. That is a risk I have sometimes considered. I will note it down.”

From there, they walked, climbed and explored the factory. Through the malting house, over the malting floors, covering their ears as they went through the mashing house and watched as the Jacobs ladder carried the steaming wort up into the cooling tower. Thomas asked intelligent questions at each process point and commented on improving the process.

Thomas comments, pleasantly surprised Hamish. On his first morning, the boy suggested some changes that none of Hamish’s engineers had put forward. Their thoughts were within the design of the present system. Thomas was considering reengineering the system outside the current factory design - a thought pattern he probably gained from his father’s mentoring. Hamish continued writing up the list as they both talked. 

Once again, Thomas was impressed when he entered the fermentation room, which was spotless with a clean tiled floor and large copper vats from wall to wall for the room’s length. 

“The yeast is added here once the wort is cooled. The beer finally appears here!”

Hamish lifted the lid of one of the fermentation vats, and Thomas could see a thick, yeasty foam covering the surface. Facing Hamish, he inquired, “I suppose you skim that foam off and turn it into some kind of yeast product?”

“That’s correct – how did you know that?” 

“I thought yeast came from somewhere. We use it in our baking as well.”

Hamish nodded and pointed towards the stairs, “Let’s finish in the conditioning room and then go to my office, where we can talk further.” They walked down and found the room was immaculately clean and had a delightful smell of the brewed product. Thomas saw that the brew was fed into casks and deposited in the racking plant. Thomas counted at least forty men busily carpentering casks in the cooperage as they walked past this store. 

“Thomas, what is your impression?” 

“My first impression is that it is ten times larger than the new complex my father is building and employs far more staff. I was impressed. But as I said earlier, I think now, with the invention of the steam engine, the process needs reengineering.”

“Would you like a go at reengineering it?”

“I’m not sure I understand. I am a baker, not an engineer.”

“You don’t need to be an engineer or a mechanic – I can employ plenty of them. You have sound ideas that concur with what I have been thinking. My engineers have not come up with the ideas you have suggested. Thomas, there is a place for you in my brewing company. You are manager material.”

Thomas shuffled in his chair and thought about this for a while, taking sips of tea. 

“I would like the change, but I would not leave my father short of trained men just when we are developing a new plant.”

Hamish smiled again. He liked this young man – he was loyal, which spoke well of him, but he was also looking for advancement.

“Let me tell you about my plans, Thomas. I have secured enough land in Guildford near the river on the southern side, away from the town, where I can build a brewery. I will need a manager for this new plant. My sons are all managing the four breweries that I have in Scotland. Two are in Glasgow, and the others are in Edinburgh. At this stage of my company’s development, I only like employing men I know. I know you are a reliable, good man. But better than that, I think you will have a natural flair for the brewery business that others are trying to develop. 

You see this chair! It is for the manager of the brewery. The brewery in Guildford will have the same office and chair. Thomas, I would like you in that chair. We can work together and design a brewery with the suggestions we talked about today. It could become the most efficient brewery in this country, an exciting challenge. 

I know you would not leave your father short, so I propose you work for him for the next three months while the land for the new brewery settles. The lawyers are working hard, making sure the contracts are proper. Your father and I have some other business together, so I am not opposed to my engineers assisting him in his new mill. The knowledge they will gain from the steam engine will also help the new brewery. So, we all win together. We will make sure he does not go short of men. We will be a team.”

Thomas liked the sound of this, “Mr McPherson. Firstly, thank you for the trust you are putting in me. Secondly, I will accept your most generous offer. 

There is a slight issue that we must discuss before proceeding any further. It is best, you know, and that you give me some advice!”

Hamish remained calm as if he knew nothing of this news, “Thomas, what can it be?”

“Mr McPherson, last night, I proposed marriage to your niece, Marion, and she accepted!”

“Thomas, I am delighted. Let me offer my congratulations. This news is splendid! Mrs McPherson and I were hoping something like this would happen, and I can think of no better partner for Marion than you.”

“Thank you, Sir. There is one matter on which I would appreciate your advice. Marion has told me about her father, and it appears I may not fit the requirements he has for his daughter. I am afraid he has very grand ambitions for her.”

“It should not be a problem, Thomas. Let me think about that today. I will meet with you late this afternoon and discuss strategy. I will probably meet privately with him before dinner and set the scene. Then, after dinner, perhaps you and I shall meet with him, seeking his approval. I think he will agree.”

“Thank you, Sir. You have been most kind. I am very encouraged by your assistance.”

Thomas finished his tea and said his goodbyes. Hamish waved as the coach sped off with an excited Thomas onboard, eager to share his excellent news with Marion. It seemed this was a momentous day in their lives.          

At the McPherson House, Greenwich …

William returned from a long dog walk and found the others starting breakfast. He thought of having seconds as Nanny Jones spied his dirty clothes. 

“William! Upstairs, please and change before meeting with the others. Your clothes are not fit for the breakfast room now, so let us go upstairs, and we will dress you for the trip.”

William was not pleased with this command but saw Anne watching from the breakfast table. Anne nodded in agreement with Nanny Jones’s directions. Before leaving Guildford, Anne carefully briefed William on his manners, but the spell was wearing off. He reluctantly turned with his head down and walked towards the stairwell. 

Nanny Jones recognised the boy’s hunger and said, “William, if we are quick, you may return here for some more breakfast!”

With that, the boy was off running up the stairs. Nanny Jones sighed and duly followed him at a more sedate pace. 

Marion stood by the window, eager for Thomas’ return and the outcome of his discussions with her uncle. Marion was becoming impatient, given she expected him back nearly half an hour ago. Then, the coach came into sight. 

“Ah, here is Thomas, back from his tour.” She hurried towards the front door.

Anne and Mrs McPherson continued their breakfast together. Marjorie looked up at Anne, “I should have asked you yesterday, Anne. How is your mother’s health? She appeared quite well by the time we left Guildford.”

“Yes, she was recovering well. Those little bits of exercise and sunshine seem to be doing the trick. She is regaining some of her colours now, which is always a good sign.”

“Yes, I walk daily for my health – just being out in nature is refreshing. Not that the London landscape can ever compare with Scotland, but this area is quite uplifting.”

Anne could not resist asking, “I know you have come to London for business reasons, and your sons remain in Scotland. Will you return there one day once the businesses are all set up?”

“That is a good question. I have asked myself this also! I think this is a question you must ask Mr McPherson as I am unsure of his intentions. But of course, I would prefer being near my sons and their families if possible.”

Anne nodded politely, considering her comment. She must have grandchildren by now. Her sons must be older than Thomas’s age. “Mrs McPherson, please forgive me for asking, but how old are your sons in Scotland?”

“Anne, the youngest, James, is Thomas’s age, and he will join us towards the end of the week. Hamish keeps in close contact with each of the boys. They are always discussing how their breweries fare. Mind you, what they discuss, I don’t know.”    

Having experience working for her father, Anne suggested, “I suppose it would be production and sales figures and the maintenance schedules. I work for my father in the mornings; I find a never-ending amount of paperwork. Fortunately, I am handy at maths and can write well, so he now depends on me. There will be lots of catch-up work when we return.”

Marjorie straightened in her chair and looked at her, “Why, Anne, I did not know that! That is impressive as most young girls would not know what happens in a business. You must tell Marion about that.”

Anne stood up and looked out the window, seeing the coach pull in. While continuing her conversation with Mrs McPherson, she watched with interest, “Better than that, and I’m not sure if Marion told you of this, but she came with me one morning to the bakery. Marion arrived early at our house, and we found her a smock rather than wearing her good clothes. She spent a few hours working with me. We both thoroughly enjoyed the time together.”

Marjorie sat there with her mouth open, “I never! Isn’t that grand!” 

Anne noticed Thomas leaving the carriage and Marion flying into his arms. She thought these two were becoming quite close.  

“Did you tell him, Thomas?” Marion was excited. 

“Yes, and all is arranged for a meeting with your father tonight.”

She kissed him on the lips, and they both walked hand in hand up the front steps. 

Anne suddenly knew quite an understanding existed between these two. She must talk with Thomas privately soon.

Marjorie McPherson looked up from her breakfast, “Anne, I noticed you are good friends with Robert South. He is a fine young gentleman and comes from a very distinguished family. I am sure he has swept many a young lady off her feet. My Dear, do not be in too much of a hurry. You are a most beautiful and intelligent young lady, but it is too early for you to make any romantic decisions. I mean this most sensitively, and I hope you will not mind my raising this. Especially as you are away from your mother.”

Anne gently sat again. She sipped her tea and smiled, “You are too kind, Mrs McPherson. I am missing my mother, and you are so much like her. I appreciate your care.”

Anne smiled as she thought, ‘Ah, the next movement. Let me see where this will play! Where will this lady try to lead me?’ 

Marjorie was encouraged by Anne’s response. “Yes, I understand. But do not fear, child, you may confide in me. Now let me tell you that many men in London are of great appearance, but you must handle them carefully. Take your time and see what is on offer. Why, who knows? My son James will be here on Thursday. He is twenty-three and still unmarried. Let me have the pleasure of introducing you. So, Anne, please understand I am not saying anything about Robert South – he is a fine young man, but do not be in too much of a hurry as these things will take their course over time. And you have plenty of time. Hopefully, we will see much more of you in the future.”

“Thank you, Mrs McPherson. I have been wondering about these things. Yes, Robert is a nice young man, but as you say, he is not the only fish in the sea. I will take your advice and take my time. And I will confide in you if that is acceptable. Now, I must ready myself for our trip.”    

“Certainly, My Dear. I’m so glad we had this little chat!”

Marjorie McPherson imagined Anne’s confidence was now won and was content with the conversation’s outcome.

Anne politely moved out of the breakfast room and up the stairs. She sensed danger. In what direction was she trying to steer her? Was there a marriage plan for this son of hers? Was it a coincidence he would arrive on Thursday? What was happening between Thomas and Marion? Slowly, things were becoming linked. Seeds of doubt crept into her mind. Perhaps this house was not the friendly household everyone made it out to be. Did she imagine this, or was it real? She must remain calm and see how these circumstances play out. 

William was passing her on the way down in a rush. She grabbed him and said, “Where are you going, young man?” 

“The breakfast room – I’m going for some more sausage before we go out. Anne, they have got two big dogs. Jenkins and I walked them this morning, and Jenkins and I are now good friends. He is such a nice man. He gave me lollies.”

“Did he?” 

“Yes, and we talked and talked, and I told him about our family.”

“What did he ask William?”

“He asked why Mother was sick.”

“And what did you tell him?”

William looked at her in surprise and then became silent. 

“What did you tell him, William?”

“Just how someone beat Mother, and she had bruises everywhere, and she bled a lot, and I felt sick!”

“Did you tell him it was a dream, William? Did you tell him that she had a fall?”

“No.”

“If anyone here asks again, that’s what you must say. Remember our agreement, William; it is between you and me! Make sure you tell them that it was a dream. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Now off you go and get your sausage!”

She watched him go. Anne was now sure that there was much at play here. She must talk with Thomas – leaving here next Wednesday before James arrived was becoming a priority. Suddenly, she felt very unsettled.