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Chapter 7

The Reverend Andrew Taggart sat at a small table in the back corner of a coffee house on High Street near the Turner bakery. It was a beautiful Monday morning, and visitors were already streaming into Guildford’s High Street, enjoying the delights of this growing town. He sipped at his coffee, deciding the key points he must make in the coming conversation. Jonathan Turner was a fair and honest man; however, he did have a temper. Not wanting to escalate the situation or the possibility of consequences later at home, he thought carefully about which calming words he would employ. Wives and children paid the price for many a successful man’s achievements. He could write a book on the dark pasts of many men whose families he helped over the years through counselling or charitable help.

Andrew Taggart loved his ministry and found himself gifted in explaining the human condition. His church was full each week, so he felt no urgency in evangelism as the Wesleyans did. His major struggle was balancing the social needs of his congregation with its maturity in spirituality. Despite being a man with a gentle heart and always offering genuine hospitality, the realities of life had hardened him; some would say it made him street-smart. The church establishment in England was highly political, and a position such as his, being Rector of a notable church, could be jeopardised by poor leadership. ‘Good Governance!’ He mulled this over, ‘There are some risks that must be taken, but not too many!’ As he addressed his parish council chair this morning, he would need to take care.  

“Reverend Taggart. What a fine morning we see today!” Jonathan smiled heartily and shook the Reverend’s hand. Andrew was surprised by the warmth of his greeting. 

“I have brought some small gifts for Mrs Taggart’s larder and biscuits for your study. We can share the biscuits at some time over a cup of tea.” Jonathan Turner was thankful for one of Andrew Taggart’s recent sermons, strengthening him in an incredibly tempting situation. He was keen that Andrew should be encouraged by this news.

“Jonathan, this is far too much! Your generosity honours me. We shall share them and soon.” Reverend Taggart placed the bag of bread and the small tin of biscuits beside his chair. “Now, shall you have coffee or tea?”

The orders quickly arrived, and Jonathan thanked Andrew for the home visit he and Mrs Taggart made to Eleanora the previous Friday. Being burdened and anxious about the coming conversation, Andrew silently made a quick prayer. 

Jonathan noticed the hesitation, “Out with it, please, Andrew. The coffee is good, and I am ready for discussion, whatever the issue is!”

Andrew relaxed.

“Ah, Jonathan, there is a delicate matter I must brief you on, and I hope my explanation will be adequate. I am sure you understand that being a clergyman is like being a politician. Keeping the members of the congregation content is not an easy task.”

Jonathan nodded and said, “Ah yes, it is a hard path that you must find that keeps everyone at peace but also declares the truths of the Bible. Why, I think, most folks would prefer giving God some advice rather than obeying His word. I don’t envy your position.”

“Yes, Jonathan. Being a rector can be tricky at times. However, today’s matter directly affects you. I think you will understand, but it is better to hear confidential details from me.”

Jonathan nodded in agreement. He wondered what the issue could be.

“You will recall the recent incident at school when Richard Smith collapsed and accidentally knocked out Caleb Elliot’s front teeth.”

Jonathan nodded.

“It was more complicated than this. My first thoughts were for the safety of the children. Then, for reasons of church unity, I slightly changed the details. I aimed to avoid ill will developing between families. These slight changes have achieved their purpose!”

Jonathan was already thinking, ‘I am sure this involves William. I had my suspicions.’ He regained his concentration and continued listening. 

“The families involved were Mayor Smith’s family and our blacksmith’s family, the Elliots. However, another family was not mentioned, and this will continue, given your blessing. That family is yours!”

Jonathan sat back in his chair and took a good swig of his coffee. He always suspected William’s involvement. He now needed the details. “How are we involved?”

“You remember the death of little Olivia Stepton, the chimney sweep?”

“I will never forget!”

“The day after the funeral, Richard and Caleb made rather sordid remarks about Olivia and her family. William, standing close by, was not impressed and politely rebuked them. When he did this, they set upon him with their unkind remarks. Now, as you understand, William has a high regard for justice. Fortunately, Simeon, witnessing the growing tensions, prevented William from attacking them before Mrs Taggard rang the bell for class.”

“This seems innocent enough?” Jonathan questioned.

“Yes, it was, but when William reappeared with an axe handle and bashed Richard on the head, knocking him out cold, things became more serious. He then targeted Caleb. Unfortunately, Caleb turned at the wrong moment and the full force of the next swing hit Caleb in the mouth. Hence the injuries he suffered.” 

Jonathan sat there in shock. In a few seconds, William might have destroyed the Turner’s long-term relationships with the mayor and the town’s leading blacksmith. Becoming agitated, he felt the emotion stirring within his head. Andrew noticed the colour change on his forehead.

“But do not worry, all is not lost! You will understand that I saw the implications of this hostile event and set about quickly changing the real story. I strongly believed there was no need for acrimonious disputes between families. For the good of the school, I maintained calm. After all, Richard and Caleb will finish school here at the end of the term. Hence, the explanation of the events that you first heard still stands. The one complication is that Richard and Caleb know the real events. They have their suspicions and have questioned my explanation. Through various means, I have contained the situation and kept them off the trail. We may have avoided further incidents now that we are on term break. But it might come out in the future. I desired the opportunity of confidentially advising you of this in advance.”

Jonathan sat there, stunned. This wicked little boy, who was probably oblivious to the implications, had interfered in his life again. If this surfaced in the congregation or the marketplace, it would seriously affect his business in the town. Of all people, why the mayor’s son? Andrew’s swift action prevented a significant dispute from developing. Jonathan’s concern subsided slightly.

“Thank you, Andrew, for telling me about this. I was concerned that it involved the boys when I first heard of the incident. But you are correct; we must keep this quiet. I am most thankful for your skilful management of this situation and must apologise for my boy taking justice into his own hands when he should have referred the matter to you. But surely, Andrew, you took a great risk in handling it this way?”

Andrew smiled nervously, “‘Richard and Caleb are not little angels either! They have committed indiscretions and kept quiet with their parents’ agreement. I think we can maintain confidentiality if I remind them regularly. My first consideration was harmony in the running of the church school. But now, thankfully, with the mid-term recess upon us, they will both attend the Free School next term. There will still be the church service on Sundays, which will need watching. With most of these issues, I find that the problems soon disappear once the children are separated.”

“Well done, Andrew. We will meet any problem when it arrives.”

Andrew continued, “I know you are fully aware of the events of Simeon’s injury. We are praying for his speedy recovery. He is a fine boy and very sensible. I feel some guilt for the injury he received.”

“How can that be, Reverend?”

“On that day, we learned of Richard and Caleb’s plan of publicly exposing the events. Simeon, who was tipped off by a friend, advised me in advance. So, I gave them some projects outside the classroom, including an errand, and then sent them home. Unfortunately, being young, adventurous boys, they decided on an expedition. I must admit I did not ask them to go directly home, so they acted within my directions.”           

Jonathan Turner smiled, “You have supported my family and me with great kindness, Andrew, and I was unaware. I am greatly thankful and in your debt.” Jonathan added this indiscretion of William’s activities into his mental ledger. He seemed incapable of thinking of the boy as a six-year-old but as an adversary who would destroy him if he was not careful.

Andrew Taggart felt a heavy burden fall from his shoulders. He felt relieved from his discussion and that Jonathan received it with thanks. Charles Simeon¹ was right, “God’s grace was unmeasurable and life-enriching!”

 Rev Charles Simeon, Curate in Charge of Holy Trinity Church Cambridge. His lectures on sermon composition and his own evangelical theology were widely read by Church of England ministers in the 1820s. He is regarded as one of the most influential church leaders of his time. Simeon Association and Mathew Hale Public Library.

Jonathan sipped again from his cup and said, “Perhaps, if possible, the details should remain between us?” 

Andrew Taggart nodded, agreeing, “It seems Simeon’s current injury, while most unfortunate, is a blessing in disguise. The longer he is kept away from the others, the better. These boys will forget the issues in time, and it will all settle. But the only other issue is containing William.”

Jonathan agreed, “Yes, managing William is a challenge.” They both sighed, and there was a short silence.

“Andrew, you will recall your first sermon on ‘Sin’!”

“I’m afraid it was not the most polished performance, but it was well-meant.”

“No, no! I must encourage you. I was recently in an unpleasant situation where the words of your sermon were of significant help. Your indirect guidance assisted me greatly under considerable pressure, and I know I made the right decision! It may be that I may not have reached the correct conclusion if not for that sermon. I will not go into details, but you must have my thanks. The parish is fortunate that a man of your calibre ministers here.”

Andrew was overwhelmed. He smiled, and the flow of thankful emotion overcame him. Rarely did the Reverend receive positive feedback. He opened his mouth, but Jonathan spoke first.

“We should meet more often, Andrew. Now I must be off - a lot on today.” Jonathan shook hands with Andrew and left him sitting in the coffee shop. 

Jonathan Turner knew Simeon would be out of harm’s way as he recovered at home. It was William now that he must manage. Jonathan needed a plan. William, at age six, was still naïve and could have a slip of the tongue at any time. Richard’s glib comment about visiting Africa may not be far from the truth!

Most of the day’s business at the bakery was complete before Jonathan met Reverend Taggart. He decided to return home as there were issues that still required consideration. Thomas, Anne and Jeb would be quite capable of managing the daily business, and the meeting with the mill builders was not until the coming Saturday. He needed some quiet space to think through these issues, including the revelations about William and Simeon. He was not annoyed about what transpired in his absence, but planning the future was the challenge. 

Walking along the street, he enjoyed the warmth of this bright summer’s day. Guildford was bustling with traders, visitors, and town and country folk moving up and down the High Street. He was content as he saw many of his bakery carts transacting brisk business in the streets and the corn market. As he passed his family’s church, he remembered the rear wall repair project he intended but forgot, discussing it with Andrew Taggart. He must advise the Rector that he would significantly contribute to the project on its announcement. 

Arriving home, he strolled through the hallway and into the kitchen, letting Mrs Jennings know he would be in his study. He collected a letter from Doctor Bassington and called upon his wife upstairs. Jonathan found her fast asleep, still in her nightclothes. He thought she should be up by now but considered the rest beneficial. Quietly sitting beside her bed, he reread Doctor Bassington’s letter.

“Mr Jonathan Turner   July 1826

My apologies, Sir, I am writing without an introduction. However, the emergency with your son Simeon required immediate medical action. I look forward to making your acquaintance in person soon. I intend this to occur towards the end of July, depending on the Navy’s requirements for me. 

No doubt, by now, you have a full explanation of the events. Simeon’s injury was quite severe, with a deep laceration on the upper arm and a break of the radius, one of the bones between the wrist and the elbow. 

The laceration has been cleaned and stitched. This bandaging should be changed regularly, and the wound cleaned each time the bandages are replaced. Given the number of stitches used on the laceration, I suggest that the dressing be renewed daily for the first week and then twice a week. I noticed that Simeon suffered from a slight fever when I last examined him. A fever is consistent with a laceration of this type. I have left instructions with Anne and Clementine for managing this. If the fever is not gone by the time you return, please call Doctor Jeremy Stephens for a further examination. Please Note, Sir, that the process of bleeding Simeon should not be undertaken at present. He lost much blood in the accident and should be drinking plenty of milk, ensuring his blood supply increases. 

Eleanora stirred and rolled over. Jonathan looked up and then refocused on the letter. He thought it strange that Doctor Stephens would bleed Simeon after considerable blood loss. He continued reading. 

The broken bone will require around eight weeks of healing time. The arm should remain immobile during this healing process. I have used a method of splints and bandaging where starch is used and stiffens the bandages. Please renew the dressings at least weekly. Once again, I have left the appropriate instructions with your daughters. 

I will return near the end of July and review Simeon’s recovery.  

You may not understand why we show such interest in your son, Simeon. My good friend, Sir Robert South, whom I have served with these last few years on His Majesty’s Ship Providence, takes a personal interest in the boy. He feels responsible that his bow shot did not kill the stag earlier and protect your son. I believe that Sir Robert, Sir Horace Combes and Sir Roger Duffield saved the lives of both your sons, Sir. 

Sir Robert is the youngest son of the Earl of Fintelton and a lieutenant on the HMS Providence docked at Portsmouth. Both Sir Horace and Sir Roger are good friends of Sir Robert. Sir Horace holds the rank of Captain and is an Assistant Adjutant at Sandhurst, and Sir Roger is a Major in the Royal Artillery stationed at Woolwich Common. 

Sir Robert requested that I take an interest in this case until the boy is quite well again. There will be no cost for this treatment. 

Yours sincerely

Lieutenant Neville Bassington RN

Surgeon   

HMS Providence

Jonathan considered the boys’ exploits. What were they doing in the forest in the first place? He must discuss this with them. Thank goodness for Sir Robert and his friends. He noted there was more in the letter.  

PS: While treating your son, Sir, your wife became ill. I attended to her and found that she was fragile and suffered from some bruising and slight yellowing of the eyes. You should look deeply into her eyes in a place of adequate sunlight and see the yellow colour. It may be that your family doctor missed this in his last examination of Mrs Turner. While I am concerned that there is a more serious underlying cause, the best treatment for this condition is a regular, healthy diet of fresh fruit and vegetables. I will confer with you more on this when I return. 

I would say that your wife is not gaining in strength and will need nursing in the coming months, particularly given that she is with a child. I suggest you employ a lady’s maid for your wife over the coming twelve months.  

It may be prudent that Doctor Stephens attends to your wife regularly. I would welcome an opportunity to discuss your wife’s condition with Doctor Stephens when I return. 

I have left some limited potions with Anne until we meet in late July.” 

Jonathan Turner sat silently for some time, reviewing the letter several times. He was most grateful that Sir Robert took such an interest in Simeon. Indeed, his interest was very generous, and the man must be a true gentleman with a good heart. He was more worried about the comments on Eleanora’s condition. Jeremy Stephens warned him that Eleanora was weak, but he assumed she was recovering. It appeared his assumption was incorrect! What was this underlying cause the Doctor mentioned? Jonathan’s guilt returned – the mismanagement of his emotions had led him astray, and now his wife suffered. Would he ever find peace of mind again?

Glancing out of the window, he noticed the differing patterns of the leaves as the wind gently blew the waving branches. He was a tough businessman and rarely considered nature or beauty. His was a life of action, setting a goal and achieving it. His thoughts now reflected on the fragility of life and how unfair it could be. 

He watched a yellow leaf drop from a branch and floated in the breeze. Light as a feather, it slowly glided out of sight. It was silent, with only him noticing its downfall. It was gone forever. 

A chill came over him as he turned and looked down at his wife, who was quietly sleeping. What was this undiagnosed disease ailing her? He could not manage his family or business on his own. There must be a cure.

Jonathan’s mind was near panic, breaking out in a cold sweat. 

Then he felt Eleanora’s warm hand gently fall on his. “Jonathan, you are back. I am so excited about Thomas and Anne visiting the McPhersons in Greenwich. I feel that Thomas and Marion may have found a partner in each other.”

“It is a very generous invitation, indeed. Perhaps, if requested, they might also extend an invitation to William. This way, Anne would spend more time with William. It may be providential for Thomas and Marion.” Jonathan suggested this with more than one strategy in mind. 

“Jonathan, do you think they would agree?” 

“I am unsure, but William should see more of the world. He may appreciate what he has here more. It may calm his wild spirits. I’m sure he would enjoy catching up with his Uncle Richard on the way and his cousins as well.”

Eleanora was thinking about this as Jonathan continued. 

“Eleanora, I find you need rest, and I understand this with the child coming. I wonder if it would be helpful if we employed an additional maid. She would also assist with cleaning, washing, and cooking. Mrs Jennings would welcome the help. I cannot spare Anne, and Clementine will soon work in the bakery. Would you consider this, please? “

“Can we afford it, Jonathan?”

“Yes, money is not a problem. The business grows stronger and stronger every day. Do you remember Mark and Alison Stepton, Olivia’s parents? They have two elder daughters, one being fourteen and are still at home. I was thinking of offering her a job as a new maid. Mrs Jennings could train her, and the Steptons could use the money. I will have the builders put another room onto Mrs Jennings’s quarters, perhaps a larger room. Who knows, we may need more maids in the future.”

Eleanora wondered at this change in Jonathan. He suddenly seemed most concerned with the family. She was surprised but welcomed it. 

Jonathan rose, “I will be in my study.” 

Eleanora noticed the letter he was carrying, “Who is that letter from Jonathan?”

“Nothing of worry! Just business.” He moved off, knowing change was already happening, and this was just the start. 

Greenwich – Some days later …

Hamish McPherson sat in his office reading the morning mail. There was a letter from Jonathan and Eleanora Turner sending their best wishes and accepting the kind invitation for Thomas and Anne to visit in early August. Jonathan also requested that William might be included. He was keen that his son should see the Naval College – Jonathan intimated that a naval career for William might be a fair calling.  

A letter was soon dispatched with a cheerful request that William join the party and that Mrs Marjorie McPherson was thrilled about his coming. Hamish noted that William would be lucky as many naval ships were arriving at the Woolwich wharves. Mrs McPherson missed her children in Scotland and promised not to spoil the boy. 

At dinner, Hamish McPherson informed Marion of the visit. Now living with the McPhersons permanently, Marion was thrilled and looked forward to the company. She was pleased about Thomas attending.

“I have missed Anne and Thomas so much since we were in Guildford. I would love a return visit soon, but this is better. Oh! Aunty Marjorie, they have never visited London before – there is so much they need to see. We will have a wonderful time.”

Marjorie was of a generous disposition. When Marion was excited, Marjorie was also excited and would do anything for this girl’s happiness. They treated her as if she were their own.

“Yes, Marion, and we shall have a merry time doing this!”

“Should we have a dinner party so they meet my father and brothers? I have already explained my mother’s difficulties but not the other issues. How will we manage these, Uncle?”

Mr McPherson was a mature and experienced Scottish man who believed if there were any skeletons in the closet, they were best brought out and dusted off. If Anne and Thomas suspected such issues, these questions would have arisen during their Guildford visit. On the contrary, he felt that the Turner family shared similar values with no presumptions of greatness but were down-to-earth good citizens. He admired Jonathan Turner’s achievements and his planning for expansion. Business success was where the future lay, not in the landholdings of the aristocracy. These people would be brushed aside as their control of parliament and outdated practices became apparent. Creative thinkers like Jonathan Turner and himself would change the world in the future. He saw significant advantages in Marion marrying into such a family.

Hamish thoughtfully appraised Marion’s question and said, “I think your father, Alexander, will manage this, my Dear! It is probably best if I talk with him beforehand. It will be fine.”

“But you know what happens when they drink, Uncle. They become brash, and the arguments start. Anne and Thomas will think I have a terrible family!”

“Marion, we cannot hide the real situation. They must be asking why you reside here instead of your home. The dinner will answer all their questions. Dear, we have known you since you were a child. Jennifer, before her illness, was a wonderful mother. You have all the graces of any great lady. Your parents are extremely proud of you, just as we are. I am confident that Anne and Thomas will see your goodness and not the problems that your family experiences.”

“I hope so, Uncle, as I do like Thomas ever so much!”

Marjorie joined in, “And so do we. From all that I have seen of them, I have every confidence that they have already made their decisions about you, Marion. Why would they visit if not?” 

“Uncle Hamish and Auntie Marjorie, you have been so kind. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Tonight, I will not sleep a wink thinking about this visit.” She jumped up and gave them each a hug and kiss. Marion said goodnight and rushed away with various plans already brewing.

Hamish was delighted with Marion’s excitement. He thought, ‘You will never know the happiness you have brought for myself and my wife, Marion.’ Marjorie was also beaming and becoming a little teary. 

“Now, Marjorie, I may be incorrect on this, but I’m not sure if the Turners will be aware of the latest fashions in London. Anne and Marion are similar in size; perhaps you and Marion should purchase fashionable dresses tomorrow. I am sure Thomas will have the appropriate outfits, as Jonathan also has this tailor’s business. Anne is such a fine young lady – we must not see her embarrassed!”

“I was thinking the same thing. Hamish, for a tough businessman, you are an old darling, aren’t you? No wonder I married you. I will go and sit with Marion and plan the shopping.”

Hamish McPherson was a shrewd businessman. He and Jonathan had signed the contract for the Epsom pub. His advisers assured him this was an excellent investment with a handsome return. As for Thomas, the plan was that he would become a brewer and join the McPherson Brewing Company. The question Hamish now considered was the best approach to convince him of such a move. Friendship with this boy would reveal what made him tick. Hamish saw great promise in Thomas but was unsure if the boy should be in Guilford or Woolwich. Time will tell.

“Jenkins! Another brandy, please. Tell Babcock I will require the small coach first thing in the morning at six. Also, Mrs McPherson and Marion will require the large coach all day tomorrow – say from ten in the morning.”

“Certainly, Sir.”

“Tell me, Jenkins! I hear a small fleet of Royal Navy frigates is arriving at Woolwich. Do you know which ships they are? Their names.”

“No, Sir, but our cook will know. She has a boy in the Navy. She usually knows all about them before anyone else. Let me check with her, Sir.”

Hamish McPherson enjoyed the brandy as it soothed his throat at each sip. Over the past twenty years, he had developed partnerships with many men, only one or two of whom he liked. The Turners reminded him of his own family about ten years ago. Both Jonathan and Thomas were likeable fellows. They were good company with similar interests. Young Thomas would develop well with the right mentoring. 

“Mr McPherson – the cook was unsure about the first four that came into port. One is Hampshire, and another is Nottingham, but she is unsure of the others. But she does know the name of the last ship which came in this evening.”

“Spit it out, man?”

“HMS Providence, Sir.”  

Hamish’s homework was correct. His contact in Guildford informed him of certain notable gentlemen’s visits, particularly the Earl of Fintelton’s son.

“Good, Jenkins. Please advise Mrs Swiggins that more provisions will be needed in early August. We will be entertaining that week. I will see that Mrs McPherson sees her about this tomorrow morning.” 

At Guildford – Late July …

Anne finished yesterday’s accounts as Jeb entered the office. He lingered a bit before asking, “That man the other day, Sir Robert South. I was surprised he came here. I understand he is involved in some way with Simeon’s broken arm. Have you known this, Sir Robert, for a long time?”

After meeting Sir Robert, Jeb knew he could never compete with such a man. The knight’s appearance changed his plans entirely and put Anne on a pedestal far out of his reach. He also assumed the biscuit order was due to this gentleman’s meeting with Anne.

Taken aback by his question, Anne carefully considered her reply. She was now sure that Jeb thought their relationship more than friendship. It was becoming uncomfortable, and the thought of needing an explanation for every man she met did not sit well with her. It was time to set the boundaries. Still, she liked Jeb and must be gentle and ensure their long-term working relationship remained harmonious.  

“Ah, I only met him the day before when they brought William and Simeon home from the forest. He is quite a good conversationalist, but I know little about him. We may never see him again, I expect. But we are grateful for his saving William and Simeon from that wild deer.”

Jeb was relieved that it was a passing acquaintance. He was keen on advancing his relationship with Anne. “Yes, it may have been far worse. Simeon was fortunate.” Jeb paused, then asked, “Anne, the church fair is in August. Will you be going?”

“Jeb, that was my intention, but the McPhersons have invited us to Greenwich around that date, so I will not be here. Thomas is also leaving town, so you and father will look after the bakery for a few days.”

Jeb planned to spend time with Anne at the fair. Letting her see him in the tug of war and perhaps teaming up in the three-legged race would further his cause. Her absence would be disappointing, as there were few opportunities besides sitting in the church. Anne noticed the frustration on his face. She had dreaded this moment. 

She gently said, “Jeb, come over here and sit down.”

“I really must be getting back, Miss Anne.”

“Jeb, it will only take a few minutes.”

Jeb appeared reluctant but shrugged, moved across, and sat beside her desk. 

“Jeb, it is nice that you are interested in me, and I enjoy talking with you. But you must understand that it is friendship only.”

There was an awkward silence between them. 

“Jeb, do you understand what I am saying?”

He moved in his seat and raised his eyes, “Friendship is a start, is it not, Anne?”

“Yes, it is Jeb, but that is where it ends for us. I like you, Jeb. I enjoy talking with you, and I hope our friendship continues. Any relationship besides friendship may destroy that. We work together well here, Jeb, and I think of you as a friend, but that is as far as it goes. I greatly respect your work and know you are an upstanding community member. But I have other dreams, Jeb. I want other experiences outside Guildford. My life here is just the beginning for me, and I must not encourage any hopes you have that might spoil your life. I hope you will understand this.”

Jeb’s smile became a frown of concern. “You mean you do not desire my companionship?”

“No, Jeb, many women, I am sure, would desire your attention. But I cannot control my beliefs, likes, and dreams. I am happy at present as my parents need me, but I long for more in life: the chance to travel and see new lands. I want some adventure in my life before I settle down.”

“I could wait, Anne!”

“That’s not it, Jeb. I don’t want you to wait. You need your freedom to find the girl who is right for you. I am sure many girls out there would love you courting them. Let us remain friends. Please, Jeb?”

Jeb looked down in embarrassment. “I see. I must apologise for making my feelings known. I have been too eager. I must go. Sorry.”

He stood up, smiled and walked out slowly. Anne felt a low pain in her heart. She knew Jeb as a kind man, but he was not the man for her. If she married him, she would not grow – she would feel trapped and frustrated. Best that he knew now. Then she thought again. Perhaps she was mistaken. It may be that she may never receive an offer of romance again! She shuddered. She wanted marriage and children as her mother had accomplished, but Jeb was not the one for her. Was she too selective? Was Anne missing an opportunity? She was unsure of the answers. Perhaps a talk with her mother might clarify these fears. 

That afternoon, the Turner’s eldest daughter, Bethany, arrived by coach from Woking. Since receiving Anne’s letter, thoughts of home were uppermost in her mind. The Reverend Charles and Mrs Wendy Upton were quite understanding and arranged a week off for a visit. A temporary governess would look after the children while she was away. 

Bethany Turner, nineteen years of age, was the second eldest of the Turner children. Although she gained most of her mother’s better attributes, some would not have considered her as attractive as Anne. What Bethany may have slightly lacked in beauty, she made up for with an amazingly warm personality. 

Alighting from the coach, she excitedly cried, “Anne, let me hug you and see you are real!” Snups was whining and shaking with excitement. “Snups – down, boy! Let me organise a man for my bags, and then we will walk home and talk.”

Anne was astonished at how worn and tired Beth looked. 

They set off on foot for the Turner home with a hired man carrying the bags. 

“Thank you for your letter, Anne. I was shocked by the news. Reverend Upton was kind in allowing me this time off. Now, what else can you tell me about the situation?”

Anne and Bethany were close, sharing that sisterly love of unconditionally supporting each other. Anne gave a brief outline of recent events. She ended with the news that Doctor Neville Bassington would arrive tomorrow to examine Simeon and her mother. Bethany was pleased to hear her mother was resting more and improving in energy.  

“Now, Beth, it’s time for your bath and a rest before dinner!” They both agreed. 

At dinner that night, Jonathan Turner announced some news. He waited until everyone finished their meals and then asked for their attention. 

“As you all know, Thomas and Anne will visit the McPherson’s in Greenwich the week after next. I received a letter today that contained an invitation for William as well. Mrs McPherson is much excited by the idea of William’s attendance.”

William beamed joyfully, saying, “I’m going too, Anne and Thomas, I am going too!”

Mrs Turner was pleased for William but also a little jealous of losing her son. She would have preferred accompanying her children, but that was out of the question in her current state of health. 

Jonathan continued, “William, I have asked Mrs McPherson if she would arrange visits to both the dockyard and the Naval College. It may be that you take an interest in the Navy. I have been advised they take on boys between the ages of eight and twelve.”

Suddenly, silence came over the gathering, and Simeon blurted out, “But Father William is only six and a half. He is far too young at present. Why am I not invited?”

“It will do William no harm. These things may inspire him in the future. Simeon, you will be better off remaining home due to your broken arm.”

Simeon was not convinced but said no more.

“I also announce that Lieutenant Neville Bassington will be returning tomorrow, intending to re-examine you, Simeon and possibly try a new treatment on your arm. He will take a room at the Fox and Hound and attend to you here.  

Also, I have conferred with your mother, and we will be hiring an additional maid over the next twelve months. We have not told all of you yet, but your mother is with child, so we shall need the extra help. With that in mind, Robinsons’ builders will extend the maid’s quarters, increasing our staff accommodation.”

Marcia did not understand, “What does it mean, Mama, that you are with child?”

Eleanora smiled, bowed low, and said, “Mama is going to have another baby. A little sister or brother for you. “

Marcia’s face lit up, “Yoweee! When will it come, Mama?”

“Soon! Too soon.”

Anne looked at her sister Beth with a slight frown. Given her delicate state, they both thought about the dangers for their mother. 

Later in the evening, a knock came on the front door. Mrs Jennings informed Mr Turner that the Reverend Andrew asked for an interview. Jonathan immediately answered the request, apologising profusely about Andrew being left outside and ushered him quickly into his study.

“Mrs Jennings – tea, please.”

The minister slumped down in an armchair. He seemed a little tired and ruffled. 

Andrew sadly said, “Jonathan, I have come from Jeremy Stephens’ home. Jeremy has passed away tonight!”

Jonathan looked in utter disbelief, “No!”

“I’m afraid so. Dorothy told me of his hard, long day visiting patients and then arriving home looking exhausted. They decided he should have a rest before dinner. She went up thirty minutes later and called him – he did not respond. She then noticed that his eyes were open.”

Jonathan sat in silence. The man was almost part of their family for over forty years. His death was a tragic loss. Jonathan commented, “He just drifted off?”

“Dorothy related how lately he was becoming worn out and thinking of retiring. Now, I think he must have been over sixty years of age. He was also becoming forgetful, but I did not notice this. They decided on taking a holiday where he could decide on retirement, but it all came too late.”

They both sat in silence, remembering a good friend.  

“Jonathan, as you have been a parish councillor for many years, it would be good if you would give the eulogy. I know Jeremy was your close friend, and I am sure Dorothy would agree with this. He has no other family here in Guildford, with his children living in London. A local person who knew him well, someone such as yourself, should take on this responsibility.”

Mrs Jennings brought in the tea. 

“Laura is with her now – Dorothy is naturally most upset. I called in Doctor Sopwith, and he informed the Constable. They will take care of her tonight. Andrew informs me some children will come down from London and comfort her.”

“Yes, of course, I am honoured to be asked. I will call on Dorothy in the morning and pay my condolences.”

“Thank you, Jonathan. I knew I could count on you. Jeremy’s passing leaves a vacancy on the Parish Council. Unfortunately, this will cause an election. Do you recall how many applied the last time there was a vacancy? Finding someone interested in the church rather than status this time would be good. Not that Jeremy was ever inclined that way, but some of our council members seem too proud of their positions. You understand what I am saying, Jonathan, don’t you?”

“Yes! We probably have until the weekend before questions start being asked, so why don’t we both think about possible new members? We can talk again later in the week and compare lists.”

Andrew was scratching his head. “It would be convenient if the Council could appoint an interim person until next year’s vestry meeting, saving the heartache of an election.”

“Good idea, Andrew. Why not consult with the bishop tomorrow? Perhaps write a message tonight and have a rider deliver it tomorrow. We must not break any canon laws when we act.

By the way, Andrew, I am looking for an extra maid for the housekeeping. I tried the Stepton family but received a message from Patrick Easton that the Stepton girls work for the manor house. Would you let me know if you think of anyone, please?”

“There are a few around - let me talk with Laura and see if she knows anyone good. Leave it with me!”

The two men chatted for some time, recalling good times spent with Jeremy and all the pro bono work he did. They both agreed it would be a big funeral; they would need a plan developed in advance. Hopefully, the undertaker would maintain the corpse longer than usual, allowing time for the preparations. 

Andrew then rushed home, thinking about service details and the bishop’s letter.  

Jonathan sat there, sipping on his tea. He was thinking about his family’s medical needs. Which Doctor would the family employ now? He was not fond of Doctor Sopwith, as the man was like an aristocrat and would look down on them. Thank goodness this Neville Bassington was coming on Thursday. They had not met yet, but he liked the tone of his letter. The man was a more comfortable fit for Jonathan. Perhaps Guildford would attract him? It was probably a long shot – but what attraction did Guildford have to attract a young navy doctor? Jonathan sighed.

In the girl’s bedroom on the first floor, Bethany Turner was enjoying the comfort of being at home. She and Anne had the first long sisterly talk in over a year. 

“I love being home and back in our room – you would not know how much I missed this place and you, Anne.”

Anne grinned with joy – having her elder sister back was just what she needed. A confidant, someone she could discuss issues with and advise her on the wisdom of her decisions. Her mother was wise, but a sister gave a new perspective to matters.  

“I know Woking is not that far away, but it seems on the other side of the world when you are there. How is it working at the rectory? You seem tired, Beth.”

“Looking after five children is somewhat demanding – even with the housekeeper helping. They are good children, but they are active and always have demands. Take my advice, Anne – resist becoming a governess at all costs. Perhaps avoid marrying – children are too demanding. I hope for a quiet stay with a few sleep-ins to refresh my strength.”

“It sounds demanding, but you must meet lots of different people. There must be many young men interested in you at Woking.”

“You would think so, but no one ever appears at the rectory. Well, not often, except for the cleaners and contractors. It is quite lonely. My only opportunity for meetings is on Sunday at church. Then only farmer’s sons appear, looking for a wife to feed them, provide them with satisfaction and have children. The prospects are not that exciting or romantic! I fear I will end up on some farm with ten children and a hungry husband who chases me to bed each night. I feel life slipping away from me.”

“You are tired, Beth. Things will improve. But it is good having you home again.” 

“Now, tell me about my mother.”

Anne licked her top lip, “There is much I have not explained yet!”

The two sisters chattered well into the evening before finally snuffing the last candle in the house.  

In the morning …

Jonathan Turner returned home for breakfast with his wife after being with Thomas at the bakery for some hours. Eleanora was in the parlour with Marcia. 

“Ah, Eleanora, you are looking much better this morning. Have you rested well?”  

“I think it is the extra rest and good food. I still lack the energy for more exercise, but I am sure that will come again soon.”

“Andrew Taggart visited last night and advised me that Doctor Jeremy Stephens died late yesterday afternoon. Such a pity, as he was a good friend. We will miss him as our family Doctor.”

Eleanora was shocked at this news. “There was no warning that his health was declining. My goodness, this is sad, especially for Dorothy.”

Jonathan replied that he would visit Dorothy Stephens later in the morning, pass on their condolences, and ask if they could do anything. 

“We will need a new family doctor, my Dear! Doctor Sopwith is available, yet I am reticent about him – he is sometimes arrogant. Do you have anyone in mind? Given your current state and our frequent need for family medical advice, we must decide soon!”

Eleanora looked puzzled. “There is a new doctor I have heard of practising on the western side of town. Some of the ladies at our church are using him. I think his name is Chenning. Perhaps you could talk with him, Jonathan.”

“Yes, I will do that. Doctor Neville Bassington will arrive tomorrow, and I believe he is taking rooms at the Fox and Hound. I thought that given the good service he affords us, the least we could do would be a dinner invitation tomorrow evening. I am looking forward to finally meeting him, and I am sure he would enjoy meeting the rest of the family.”       

“Jonathan, I agree, and I think you will find him a most pleasant gentleman. It is a pity he is in the navy and not a practising doctor in these parts.” Eleanora thought momentarily and asked, “Do you know if he is married? He must not be, or he would be bringing his wife with him. Perhaps Bethany might show him Guildford if he is staying longer.”

“Ah, Eleanora, I see what you are saying, but let us see how the dinner goes first. We should meet him before planning any adventures, especially involving Bethany. But I must tell you about my discussion with Andrew Taggart yesterday. You will be amazed!”

Jonathan then explained the full story of William and Simeon’s exploits at school and how they hiked up the mountain. He ensured she understood it must remain confidential as the details, if revealed, might cause disputes between families. 

“So, it may be advisable for William to remain around the home, keeping Simeon company until he departs with the others for Greenwich the weekend following. I think things will have settled enough by the time he returns.”

Eleanora sat back in her chair. She agreed with Jonathan that this could have consequences if not handled carefully. Indeed, the Reverend Taggart had protected their family by his skilful management of the situation. 

“Jon? For dinner, why not invite Andrew and Laura Taggart as well? They would be good company, and, in a way, it would be an indirect thank you for all he has done for us. It would also be a meeting opportunity for William and Simeon as they are not attending school.”

“Eleanora, that is a grand idea, as I was somewhat nervous about meeting Dr Bassington alone. I will write notes this morning and have them delivered. Would you plan the dinner with Mrs Jennings and advise the children? We shall have an enjoyable evening.” 

“Jonathan, you recall you suggested another maid. I have consulted Marjorie Smith on this, and she gave me the name of an agency that provides maids. The agency is in London; however, they can now place maids with Guilford expanding. I contacted their office, and they will send someone for a trial starting next Monday.”

“That is a relief, Eleanora. I was wondering how I would find the time for this. Let us meet this new maid and review her references on Monday when she arrives.” 

Jonathan stood silently and said, “Firstly, I must write these notes, and then it is time I visited Dorothy Stephens and offered assistance.”

“Yes, he was such a kind, understanding man. But Jonathan, when Doctor Bassington visited Simeon on the second day, he was most concerned when I mentioned that Jeremy bled him. It also struck me as strange, given Simeon had already lost so much blood. Doctor Bassington advised against bleeding. He also commented on Jeremy not renewing the dressings and ensuring their tightness.”

Eleanora stopped talking as if she was considering this.  

“When you said that Dorothy commented on his memory, I thought that perhaps there was something wrong even when he visited Simeon. While it is a sad loss for Dorothy, maybe it was time for Jeremy.”

Jonathan was listening intently.

“Eleanora, there is a warning in this for us all!”