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Chapter 10

The McPherson Household, Greenwich …

In an evening suit, Alexander Steele sat in Hamish McPherson’s study, admiring the fine book collection around the walls. The door was closed, and they sipped scotch while seated on comfortable leather chairs. The sun was still high in early August, and the room was light and warm. A slight wind blew in from the southeast, up the Thames, drifting in through the open window. 

“You say this Thomas will manage your new brewery in Guildford? But what are his connections, Hamish? What kind of a family does he come from?”

“You sound like the aristocrats, Alex! His connections do not matter! He is a sound thinker with ideas well ahead of his time. These are the sorts of young people who will transform our country. This morning, I took him on a tour of the brewery. A newcomer who has never seen a brewery before, and with ideas I have not considered. That is why he will become the Guildford manager. Once a business reaches a certain size, introducing non-family members into management is essential for business improvement and development. There are advantages of new people coming on board, progressive young people who can further develop the company. Thomas is perfect for that.”

“So, who is his family?”

“Thomas’s father, Jonathan, is a baker and inherited the family business. Jonathan has a brother who runs an alehouse in Ewell. I am uncertain of Jonathan’s other siblings. I have met Jonathan’s brother, Richard, who has two sons, Oliver and Harry. One of his sons, Oliver, who has substantial pub experience, will run the new pub in Epping. Jonathan is investing significant amounts in that venture. 

I believe Jonathan’s baking business is quite profitable and extensive. It is also experiencing rapid growth, as is Guildford and the whole area southwest of London. They not only do bread but pastry and biscuits. I have a tin of the biscuits here –try one! The quality is the best I have ever tasted, and I know many others with the same opinion.

Thomas’s sister, Anne, and one of his younger brothers stay with us for the week. You won’t meet William as we have a Nanny looking after him. Despite his protestations, he is far too young for dinner parties, but you will meet Anne. She is an attractive young lady, but don’t underestimate her. She is knowledgeable and a match for any woman in London. The children are impressive indeed and indicate the quality of the family.” 

Alexander Steele looked out the window. Frowning, he took a bite of the biscuit offered. Surprised by its crisp quality and pleasant favour, Alexander smiled. He then took another sip of Hamish’s enjoyable scotch whisky, rolling it around his mouth. His life was suffering from dramatic changes since his wife’s health failed. Now that Jenny was in full-time care, he felt very alone. His three sons bitterly resented his decision. But he was thankful for the quality care she now received, something his sons refused to understand. Anyway, Jenny no longer recognised them. It was tragic. 

“The biscuit is quite tasty.” He took another sip of the whisky. “This is also a fine Scotch!”

“Of course, Alex. It is genuine scotch malt from the Isle of Islay. You can taste the peat!”

“You say that this young fellow will be the manager. Will he have the means Marion requires for her lifestyle?”

“I believe so, Alex. I will provide a substantial manager’s house for them in Guildford. He will receive a good retainer. Given time, I expect he will progress well, and I will reward him with some equity in the company. He is also the manager of the bakery in Guildford. He will transition over time into brewing, but I expect he will inherit a fair share of the family businesses.”

“Does Marion love this young man?”

“From what I can determine, she does. There is a willingness on her part that appears quite genuine. Marion was delighted to be involved with them while we were in Guildford.”

“Hamish, I’m not sure about this. Why not look for a better catch with one of the grandfamilies.”

“Alex, remember that we are the working class. They accept our existence but not our company. The world is changing quickly, but their natural reaction is to cling to their old traditions. Their reaction is understandable, but they do it at their financial peril. The class system will slowly defeat itself! The rise of industry will do this for us. The future of this country, our country, will depend on people like us.”

Alexander Steele was also a business owner, forming his own company supported by various investors. He understood Hamish’s argument but still seemed unconvinced. 

“Believe me! I have done my research. I have found nothing wrong here. They have their hiccups, and so do we, but Jonathan Turner is successful because he works hard and has bright ideas he implements. Thomas is just as smart, if not more innovative and has learned from his father. How many young people learn from their elders and build on it? Thomas does. He is a good catch, Alex! And I will make sure he prospers. You have my word on this.

My friend, we are ageing. I am planning my transition out of management. May I be bold and suggest you are in the same position? Marion will soon commence the next stage of her life. With Jenny now ill, your support will be vital for her.”

Alexander Steele sat still and then took another sip of whisky. He rubbed his red eyes and then inside his collar. The sun was still hot despite the cool breeze. 

“You are right! We are getting on. This thing with Jenny has aged me more than I admit. It has left me desolate, Hamish. I miss her company so much. The boys will only understand in time. It all takes time.” 

He took another sip. Alexander sat there for a few minutes, thinking deeply. Hamish was about to speak when Alex turned with a smile and said, “Thank you for looking after Marion. I could not have provided for her emotionally at this time as you and Marjorie have. It appears she has found a good partner in life!”

Hamish breathed out gently in relief. The explanation succeeded. Alexander Steele had agreed and was primed for the meeting later that night. It was delicate there for a while, and Hamish was pleased that his gentle persuasion succeeded. He took a large gulp of scotch and finished his glass with a warm feeling in his stomach. 

“Another?” Hamish raised his empty glass.

“Yes, Hamish, thanks.”

“I was thinking, Alex. While this is fresh in your mind, why not ask Thomas in, and we discuss it now? It will save a meeting after dinner, and you can invite Thomas and Marion for dinner at your house in a few days before he leaves for Guildford. It is a good opportunity. Introducing the family will help build the acquaintance.” 

“Yes - that is the way. I am glad we have decided!”

Hamish made for the door, “Jenkins. Would you please locate Mr Turner and ask if we might have the pleasure of his company in the study here? Mr Thomas Turner, please.”

The dinner would be formal, and Mr McPherson agreed that Jenkins hire two additional footmen for the night. Much preparation was happening inside the house, and soon, everyone would begin dressing for dinner. 

Anne finally found a free moment, with Nanny Jones occupying William, and Marion was discussing dinner arrangements with Mrs McPherson. She moved down the hallway quietly lest she attracted any attention and entered her brother’s room. Thomas was dressed and waiting for dinner.   

Anne looked Thomas up and down, noting his smart dinner suit, “You meet approval, Thomas! Very handsome. Mother and Father would be proud of you.”

Thomas sat there, thinking. He had not been aware Anne was in the room. He looked up, “Thank you, Anne. I was thinking about how much has happened since we arrived here. It was a splendid visit with Robert today, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, Thomas. The masts, rigging, and sails entranced William. It was as if he was born with it in his blood. I think he may be heading towards the Navy. Did you see the smile on his face? I enjoyed it, as well. But all those long days at sea must be a lonely life.”

Thomas nodded in agreement and sighed, “Not the life I would choose!”

“Thomas, I need a private talk with you. I was becoming uncomfortable here and wondered how you were feeling?”

“What do you mean by uncomfortable?”

“My feeling is that the McPhersons are influencing us in our decisions for the future.”

“Ah. I know what you mean. However, it may be a good thing. A wake-up call!”

“What do you mean by ‘A wake-up call’, Thomas?”

“As you know, I have grown very fond of Marion. At first, I thought it strange that she would fancy me, a baker from Guildford. Then, as she explained her life and that her family was like ours, I understood she was not looking for someone grand but someone who shared the same values and lifestyle. Her family are not as well off as the McPhersons.”

“Yes, I think you are correct on that.”

“We have been exchanging letters, and our relationship has grown. So, when the invitation came for this trip, I thought I might propose while I was here.”

“You want to marry her?” Anne was alarmed. She felt she was already losing a sister, and now a beloved brother might be lost as well. “But I will be left alone at home, Thomas!”

“At some stage, Anne, I must marry, and you know me – there’s not much on the horizon regarding matrimonial stakes. You will not be losing a brother but gaining a sister and a wonderful one. Clementine, Madeline and Marcia will still be home with William and Simeon.” 

“Sorry, Thomas, I was thinking of only myself. You and Beth are the ones I can confide in at home. But you are correct; Marion would be a good sister-in-law.”

“The funny thing is that when Marion heard about Bethany’s engagement, it must have spurred her on. She came to see me the night we arrived. We kissed, and then I knew she was the girl for me. So, I proposed, and she accepted.”

Anne sat there in stunned silence. She looked at Thomas in disbelief. “You are engaged?”

“Yes, Anne! Are not congratulations in order?” 

“Does Father know?”

“I am my own man, Anne! I will advise mother and father on our return.”

“Thomas, this is a big step. You will need a substantial income as Marion will have expectations. Have you thought this through?”

“I am glad you mentioned this, Anne. Do you recall my tour with Mr McPherson this morning? He offered me employment as manager of the new brewery in Guilford. I understand that I will be well remunerated and a substantial manager’s house will be provided. All these things happening at once is quite amazing!”

Anne stood up and gazed out the window. Her mind was buzzing. She could see the tops of the ship masts at the Woolwich docks, and the breeze was strengthening with the brightly coloured flags now fully extending like beacons. It was as if the breeze was blowing the past away. Her security, stability, and confidence all came from the past, but now, it was all changing in front of her eyes. 

She was sure the McPhersons planned this well ahead of their visit. There were several ways of looking at it. Perhaps it was an innocent situation where this marriage would happily intertwine the McPhersons with the Turners or revolve around money and influence. She was unsure if she was over-cautious in suspecting these people of ill will towards her family. Maybe she imagined this, and the situation was genuine. Time will tell. 

“Anne?”

Thomas looked over at her standing beside the window, gazing at the view, and he wondered what she was thinking. 

“Will you not congratulate me on my good fortune in winning Marion’s hand and the job in brewing?”

Anne’s mind was moving her out over the ships like a bird flying high in the gusts of wind. She felt as if the other birds were flying away, and she was alone, looking down at the waving flags. What would her future be? Where would it lead her?

Thomas could see she was struggling with it all. She needed reassurance. “Anne, you will always be my sister. You will always be welcome wherever I am. But I do love Marion so much. She and I will be so happy. Please, I need your blessing as you are my closest friend.”  

Unaware of a knocking, Anne looked around as Thomas opened the door to find Jenkins there. “Mr McPherson wonders if you would join him in his study, Mr Turner?”  

“Yes, certainly, I will be right down.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Anne, I shall meet you at dinner. Must go now; the boss calls!”

Anne followed Thomas out of his room into the hallway. She stopped him, kissing him on his cheek. 

“God bless you and Marion, Thomas. I’m sure you will be most happy. I’ll congratulate Marion at dinner!” 

“Thank you, sister!” He gave her a hug and a kiss back. “Your blessing means a great deal to me!” Smiling at her, he rushed off down the stairs.

At Dinner …

Anne was late as the conversation with Thomas was longer than expected. As she dressed, she gained courage from the beautiful new dress selected for tonight. Her mother had supplied Anne with delicate jewellery to perfect her costume.  

On the way down, she quickly looked in on William, finding him standing on a chair having a sword fight with Nanny Jones. It appeared all was well with William, so knowing she was running late, she smiled, waved and closed the door. As Anne arrived in the drawing room, the party was moving into dinner. The McPhersons were unaware that Guildford was so contemporary with the London fashions, and they were astounded at her lovely dress and beauty.  

The table was set another way tonight and extended, providing enough room for twelve places. What Anne considered a lavish setting last night did not compare with the glitter of this occasion. The chandeliers over the table sparkled light down on a magnificent flower setting of yellow and deep red roses, augmenting the shine of the beautiful crockery and shining silver cutlery. Jenkins had excelled tonight and bore a pleasant smile as they all entered, admiring the dining room. Several footmen assisted in finding their seats designated by place names. 

Mr McPherson stood behind his chair at the centre of the table. Beside him sat Admiral Sir Tristan Sutherland’s wife, Amanda, and on the other side, Miss Marion Steele. An unknown gentleman stood beside Mrs McPherson, and a well-dressed lady joined their conversation. Anne later learned this was Mrs Felicity Handle, wife of Archdeacon Rufus Handle. The Archdeacon sat opposite Neville Bassington at the end of the table.

As Anne entered the dining room doorway, Mr McPherson noticed and warmly welcomed her loudly.  

“Anne, you look positively beautiful tonight. As always! Let me introduce you to Admiral Sir Tristan Sutherland.”

Anne was unsure of the protocol, having never met an Admiral before. She slightly blushed, enhancing her complexion, and offered her hand.

The Admiral, taking her hand, said, “My, Miss Turner, Hamish did not tell me we would have such charming ladies with us tonight.” He turned and nodded to Marion, ensuring he included Hamish’s niece. “Miss Anne, I am glad to make your acquaintance.”

Marion was relieved by this comment, as while she felt outdone by Anne’s beauty, she believed the statement included all the ladies. 

“I am greatly honoured to meet you, Admiral Sutherland.”

“Now tell me, Anne – you must be the daughter of Mr Jonathan Turner, whose biscuits I have heard so much, and I hear that I will finally taste some tonight.”

“Yes, Sir Tristan, I am one of Mr Turner’s five daughters. Lieutenant Neville Bassington and my sister Bethany have recently announced their engagement, so I am pleased he is here. I do hope you enjoy the biscuits. I was unaware there would be a tasting, but I am excited that it will occur. If I may be of assistance, it would be my pleasure.”

The Admiral, who was much impressed by this young lady, said, “Miss Turner, thank you. I shall rely on your advice.”  

Standing at the end of the table, Captain Mark Foster whispered in Robert South’s ear, “My, if her sister is only half as beautiful as this girl, then I wonder why it took Bassington a whole day before he proposed!”

Robert smiled and quietly replied, “Captain Foster, you and I know Neville will sometimes procrastinate!”

“Ha! Well said, Lieutenant South.”

They both chuckled as Anne moved on from the Admiral and walked their way, searching for her name place. 

Captain Foster said, “And now, Sir Robert, you must introduce me.”

Anne raised her eyes and found Robert straight in front of her. She broke into a beautiful smile, “Hello, Robert.”

Robert winked, and she grinned, “Anne, let me introduce you. Captain Mark Foster of His Majesty’s Ship Providence, may I introduce Miss Anne Turner.”

Mark Foster was not retiring and valued mixed company, given he missed his absent wife. “Delighted to meet you, Miss Turner. I am sorry I was not there today when you and your party toured the ship with Sir Robert. I was with Admiral Sutherland on a pressing matter.”

“Captain, thank you so much for your permission. The tour was a fascinating moment for me, and it greatly inspired my young brother William. I think you may have a new Midshipman tomorrow – so you will know where you may send him home if he suddenly appears.”

They all had a good laugh at this. 

“Ah, I heard that William enjoyed himself. Sir Robert assures me he will be a good Midshipman once he is twelve. Pray, where is he tonight?”

“When I last saw him some minutes ago, he was upstairs with Nanny Jones playing pirates. I think Nanny Jones will retire with bruises and aches. Poor thing!”

“Capital, Capital. The boy sounds like he has a spirit. That’s what we want!”

Anne found her place between Captain Foster and Mr Malcolm Smith. Captain Foster introduced Mr Smith, “Now, Miss Anne Turner. May I introduce Mr Malcolm Smith of the Admiralty?”

Mr Smith’s suit was similar to the one worn by Thomas, and he was not a Navy man. Malcolm was quite tall and appeared to be mid-forties in his age. His smile was friendly, and he seemed somewhat reserved. 

“Delighted, Miss Turner.”

Anne was curious why this gentleman was there, “It is a pleasure meeting you, Mr Smith. I see you are not in uniform, so I assume you have a connection with these fine gentlemen?”

Robert was again impressed by Anne. At seventeen and a half, she handled these men like a sophisticated aristocrat twice her age. Her conversation was not pretentious but quite genuine and well-meaning, and they appreciated her like a breath of fresh air. She held them all in the palm of her hand. He marvelled at the girl’s natural skills.    

He looked up and winked at Neville, sitting at the other end of the table. He was thinking the same, and with a nod, he grinned back. 

“Miss Anne, I work in the Admiralty Procurements Office – we buy supplies for the Navy.”

Admiral Sutherland, enjoying these introductions, could not contain himself, saying, “Don’t underrate yourself, Malcolm. Anne, he runs the place. A most important man.”

Anne broke out into a beautiful smile and said, “In that case, I will be on my best behaviour tonight, Mr Smith.”

Malcolm Smith was a shy, gentle soul who was exceptionally knowledgeable about procurements. His appointment as Comptroller was purely on merit, as the Admiralty, as with all organisations, established stringent rules ensuring the goods procured fulfilled the navy requirements. The Admirals found him the kind of man they enjoyed working with, as he was always obliging, listened carefully, and ensured quality when fulfilling their demands. These attributes had won their respect and assisted in his advancement! 

Malcolm Smith blushed a little, and after Anne took her place, he sat down, looking sideways, giving her a polite smile of thanks.

At the other end of the table sat Archdeacon Rufus Handle, Rector of the local church, which the McPhersons attended. His wife Felicity sat between Alexander Steele and Neville Bassington. After moving to Greenwich, the McPhersons made the local Church of England their home church and became good friends with the Archdeacon and his wife. Thomas was particularly interested in meeting with this minister as he imagined he would be the celebrant for his upcoming, unannounced wedding. 

Having only the slightest time before dinner, Thomas briefly shared the details of the pre-dinner meeting with Marion. The best news, of course, was Mr Steele’s blessing for their marriage. Marion felt it was a miracle and was on top of the world. She pleaded with Mr McPherson that he announce the engagement at dinner. Hamish agreed this would be an appropriate occasion for the announcement but understood that he should immediately send some notification to the Turners. He had no desire to offend his business partner and would send a rider tonight. 

In between conversations at her end of the table, Anne noticed Marion and Thomas sitting side-by-side in a world of their own. They were conversing at a rapid rate and deep in concentration. Marion appeared excited and was continuously smiling. ‘She looks radiant tonight,’ Anne thought. ‘Perhaps this is all genuine. My fears must be imaginary.’

Then Mr McPherson stood up and said, “Ladies and gentlemen! Before I presume on Archdeacon Handle for grace, there is a need for a couple of announcements. Thank you, everyone, for joining us here tonight as our guests. It gives Marjorie (he indicated Mrs McPherson) and myself great pleasure to have you here in our home this evening, and I’m sure there will be much lively conversation.”

“Here, here!” Several of the guests appreciated Hamish’s comment. 

“Please excuse me, Alexander, but I know I have your permission. There is great anticipation between these two young people beside me. So, I will now make this announcement so we all might share in their excitement.”

Anne thought, “No! Mother and father are unaware!”

Hamish continued, “It gives me great pleasure to announce the engagement between my niece Marion, the daughter of Mr Alexander and Mrs Jennifer Steele, and the eligible and fine young man, Mr Thomas Turner, son of Mr Jonathan and Mrs Eleanora Turner of Guildford.”

There was a loud commotion of congratulations and much joy around the table. Robert noticed that Anne was not surprised and showed little excitement. However, he displayed good manners and joined in the congratulations heartily. Mrs McPherson ran around the table and hugged and kissed them both. Alexander Steele reached across the table and shook hands with Thomas in a moving gesture of friendship. Mr McPherson then called for quiet, and Archdeacon Handle said a spectacular grace, duly noting thanks for the newly engaged couple, followed by a loud “Amen” by all. With the prayer complete, the footmen distributed the champagne for a toast. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please charge your glasses. I give you the newly engaged couple, Marion and Thomas.”

All followed, “Marion and Thomas!”

“Thank you all, and now let the dinner begin.”

Anne felt a slight tug on the side of her dress as the guests enjoyed the first course. There beside her was William in his pyjamas. Captain Foster said, “Ah, this must be my new midshipman, William?”

“Yes, Captain Foster, this is William.”

William turned and politely said hello, then, turning to Anne in some urgency, said, “There’s something wrong with Nanny Jones.” 

“What do you mean, William?”

“She is just lying on the floor with her eyes closed. She is not moving!”

Anne politely excused herself, stood, and requested Neville’s assistance. Robert also jumped up and followed. 

In an in-depth conversation with Felicity Handle and Alexander Steele about Mrs Steele’s illness, Neville looked up when Anne called, “Please excuse me, Felicity and Alexander, as I must attend to the request of my future sister-in-law. It seems the Nanny requires medical assistance. The luck of a Surgeon!” They politely nodded, and Neville moved away, following Anne, William, and Robert up the stairs. 

In William’s bedroom, they found Nanny Jones lying flat on the floor with a large bump on the forehead. She was unconscious and quite still. Neville knelt beside her, felt for a pulse, and found a strong one. He made a quick examination. 

“Robert, please ask for a couple of footmen and a maid. We must carefully reposition Nanny Jones into her bedroom and ask the maid to fetch me some clean towels and cool water. I think she will recover soon, but it appears she has been knocked unconscious.”

Robert darted off for the help required. 

“Anne, where is her bedroom?”

“Next door.”

“Which side?”

“The left.”

Neville gently rolled Nany Jones onto her side so she breathed more easily. Soon, the footmen arrived, and Neville supervised the transfer, following as they carefully carried Nanny Jones out of the room. Robert looked around at William, who quietly put himself into bed. 

“William, what happened?”

“I like Nanny Jones. She is terrific fun. I didn’t mean to hit her!”

Anne’s eyes blazed at William, “What do you mean you hit her?”

“We were playing pirates, and she chased me around the ship. I jumped up on the poop deck, which is that chair, and I was waving this broom handle through the air. She turned and ran into it like Father did by the river that time. It was an accident. It hit her head, and she fell on the floor.”

Robert opened his mouth to laugh but covered it quickly as he saw Anne’s anger. 

“William, you will remain in bed now and sleep. It is now well past your bedtime. Nanny Jones will have a very sore head tomorrow and will need rest. I will be replacing Nanny Jones tomorrow. I don’t want you to move from this bed again tonight.”

William replied, “I am in bed, but what if I need the toilet?”

“You have your bedpan; you may use that, but that is it. I will arrange for a maid tonight who will check on you regularly. Good night.”

Robert was amused but suppressed it as best he could. “I will see you for the picnic on Sunday, William. Good night.”        

William glared at them and pulled the covers over his chin as Anne blew out the candle. 

As they came down the stairs, Robert could no longer contain himself and roared with laughter. 

“He took out the Nanny with a broomstick. That’s classic.” He continued laughing.

“Robert, it is not funny. William might have severely injured the poor girl. She will probably leave for home tomorrow, which will be our family’s fault.”

Robert was still shaking with laughter, “Come on, Anne, you must see the funny side of the event. He came and got us as soon as it happened. Neville will take good care of her. But it is just so funny!”

Anne calmed herself. She was disgusted with Robert’s lack of sensitivity but realised she might be overreacting. A glimmer of smirk slowly came upon her face, “You men! What we women put up with!”

They approached the dining room. Anne smiled at Robert and said, “I’ll let you explain what occurred with William and Nanny Jones, the nanny Mrs McPherson hired.”

Robert stopped laughing immediately and stood with his mouth open, “But, but……Anne!”

Anne glided silently into the dining room and sat down on her chair, smiling sweetly. 

The dinner was a pleasant affair. Neville returned and announced that Nanny Jones was now conscious and laughing about the episode. Mrs McPherson was much relieved and put the hiring of another nanny out of her mind. Anne assured Marjorie that she would care for William tomorrow. 

Admiral Sutherland and Captain Foster talked with Alexander Steele about the advantages of the new canons they were installing on Providence. Malcolm Smith and Archdeacon Handle seemed entangled on some theological point, while Marjorie and Amanda Sutherland contemplated the newly engaged couple. Anne found an opportunity, congratulated Thomas and Marion, and then sat beside Robert and enjoyed some time with him. She was finally with Robert again. At last, they could talk.

At the end of the meal, there was a tasting of the Turner biscuits, which were well received. Captain Foster assured all present that the biscuits were now the favourite of his crew, and he should be pleased if Malcolm would make them standard navy provisions. Admiral Sutherland supported him, “Let us test both the canons and the biscuits at sea next week. I would welcome the gentlemen and the crew eating them.” Malcolm Smith would also be sailing and made encouraging comments about the biscuits and the airtight storage tin boxes they came in.

Anne thought how pleased her father would be to hear these comments. Hamish McPherson was also encouraged by the navy officers’ reaction, as he forecast a large standing order going Jonathan Turner’s way. Good for friendship and good for business! 

“Anne – now choose a destination for our picnic on Sunday.” As the time was getting late, Robert wished to confirm the arrangements before leaving. The picnic would be his last meeting with Anne before they met again at the wedding, so he was determined the event would be pleasurable for her.

“I will have my carriage available, so we shall have options.”

“Perhaps the sea or a view of London. But we must include the others before we decide!”

Robert agreed, then stood and announced the plan, “Ladies and Gentlemen, we are proposing a picnic for Sunday lunch and afternoon. Miss Turner desires either a seascape or a view of London; however, we thought we would canvass the ideas of anyone joining us.”

Mrs McPherson and Marion were thrilled with the idea and had several suggestions. They concluded that the sea was too far away for a Sunday picnic, so the guests canvassed various sites. 

Neville spoke up, “I say, may I suggest Shooters Hill as there is a splendid view from the top? There is a little common there and a good place for a picnic.”

Admiral Sutherland joined in, “Given the kind invitation, how about the whole party join us at Severndroog Castle?¹ I am friends with the owner and am sure he would allow us to use the grounds. There are splendid views of London and the Thames from the top of the castle. On one condition – that Amanda and I may bring the grandchildren?”

¹ Severndroog Castle, is a folly at Shooter’s Hill, built in 1784, by Lady James of Eltham, as a memorial to her husband, Commodore Sir William James, famous for his naval service in India. Wikipedia. 

There was unanimous agreement with this proposal, and all was settled for a picnic at the Castle. 

“William should be pleased with this! An adventure at the castle. We shall pick you up at eleven-thirty. It is only a fifteen-minute drive up there. I’m sure the McPhersons will provide a hamper for all of us.” Robert was quite excited at the prospect of a pleasant afternoon with Anne and her new extended family of in-laws. “As we play pirates, I will carefully watch William and his broomstick.”

Anne laughed as she remembered poor Nanny Jones and her sore head, “Thank you, Robert. It is kind of you to devote much time to William and me. I hope we can return these favours in the future.”

“Think nothing of it, Anne. It is nice having some friends in London. I do not have many acquaintances here.”

“I thought that with your position, you would have many.”

“Not really. I have been at sea since I was twelve years old. Most of my shore leave was overseas or at Fintelton Manor, my parent’s home. I like to scramble home and catch up with my brother and sister if leave is possible. I am a bit of a stickler for home life. So, developing friendships here is rare.”

“Then we friends must stick together. But I must warn you that playing pirates in our family can be rough.”

“So, I hear, as your father found out. William’s antics will not detract from our friendship. If anything, they will enrich it. I hope we shall be friends for a long time.”

Anne was surprised by this last comment. Robert did not talk about relationships and would be reluctant to reveal his feelings. Perhaps the navy life made him cautious. But he was a charming conversationalist. She and he never stopped talking when they were together. 

“I hope so too, Robert.”

The guests said their goodbyes and departed. Mrs McPherson was still running around congratulating and talking about the engagement. It was a happy and eventful evening, and there was a sense of joy as all retired. When Anne finally rested on her pillow that night, she could not put Robert out of her mind and his words, ‘I hope we shall be friends for a long time.’ Why would they not be friends? What could ever destroy their friendship? Was that what he meant? What did he mean?

Robert sat with Captain Foster and Neville as the coach bumped towards the Woolwich wharves. 

“A fine evening. Lovely people, eh South?”

“Yes, Sir, that they are!”

Captain Foster could see the pleasant expression on Lieutenant South’s face. It was almost identical to Neville Bassington’s one. Foster was not a captain by favour or chance – he was a wise leader of men and read their moods well. He was pleased when first told Lieutenant South was posted aboard Providence. Usually, a favourable recommendation was a two-edged sword. However, he knew South’s fine exploits and that he was an excellent officer. His service on Providence was exemplary, and his admiration for the young lieutenant grew without reservation. The Admiral, the previous week in Portsmouth, briefed Foster that Lieutenant South would be leaving him. He would command a large topsail schooner named Restless. Foster considered it an honour to mentor and serve with a man like South. He now regarded him as a friend, as well as one of his officers.  

“Robert?”

Neville was surprised to hear Captain Foster address Lieutenant South by his first name. In terms of intimacy for the Navy, this was quite a step. Far away in his thoughts, Robert looked up and straight at his captain. 

“Robert. She is too young yet. Wait for a year at least. I do not want you doing a Neville on me. You also must consider how your parents will react. It may be quite difficult.”

Robert smiled. Foster, as usual, was reading his thoughts. Robert knew he was no poker player. His face was too transparent.  

“I shall follow your recommendations with pleasure, Sir. I agree, and I might also say, Sir, that I have received similar advice from my most excellent fellow officer here, which entirely mirrors yours. I am very thankful for the friendship you both extend to me, Sir.”  

Neville grinned as he heard the comments. There was no need for further talk. The three friends sped off towards their ship at Woolwich, now eager for their warm bunks.

Greenwich – Sunday – the Picnic Day …

William ran into the dining room with a great appetite. The activity of walking the dogs with Jenkins always aroused his hunger. The family and guests were already at breakfast and warmly received William. 

“Did they catch any rabbits today, William?” Thomas asked.

“Red Socks got one, but there were not many out today. Jenkins said it was because of the fine weather with the sun rising early, and perhaps we were a bit late in the morning. Boiler was too busy chasing birds and following Red Socks. Jenkins said if we go late one afternoon, more rabbits might be out. Thomas, can we go this afternoon just before dark? That’s when the rabbits come out.” 

Thomas gobbled a piece of sausage and replied, “I don’t see why not. We should be home by four in the afternoon, and dinner is usually not till eight o’clock, so why not? I would like to see these dogs in action. Mr McPherson, will you join us?”

Hamish was pouring a coffee, “I’ll see how my legs hold out, Thomas. Not getting any younger, you know. But if I am able, I will join you.”

Marion changed the subject, “William, we will see a castle today after church. I hear it is four stories high and has lookouts at the top. That is nearly as high as the masts on Robert’s ship. What an adventure awaits us today!”

William’s eyes opened wide at the mention of the castle. “Who owns the castle – is it Blackbeard the pirate?”

“No. Admiral Sutherland knows a wealthy gentleman who owns the castle. I understand it was originally built as a folly commemorating Commodore Sir William James by his wife in 1784, some forty-one years ago.”

“What is a folly, Marion?”

“It is a place of tranquillity where you remember someone.” 

The explanation was too complicated for William, so he returned to his favourite subject of pirates. “We can play pirates and find some treasure!”

“I’m told there may be some hidden treasure at the bottom of the folly! Isn’t that right, Mr McPherson?” 

“I think so, and William, you and Admiral Sutherland’s grandchildren may search for it! Get a good feed on board, young man, as you will need all your energy today.”

William needed no more of an invitation, and he went straight for the scrambled eggs and sausages. Jenkins kindly served him a big helping. Anne raised her eyebrows when she saw how much was on the plate and wondered if William would develop a stomachache before they reached the church.

After attending holy communion at the McPherson’s parish church at Greenwich, the party returned home for morning tea, changed their clothes, and prepared for the picnic. Jenkins and a couple of footmen journeyed ahead and set up on the lawn in front of the castle.   

Robert and Captain Foster arrived from Woolwich in a large carriage around eleven o’clock, joining the party of excited participants in the drawing room. Robert gave Neville’s apology as an accident involving a seaman on one of the other vessels would prevent his attending. 

“Admiral Sutherland sends his compliments, Mr McPherson, and says he will join us at the Castle at around twelve, if not earlier. He fears gathering his party, some five or six ladies and children, will take a little while. Mr Malcolm Smith and his wife, Robyn, will travel behind the Admiral and join us there.”

“Excellent, Robert. It sounds like you have arranged the timing with naval precision.” Hamish laughed.

“Thank you, Sir. I propose that Thomas and Marion join you in your carriage, Anne, William and Nany Jones join Captain Foster and me. If that is satisfactory, Sir.”

“That will be very suitable, Sir. However, Captain Foster, we would be pleased if you could join us in our carriage so I might enquire about the navy-brewed beer if that is not a navy secret, Sir?”

“Certainly, Sir, it is the least I can do for you. Please excuse me, Robert. I will ride with Mr McPherson and his party.” 

With the arrangements made, the party set off for the castle, a short journey of around fifteen minutes. At Shooters Hill, they followed the road winding through woods and the open castle gates. The carriage pulled up beside a large marquee erected with chairs, tables, and a fine selection for lunch already in place. 

The McPhersons were the third carriage to arrive, and Hamish bounded out and shook hands happily with Archdeacon Handle and his wife, Felicity. Admiral Sutherland and his wife were also present and introduced their grandchildren.

The setting looked splendid, and the guests had no hesitation participating in a cold drink, given the day’s warmth. Most now present were keen on climbing the castle and beholding the battlement’s famous view. Hamish led them off on a tour of the four floors and the lookouts. The outlook was magnificent on this fine day, with Captain Foster pointing out HMS Providence moored at the Woolwich docks in all its splendour. 

William requested their carriage drive past the docks on the way as he pleaded for another view of the navy ships again. Robert obliged as it would only take twenty minutes and was happy spending the extra time in the coach with his guests. From the castle lookout, Hamish McPherson pointed out Robert’s coach approaching.

A small group of the men had gathered on the tallest vantage point and surveyed the green forest cap stretching beyond them down Shooter’s Hill. It was quite thick except for a long, narrow track that included the castle’s driveway. 

Hamish asked, “Tell me, Captain Foster, how is it that you have a lieutenant serving on your ship who commands a carriage?” 

“That is a fair question, Sir. First, Sir Robert South is an excellent officer; I am proud of having him serve with me in Providence. His knighthood came as a reward from the King for a successful skirmish with Portuguese pirates in the Mediterranean some years ago. The ship was caught by surprise by pirates at sunset and suffered a broadside that killed the captain and half the officers. South was a junior lieutenant and was the most senior officer left alive, so he took command. He rallied the crew together, no mean feat given half of them were either dead or injured. They kept the ship underway, making enough headway and avoiding boarding by the pirates. Then, he urgently organised several gun crews, returning fire with broadsides until the pirate ship surrendered. Some of his crew were severely injured but not unhappy, as the captured ship resulted in each crew member receiving a pretty penny from the prize money. 

It was a heroic action and indicated the quality of the fellow. The King knighted South, but there was little publicity for political reasons. But, as I said before, I would have him under my command at any time. He is a fine fellow. 

His father is the Earl of Fintelton, and the coach comes from that great estate. Robert is the second son, so he will not inherit the title and must make his way. I believe he also has a brother and sister. I think we shall see him rise far higher in the navy.”

“Most impressive, Captain Foster. I had no idea such a young officer would have seen so much action and served his country well. You have all the fun, you navy fellows!” Hamish was quite impressed. 

Admiral Sutherland commented, “We don’t call it fun at the time, but it is exciting. In desperate circumstances, South did an excellent job and probably saved his crew from either a bloody end or long captivity. He is a quick thinker, and he will go far. Quite fitting, we are here at a folly remembering another great Navy commander.”

The account thoroughly convinced the party, and the Admiral’s comment confirmed Sir Robert’s bravery. 

“Gentlemen, I think it is time we descended for lunch. I have it on good account that we have some fine Scottish beer on tap that will please you very well.” The guests required no further encouragement from Hamish McPherson, and there was a quick movement towards the steps.  

Approaching the castle, Robert leaned towards William and said, “William, when we play pirates, please do not wave a pole around your head today.” 

Nanny Jones agreed and suggested, “Perhaps use something soft like a jumper or a hat.” 

They all laughed at this as the coach halted. In a flash, William was out through the carriage door and heading for the castle.     

Admiral and Mrs Sutherland brought four grandchildren and a nanny with them. Being of a similar age, the children soon became friends and rushed after Mr McPherson, searching for buried treasure. With two nannies watching over the children, the adults relaxed in the idyllic surroundings.

The lunch was a splendid affair, with Hamish and Marjorie McPherson generously over providing with two long tables, ample seating, and various dishes from the McPherson kitchen. As the sun grew warmer, there was plenty of demand for the cold lemonade, wine, and beer on call. Jenkins was quite satisfied with the setting he provided, and the guests were not complaining. The picnic was a great success with a perfect summer’s day and these beautiful surroundings. 

After lunch, Robert sat relaxing against a tree trunk away from the marquee. The shade was pleasant in the warm afternoon breeze. Anne walked across and joined him as he sipped a glass of cold beer, enjoying the calming effect. 

“A penny for your thoughts, Robert.”

He was pleased she came before William demanded more pirate games. 

“I was having a quick rest before the next round of Captain Blood. I say, sit on this cloak so you don’t spoil your dress.”

“Thank you. Yes, the children can be a bit much sometimes, can’t they?”

“Yes and no. I am very fond of children. I fondly remember many good times with my brother and sister at Fintelton. I quite often miss them. But life goes on, and we must make our way in this world. “

“Do you have brothers and sisters as I do?”

“Not the clan that you have, but yes. I have an older brother, Hugh, and a younger sister, Emma.”

“I love the name, Emma. It just sounds so sweet.”

“She is sweet, and we write often. She is a year older than you, Anne.” 

“Do you return home and see them?”

“Yes, when I can, but that will be seldom in the coming year. Between you and me, Anne, and please don’t tell anyone yet – the Admiralty have appointed me captain of a schooner. For some reason, the Navy board posted the captain ashore, and the command is now mine. That means I will be away often for at least the next year.”

“Congratulations, Robert, but I will miss you!”

“I will be there for Neville and Bethany’s wedding. I’m the best man, after all, Anne. I hope you will be a bridesmaid.”

“I am sure Bethany will arrange that. Have they set a date yet?”

“I think that is the purpose of his Woking visit this coming weekend - so we shall know soon enough.”

“I will miss you, Robert. You have been a good friend.”

“Anne, don’t forget me just yet. I will be home by next July; Neville and Bethany will be well-married by then. I have discussed a proposal with Neville, and if you also agree, the plan is this. You will visit Fintelton in July next year for two weeks and meet my parents. Neville and Beth will travel with you and act as chaperones. I will join you there as soon as my voyage is complete. Would you be willing to come?”

“I would be honoured. I do not usually plan for more than two or three weeks ahead, so this will be a new lesson for me. There will be much work assisting my father this year in our businesses now that Thomas will be working for Mr McPherson. So, time will fly.”

“That was a bit of a surprise – he must have made his mind up quickly?”

“I think someone made his mind up for him!” She looked away with a frown on her face. 

“Anne, you did not overreact when Mr McPherson announced the engagement. Do you not approve?”

Anne ran her hand over the thick grass as she struggled to find the right words. Thinking her throat must be dry, Robert offered her a sip of his beer. She took a taste and passed it back to him.

“Thank you. How can I say this without appearing ungrateful? Since visiting the McPhersons, I have become uncomfortable and fear many events are orchestrated. As you have a secret, you must keep mine. I am afraid that the McPhersons are using Thomas and my father for their purposes. I am unsure what they plan, but I hope they will benefit our family. I would hate it if they hoodwinked my father in some way. I have been questioning if I am becoming paranoid, but many of these events appear staged. They are nice people and kind, but it is also strange.”

“May I ask what kind of things?”

“Thomas’s engagement, the butler taking William for walks, Thomas offered a job as Brewery Manager, Mrs McPherson treating me as a daughter and giving me matrimonial advice.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. The youngest son, James McPherson, is arriving on Thursday, and Mrs McPherson almost offered him as a partner. I was not that impressed but thanked her for her advice.”

“She is very forward!”

“But what a coincidence that we are here in Greenwich, and now this James is turning up.”

Robert considered this as he took several sips of his beer. Anne sat with her hands on the grass, leaning backwards. She pushed her bonnet a little back, her face soaking up some sunshine. Her golden blonde hair fell across her shoulder, and waved in the breeze. Robert took great pleasure in her beauty. Sitting back, he gazed at her. 

Anne slowly turned and noticed him watching. She smiled and said, “What?”

“Just taking in a magnificent sight. Such beauty I have never before enjoyed!”

“It must be the beer!” she giggled.  

Robert could see that some of the party were stirring. The mention of this James McPherson worried him. An attractive young lady like Anne would receive other offers from young gentlemen. He must give her a clear understanding of their attachment and explain that he needed more time. He would meet the difficulties that would arise from his family next year, but at present, he must openly declare his attachment before he lost her. 

“Anne, we may not have this opportunity again, so forgive me if this seems forward, but I must ask you. Please promise me two things if you feel these are fair. You will join me at Fintelton next July and will not accept any other proposals offered before then. There is no rush, and we will employ our time well in the next twelve months. You are free from these promises if I am lost at sea.” He took another sip of beer and looked earnestly at her. 

Anne was not sure how she should respond. This young man she worshipped was now advancing an understanding that was not quite a marriage proposal but perhaps an agreement of a proposal that might follow. She blushed as this was the first time he had declared his attachment to her. She was overjoyed at this but still unsure of her relationship with him. 

“Why, Robert, these promises you ask of me are almost a proposal! If I accept, will you complete the proposal next July?” 

“Anne, you understand I am a navy man. My career depends on my masters at the Admiralty. My captain’s role will be all-consuming in the next twelve months. By next July I will be free. We will find out if you would wait and join me at Fintelton next year!”

The smile slowly disappeared, but happiness remained on his face. Anne could see much was on Robert’s mind, but he appeared very content now. She thought, ‘I will look at you now and remember your smile till next July.’

“Then, you will come?” Robert could see in her softening, beautiful blue eyes that she would come.

“Yes. I will come! In July 1827!”

Thomas walked across with a large ball in his hand. “Come on, you two. Enough sipping beer. It’s time we exhausted William so he sleeps tonight.”   

At the Turner Bakery Guildford …   

Jonathan Turner sat in the bakery office, pouring over the figures. Sales growth continued, his bakery working at one hundred per cent capacity. Of necessity, one of the pastry ovens would be used as a bread oven to keep up with demand. Jonathan was pleased with the increase in cash flow but still was confused about why sales were so far up. 

Jeb came in and asked, “Mr Turner, may I go through the order sheets for tomorrow, please?”

“Jeb, if I had finished them, it would be a pleasure. Unfortunately, I am not as fast as Anne. I will need another two hours before I complete them. She must be a whiz, that girl. I’m not sure how she does it so quickly each morning.” 

“She is clever. Might I work through the orders, Mr Turner? I have done it before. It’s just that it will be holding up the prepping if we don’t have them soon!” 

“Thank you, Jeb – I did not realise you understood the system. Please take a seat and join me. I’ll continue with the other figures.”

The two of them toiled at their desks for the next hour without even sharing a comment. Jeb finished first and lifted his head. “That is the orders complete, Mr Turner. I’ll start the prepping for tomorrow in the bakery.”

Jonathan Turner suddenly realised Jeb had spoken. He looked up as he was walking out the door. “Jeb! Thanks for that. Tomorrow, let’s talk. I want your advice on a few things.”

“Pleasure, Mr Turner.”

Jonathan was surprised that Jeb had finished the orders so quickly. There must be a trick that only Anne and Jeb knew. ‘I must find out how they complete that so quickly,’ he thought. Jonathan spent another two hours going through the figures. He did find one difference in the trends. In the last two weeks, the supply of bread to the Chilworth gunpowder factory was steadily growing. Perhaps they were no longer baking their bread and using his bakery as a supplier, or the owners were increasing staff. He would visit the facility soon and see the manager. 

Jonathan Turner decided it was time for lunch. Several of the staff were closing the bakery for the day. Jeb was in the store, checking the stocks for the next morning’s bake. Jonathan gathered a couple of loaves of bread and a bag of pastries and set off. The town was buzzing with people cramming the High Street. Shoppers filled the various retail outlets, and as it was lunchtime, the coffee houses and alehouses were full. He smiled as he saw the extent of business taking place. ‘Good for Guilford and good for business,’ he thought.

On arriving home, he was met by Eleanora, waving a message in her hand. She seemed very excited. “Jonathan, a rider delivered a message this morning. Thomas and Marion have announced their engagement!”

“What!”

This news took Jonathan by surprise. 

“Let me see that. I can’t believe Thomas would announce that without telling us first.”

Eleanora was excited, “Jon, all I can say is good on him! He has done it himself and has found himself a wife. He is twenty-three, and we could have expected this after what we saw during the McPherson’s visit. I think it is grand. Marion will be an excellent wife.”

Jonathan stood there reading the letter and taking in Eleanora’s comments. 

“It is from Hamish McPherson – he says he thought he should write as soon as they announced it. He was sure we would be disappointed at not being there. The letter was sent by express late on Friday night. He sends us his hearty congratulations and may visit possibly next Thursday.

Hamish is leaving London on Tuesday morning. He has business in Guildford and asks if he might join us for dinner on Wednesday evening. He apologises again that the announcement was sudden but says he will explain the details on Wednesday. As a side note, Hamish mentions that Neville Bassington will be spending this weekend with Bethany and the Uptons at Woking. He says that we may expect Neville on his return on Sunday afternoon.”

“Jon, it is all so wonderful. Like a dream come true. We will see Neville and perhaps Bethany this weekend. Thomas, Anne, and William will return on Thursday so that we will hear all their news. Thank goodness Aggie is assisting Mrs Jennings now – our lives are becoming very busy with the comings and goings of all these young people.” 

“I think we need a larger home, Eleanora. It would be better if we could offer accommodation for some of these people. But I am as amazed at the news as you are. First Neville and Bethany and now Thomas and Marion. Such excitement we have not seen in a long time!”