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The floorboards creaked as cold northerly gusts buffeted the house. Autumn was well underway, with a sudden drop in temperature and rain squalls blowing across the town. Bethany sat in the back of an open carriage jostling south towards the coast. She surrounded the Reverend Upton’s children against the wind and rain with her cape. But it was no use, the gale was drenching them, and the temperature was still dropping.

A cry came from behind the coach, “Wait, Beth, wait! I must come with you.” It was Robert, his wet hair plastered his head, and a blue cape flew out behind him as he scrambled towards the coach. The coachman cracked his whip, and the horses broke into a canter. As the coach pulled away, Bethany turned and screamed, “Run, man, run, they won’t wait!” Robert doubled his efforts and drew near. She could see the pained expression on his face. Gripping the seat, Bethany turned and reached out over the rear of the carriage. She nearly touched his hand, but then he fell.   

Looking up from the mud with the rain pelting down harder, she saw the look of desperation in his eyes. “Stop!” she cried, “Stop the coach. Stop!” She sat up in fright and pushed the blankets off. 

“What is it, Beth?” the soft voice of Anne from the other bed suddenly broke into her dream. Bethany sat there for a moment rubbing her eyes. Anne sat up, brushing her long hair away from her face, and giggled.

“You were dreaming, weren’t you? I warned you about the blankets. It is only mid-autumn; it will warm up again soon. Too early for winter yet.”

Bethany heard a rain squall pelting the side of the house, and raindrops tapped against the windowpane. She folded her arms together around her chest and shivered. Rubbing her eyes, she blinked as she gazed across at Anne. 

“You’re right, I was dreaming, but it felt real. Why does the mind do that? I was terrified!” 

The house was still except for the noise of the gale outside. There was only a faint hint of the dawn light through the window, and the room remained dark. The heavy overcast conditions outside and the strong wind made it chilly, and Beth pulled the blanket up around her.  

“Come on, Beth, let us go down and get a cup of tea. Thomas will have left hot water on the stove.”

The girls slid out of their beds, lit a candle and pulled on their night cloaks. They tip-toed past their mothers’ room and went down into the kitchen, where the stove made it warm and cosy. 

Sipping their tea, Anne asked, “Tell me about your dream? Was it the wedding?”

“No, I was in a coach protecting Reverend Upton’s children from the rain. Then I saw Robert running behind chasing the coach!”

Anne sat there for a moment, then blurted out, “Robert? Perhaps it is because he is not here yet!”

“Anne, don’t fret. I’m sure he will be here soon!”

Anne sighed and looked at the oven fire through a vent above the fire chamber.

“I have been considering what it would be like being the wife of a naval Captain. You may not see your husband for years. Then he may return with one leg missing or some injury like that. I’m not sure I like that idea.”

Bethany was amazed; she thought Anne was madly in love with Robert. But here was a girl who was considering a long way ahead. She was planning far more than Beth had ever considered. She must have inherited this from her father or perhaps grandfather Henry. They were both planners and profited from it. Possibly Anne would be better off in business rather than being a wife at home. 

“I’m sure he will be here soon!”

HMS Restless …

Robert worked the crew hard, sailing Restless as far as Plymouth, then heading back towards Portsmouth into some changing weather. They were twenty miles south of Weymouth when the full force of the gale hit. Taking down sail and reefing, the crew fought hard, keeping the ship from floundering. The waves became enormous, and spray came horizontally, driven hard by the wind, stinging the crew’s faces as they worked frantically.  

Robert stood holding a safety line from the mizzen mast and kept an eye on his crew struggling high above where the sails were ready to burst. He could hear the shouting of men as they wrestled against the elements high up in the rigging. As the wind rose even further, it was becoming dangerous having men above decks, let alone being in the rigging so far above the ship. 

“Lieutenant Ham! Get them down as soon as you can. I don’t want any man lost overboard in this weather!”

“Aye, Sir.”

Ham lifted the megaphone, pointing it upwards and shouting orders. Slowly as men finished furling, they descended, sopping wet and shivering. Each headed below for the protection of the cabin and hopefully some warmth from hot drinks. 

Swanton appeared beside his Captain with a cup of steaming coffee. 

“Thank you, Swanton. Blast this weather! I should be near Guildford by now.”

Horace Coombes, who was gripping on for dear life, stood on the other side of the mast. He turned and yelled, “Lovely day for it, Squire. We will be halfway across the channel towards France within a couple of hours!”

Robert smiled as he noticed Horace’s colour. The face was white, or perhaps he detected a little green!  

“You are correct, Horace. I will maintain this course so we can gain ground up the channel. In this weather, long tacks are best if possible. Every time I come about, I must send the men back up. If we can stay on this tack for an hour or two, we can turn and head straight back for Portsmouth.”

Horace looked at him with a grin, “It’s far easier on land with horses! They may complain, but you can go directly against the wind.”

Robert thought about Horace's comment as the wind howled through the rigging. If they could harness steam engines, then a ship could do the same and not be at the mercy of the wind. 

“Mr Ham, how many lookouts have we above?”

“Not any, Sir. I considered it was too dangerous.” 

“You’re probably right, Mr Ham, but I don’t want a collision with another ship in the channel. Put one up the main, with a lifeline and change him every hour. Inform me of any other craft, especially ones in trouble.”

“Aye, Sir.”

 Robert yelled at the quartermaster, “Mr Young, please ease her off about three points south. She’ll run a bit gentler as the lookout goes up.”

“Aye, Sir.”

Holding his lifeline rope tight, Robert watched as the lookout scrambled up the rigging. He hoped the gale would be short-lived. Otherwise, he would be late arriving at the wedding if he arrived there at all! Reginald Ludlam would be aware and explain his delay. Thomas would stand in as best man – yes, that would work! Still, he felt guilty about not making it on time. There was no time for thoughts of the wedding; his first concern now must be for the safety of his ship. The weather he could not control, the ship he would!   

At Guildford …

David and Jennifer Bassington and their daughter Megan arrived in Guildford on Tuesday evening and lodged at the Fox and Hound. They kindly picked up Marion Steele from Greenwich for the trip. Marion found Megan a pleasant travelling companion, and they spent the hours in the coach talking about their lives. The Turners hosted Marion with them until the McPhersons arrived on Friday. 

A note arrived for Jonathan and Eleanora Turner from Fintelton Manor, stating that the Earl was still too frail and must provide his apologies; however, Lady Fintelton would be attending with her daughter Lady Emma. She advised that Sir Hugh would watch his father and remain at Fintelton. Anne was much relieved that Sir Hugh was not coming – she imagined the consequences if there were any unwelcome displays from Sir Hugh during the week. Bethany and Anne were pleased Lady Emma would come in advance and join them for today's Wednesday afternoon tea.

“Anne, perhaps you would visit the Fox and Hound and ascertain if Emma has arrived by lunch. Let her know about the afternoon tea. I have invited Megan Bassington, as well. Marion, you will enjoy some time with her at Hursts this morning, so please remind her of the afternoon tea. Mrs Jennings and Aggie should have everything ready here by half-past two. Marion, while you are at Hursts, would you please enquire of Mrs Smith if the ribbons for the pews are ready. Please ask if one of the tailors might deliver them here.”

Anne looked up and gave an understanding smile as Bethany read aloud from her list. The wedding was only three days away, and Beth seemed stressed. Making matters worse, their mother remained in bed again and was not well at all. 

“There are so many tasks! I never realised the amount of organisation required for a wedding!” 

Marion was thinking aloud as they took breakfast together, “I am so glad Mrs McPherson is helping with mine. I should never have coped with all this.”

Anne realised, probably for the first time, that Marion’s mother was placed in care over two years ago. Since then, until Marion resided with the McPhersons, she coped at home by herself.  “It must have been hard losing your mother like that?”

“Yes. At first, I was so depressed I visited my mother nearly every day, but she did not recognise me. I was unprepared for what happened as my father and brothers fought over mother’s care. No one was running the house, and the servants were hopeless. Mrs McPherson visited one day and found the house in such a state, and me attempting some progress on the cleaning. It was then that they approached my father and asked if I could move in with them. He was unhappy about it, but he knew I needed a mother’s influence more than being in a house full of arguing men.”

Bethany asked, “But who ran the house? Surely, there would have been no mistress when you left?”

“Yes, Father then realised the home needed a housekeeper. It is much better now, but I am better out of it. Your mother has done a wonderful job here!”

Bethany and Anne just sighed. Their mother’s failing health continued, and they were now making the daily household decisions, with a guilty feeling creeping in. The subject was delicate, and their mother took offence if it appeared she was not in control anymore. 

Anne sighed, “I will be glad when our mother’s baby arrives. Perhaps she will gain more strength after that!”

Bethany changed the subject, “Megan Bassington seems a lovely young woman! She is just back from New York. Her father trains her as a journalist in his business. Imagine being sent to America for job training. Why we would be lucky if we visited Hursts in Woking!”

“You will always be welcome at the McPhersons in Greenwich while I am there. I’m also sure that after I marry Thomas and move here, then the McPhersons will still wish for visits.”

“Thank you, Marion. That is kind.”

Beth thought about this and mentioned, “I think the Bassingtons would be happy entertaining any of us! If Neville’s practice is a success in London, we may even acquire a London house, and you might all visit me there. What a time we could have together touring London.”

“What a wonderful idea. One day when we are all married, we should do that.” Anne thought about the new friends she now shared and how they all enjoyed each other’s company. Would Megan Bassington also be a friend? She was not sure – perhaps she would learn more today. Then she thought about Emma. 

“If we visited London, perhaps Emma would entertain us at her London house. I wonder if it is large. Robert says it is in St James’s Square. Where is that in London, Beth?” 

Bethany frowned, ‘I’m not sure!’  She then brought the focus back onto the day’s events, “Girls, the future will be exciting, but first we must face today. Best if we get on with it!”

Anne was keen not to miss the opportunity with Neville’s sister, “Marion, what time will you meet Megan this morning? I might join you at Hursts!”

“That would be lovely! We are meeting at the hotel at ten this morning. We should be at Hursts by ten-fifteen.”

“If I leave for work now, I should have most of it finished by ten. I will join you there.” Lack of time for social engagements now convinced Anne that training a bookkeeper at the bakery was an urgent priority. Audrey Stern was progressing well, and now was the time for speeding up her training. If Audrey took over most of the figures, Anne would have far more flexibility in managing her bakery work and social activities. 

At Fintelton Manor …

Ensuring her arrival at Guildford by lunch, Emma left the Manor early in the morning. This afternoon, she would meet with Anne and perhaps dine tonight with David Sopwith. She sent David a note advising of her arrival. 

Emma said her farewells the previous night. Her father missed what she was saying, and her mother issued all kinds of instructions for the suite at Guildford. The early departure avoided her sorting out any further issues. The plan worked well, and the coach now approached the halfway mark of the trip. Travelling allowed her reflection time which she craved, as life became more complicated at the manor.

She prayed for her father’s health, concerned about Hugh becoming the Earl. She would rather ask her father’s permission about entertaining David Sopwith than plead with her brother for approval. Managing Hugh would be tricky and might even put her inheritance at risk. She loved her father dearly and would not want him suffering, but who could control his health? His life was blessed with good health and longevity despite his continuing turns. She prayed that good health would return. Lady Jane was no longer capable of managing her husband’s disabilities on her own. Extra maids must be employed, strengthening the staff caring for her parents. The Estate’s finances would cover the costs. She and her mother would address this.

Emma sighed as she watched the green country roll past.

Why was life so complicated? The class system made it too difficult for everyone, but it was the reality of this world. If only David were from the aristocracy. She needed more information on his background. Perhaps she could find something making him more acceptable. Robert was right; the class system was a hindrance. 

The coach pulled up outside the Fox and Hound around eleven-thirty. Emma saw a party of three well-dressed women arriving at the hotel's front door. As she peered harder, she recognised Anne Turner and Marion Steele. Emma was cheered by this. But who was the other young lady? She was well-groomed, and her dress was particularly smart. Then she realised it was Neville’s sister, Megan Bassington. Not having seen her since February last year, before she left London for New York, she was impressed by her transformation. Megan would be a great addition. She always found her company very enlightening. 

As the coach stopped, Anne spied Emma peering out of the open window with a great smile and a wave. 

“Marion and Megan, look, it is Emma. What perfect timing!”

The three girls waved excitedly and rushed over beside the newly arrived coach. Emma flew through the coach door and into Anne’s arms.  

“Anne, I have missed you so much. You too, Marion and Megan. Why, Megan, we had not met since February last year. You are so grown up, and look at those lovely clothes.”

“You are too kind, Emma. I was fortunate to bring home a new set of outfits from New York. However, my father was not pleased as my tour there was aimed at teaching me journalism. But we girls must have nice clothes!”

They all giggled and made suitable comments about Megan’s outfit. 

“We have visited Hursts, and Mrs Smith has noted Megan’s dress and arranged a further viewing for some other outfits. It may be that we can keep up with New York in Guildford by having Megan here! Marion and Megan will help you unpack Emma and then accompany you up the High Street this afternoon.”

“That will be splendid. Perhaps we might have a small lunch soon – I have not eaten since leaving Fintelton! No morning tea at all.”

At the mention of food, Megan joined the conversation saying, “I’m famished too. We must visit the dining room. The coachmen will look after the luggage. Emma, you may tell me about Robert’s activities. Why we have not met since that ball we attended together in London in February last year. What a time that was!”

Anne watched as the three girls made their way into the hotel. Raising her umbrella as another squall made its appearance, she turned and walked toward home. She realised there was much she did not know about Robert. How involved was he with this girl Megan? Of course, he must know her – Neville and Robert had been friends for years. She must put this out of her mind. But where was Robert?

At the Turner Household …

William insisted on having his page boy uniform on again. Eleanora Turner decided to use the opportunity, so Simeon and William became more familiar with the outfits. The boys were about the same height, as William was growing quicker than Simeon. 

“My, you boys look handsome. It will be such a wonderful bridal party with one of you on each side of Madeline. I am sure everyone who attends will admire you. Now then go and change before the guests arrive for afternoon tea.”

Simeon was off in a hurry, rushing away upstairs. William lingered and held his mother’s hand, indicating a question on his mind. 

“William? What about changing your clothes?”

Her youngest son’s perception matched Anne’s, if not more so. Eleanora was aware that William was far more perceptive than other children of his age. Despite his never-ending energy and continual desire for active pursuits, Eleanora knew William’s thought processes would rival any of her other children. She knew a challenging question was coming when he was deep in thought. 

Over the last six months from observation, it registered with him that his mother’s health was failing. He noticed she was sleeping longer and longer. Terrified of his father’s brutality, he was thankful that no further beatings eventuated. Surprisingly, his father apologised for the last beating. William thought nothing of it as he knew his father would never control his rage.

“Mother, do you think that father will beat me again?”

“I don’t think so, William. He now knows that he should not. Any punishments from now on, and let us hope there are none, will be verbal only. He has promised us.”

William doubted this as he only saw anger when his father was with him. It was as if there was no love at all but only hate. He avoided his father at all costs. There was no trust between them. 

Eleanora said, “I know your father has mistreated you, and I have too at times. He has become a new man over the last three months, and I think he is changing for the better.”

“But it was only last week that he whipped my legs so badly, Mother. I could not stand up. If it were not for Doctor Neville, I think he would have whipped my legs off. And if he attacks you again, it may be the same, but he might kill you!”

“Your father would never do that!”

“Mother, why do you sleep all the time and still look tired?”

“I am sick, William, and when you are sick, you get tired. It is true it is happening more often, but nothing will stop me from seeing your sister Beth married and the birth of this new baby. Perhaps another brother for you, William. How would you like that?”

She sat down and held him close. William thought about what she said. He hated seeing his mother tired all the time. He wanted his happy mother back, who would laugh and play with him. 

“Mother, will you get well again?”

Eleanora took a weak breath. She was wrestling with this question and hoping for a happy ending. Unfortunately, she knew in her heart there would be no happy ending for her.  

“I’m not sure, William. I am trying so hard, but sometimes even when we try our hardest, it doesn’t work. We all must die at some stage. Look at good old Doctor Jeremy Stephens. He was a kind, good man, but the Lord took him home. Why, if Robert had not saved you and Simeon from that stag, who knows what would have happened. We must accept that our Lord takes us home when he knows it is the right time. It is a natural thing. Usually, we do not understand this and perhaps never will. But sometimes, we must accept what is happening.”

“Please don’t die, Mother. Who will protect me from father then? He will kill me!”

“Now, now, William, I have already told you your father will never hurt you again. And you can always talk with me whether I am dead or alive. Just pray to our Lord Jesus and say, ‘I would like a talk with my mother again,’ and he will let you talk with me. As you grow older, you will understand this. Our Lord will protect you!”

“Really?”

“Yes, I will always be with you. You can always talk with me, and I will talk back.”

William looked up and smiled at her. 

“Thank you, Mother. I already talk with you in my dreams.”

“I know, Darling, and I dream about you too!”

William looked straight at her face and could see how weary she was, but she was trying so hard to be brave. It was then that he knew his mother would soon be gone. But he must be brave for her also.

“Thank you, Mother.”

He softly walked out of the room and then rushed upstairs. 

Eleanora steadied herself, knowing the disease was spreading throughout her body. Rising each morning was becoming more difficult. If only she could last long enough for the birth.  

She prayed for healing and the protection of her family.

In the kitchen, Anne and Beth were assisting Mrs Jennings and Aggie with the afternoon tea. 

“Bethany! It is time Father employed an additional maid. This madness cannot go on where he thinks two staff members are enough for this family. When the new baby comes, it will be chaos. You and I must talk with him before the wedding. We must!”

Bethany looked up from the decorated plates she was arranging cakes on, nodding in agreement. “This evening, when the children are in bed, we will talk with him.”

Anne was also mindful of the stress a new baby would cause in the house. Mother would never care for a baby in her present condition. Despite her father’s mental health, he must face this decision.     

Fintelton Manor, outside Petersfield …

Lord Fintelton made steady progress in recovering from his stroke, surprising everyone! On his last visit, the doctor was astounded at how quickly the paralysis disappeared and most of the other symptoms. Doctor Sopwith concluded that the stroke was not as significant as first thought. 

The servants were relieved now that the Earl was up and about. Caring for him was now less of a burden. The butler noticed how the staff had struggled with the extra duties. He intended a conversation with Lady South about a nurse for the Earl. He was sure there would be a relapse soon, and it might not work out as well the next time. 

As Lady Jane took breakfast, the butler moved forward, “Ahem. My Lady, a word if I may.”

“Yes, Pike, what is it?”

“My Lady, we are all pleased that His Lordship has made a good recovery. In fact, with his health improving, we may take him into the garden soon. I’m sure he would enjoy some sunshine.”

“Yes, that would be good, but only in the sheltered area. If the Earl feels confident, then, by all means, try. Some sunshine will do him good!”

“Yes, my Lady. His recovery has been almost Biblical; however, I think we must consider the future. We both know that these occurrences have happened too often, and a recurrence is likely. The next time may be far more serious, and at Lord Fintelton’s age, his dexterity will slowly decline. I would suggest that you allow the housekeeper, Mrs Walsh, to commence recruiting a nurse or a highly skilled maid. Preparations need to be put in place for the Earl’s final years.”

Lady Jane stopped eating breakfast, putting down her knife and fork. Her previous consideration of such an eventuality suggested the same initiative. Doctor Sopwith also had made similar suggestions. The countess was a lady of duty. She always felt it was her responsibility to care for her husband personally. This last stroke revealed she was no longer capable of these physical duties. It was time for action. 

“Pike………. Thank you for your suggestion. I think you are correct. It is now time we made inquiries. However, I shall review any chosen applicant, please. I will discuss this with Sir Hugh, so he understands the situation.”

Pike quickly realised the implications of involving Sir Hugh. Knowing how little he cared for his father, he recognised the son’s ambition and his disappointment on the Earl’s rapid recovery. Discussing this decision with Sir Hugh would be a mistake indeed.

“My Lady, if I may offer some advice. You are the Countess, and the decision is yours, alone! I am not sure that Sir Hugh will show a great amount of compassion in such a discussion. His general demeanour has not been that helpful during the present crisis.”

Lady Jane was quite wise, and she too noticed Hugh’s lack of empathy. She excused Hugh based on his infirmities. The suggestion from Pike was arousing suspicion about her son’s goodwill towards his father. Sir Hugh might well make the whole process more difficult. As her husband aged, Hugh would wield more power until he finally became the new Earl. If she confided in Hugh, he might feel this strengthened his position. It would be better if she made the decision herself. It was final then!  

“Yes, Pike. Thank you for the advice. You may proceed.” 

“Thank you, my Lady.”

Pike stepped back, breathing a sigh of relief. The Earl surviving as long as possible was far preferable for more reasons than one. The thought of Sir Hugh ruling the roost was unthinkable. 

Sir Hugh entered the breakfast room and plonked himself down opposite his mother. For the first time in a week, his sleep had refreshed him. Following Doctor Sopwith’s instructions, he felt some energy in his body. More importantly than this, his appetite had returned.

“Mother, father seems considerably improved. The staff will be quite capable of caring for him over the next few days. I shall join you in Guildford for the wedding. Father will be more comfortable if I am with you. He is always concerned for your protection.”

“That is kind of you, Hugh. Mr Stem is also accompanying me. He has business in Guildford. I shall let you make the arrangements with him. Now I set off tomorrow morning after breakfast, so please be ready by then?”

“Certainly, Mother.”

Hugh smiled. The invitation was for the family, so it would be difficult for the hosts to refuse him entry. It would allow him a meeting with this Turner gentleman and possibly his daughter. Who knew, there may be some attractive young ladies present!

At Guildford …

The Reverend Andrew Taggart organised the wedding rehearsal for five pm on Wednesday evening. Sitting at his study desk, he considered his address for the bride and groom. Having known Bethany since she was a child, there was an emotional attachment here, and it must be a splendid address. At this stage of his preparations, he was still unsure which of the talks he would use. He thought perhaps a walk along the street would help. So, he closed his books, found his hat and stepped out.

It was a bright sunny Wednesday afternoon. The gale was abating quickly, much like the weather in this part of the country. On some days, there were three seasons in one day. He paced it out along the side of the street, enjoying the fresh air and the warmth of the sun on his shoulders. 

Walking towards the Free School, he spied William Turner sitting on a bench with his dog Nosey. Taking the opportunity, he walked along until reaching the seat and sat down beside the boy. 

“Hello William, did you enjoy school today?”

“Yes, Reverend, but I left early so I could try on my page’s uniform again. It is special and has beautiful bright blue colours.”

“I’m sure you will look very handsome, William. Not long now till Saturday. Will you attend the rehearsal this afternoon?”

“Yes, Reverend.”

Andrew noticed that William wore a deep look of concentration on his face. William rubbed Nosey’s ears as the dog put its head between his legs. There was a slight pause in the conversation. The Reverend leaned back against the bench and knew the boy would ask a question.

“Reverend Taggart, will my mother talk with me after she dies?”

Andrew sat forward and looked sideways at William. “Why would you ask this, William?”

“I was talking with mother this morning, and she was trying hard not to say she was dying, but I can see she is. She looks more and more tired every day, and she is asleep most of the time.”

“I see.”

Andrew Taggart felt ashamed that he was not aware of the recent developments in Eleanora Turner’s health, given all the preparations going on for Beth’s wedding. The comments from William brought it all back. If she looked tired and more so each day, there was certainly something wrong. But how would he answer this question from this little man wrestling with an issue far greater than he could comprehend? 

“William, where do you receive your wisdom from?”

“What is wisdom, Reverend Taggart?”

“Ah, well, it is the answers or explanations you receive when you want something explained. Like you are asking me now. But mostly, you would ask someone in your family, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, my mother. She always gives me a good answer. Bethany and Anne do too.”

“They have the answers because they must have found their wisdom from somewhere else. Where do you think they found their wisdom?”

William cheered up a bit as he thought he knew the answer, “From their parents!”

“Yes, that’s right, but it is much more than this. When you use a hammer, and you hit your thumb, what do you first think of?”

“I go, Yeow!  Because it hurts.”

“So, the next time you use the hammer, what don’t you do?”

“Yes – not hit my thumb because it hurts.”

“So that is a lesson about where you discover wisdom from.”

William looked up at Reverend Taggart with a smile and said, “I see it comes from our lessons.”

“That’s right, and where do we get the best lessons about how we should live?”

William thought hard but could not think of the answer. So, he shrugged his shoulders.

“We get our best lessons from the Bible each Sunday. The Bible tells us how God wants us to live.”

“But how does that affect my mother?”

“Your mother has been beside you every day of your life. So, since you were born, she has protected and cared for you. You have received lots of wisdom from your mother. Whispering in your ear as a baby, helping you stand up and learning to walk, visiting the river so you can catch butterflies, bandaging up your bruises and cuts. She has given you all this wisdom that is in your memory.”

William sat there, silently thinking about what the Reverend said. He saw it was true – his mother had taught him so much. 

“Now, when your mother passes on, and we hope that will not be for a long time yet, then you will have all these memories and words of wisdom in your mind. Your mother will be with you always. But while your mother is still here, keep looking at her and remember her beautiful face. When you are lonely, pray to the Lord Jesus and ask for his help remembering your mother. In that way, she will always be with you for your whole life.”

William sat there, thinking about what the Reverend said. He remembered mother baking a cake with him and all the girls laughing when it came out of the oven flat, but mother gave him a big hug and said, “What a good first cake, let’s eat some, shall we?”

He knew he had so many memories of what his mother told him that he would never forget her in so many ways. She would always be with him. William turned and asked, “Do you remember your mother and speak with her?”

“Yes, I do, William. Quite often!”

William lifted his eyes and looked Reverend Andrew straight in the face. Andrew felt as if William was examining him, seeing if he was telling the truth. William broke into a big smile, and with that, he was off with Nosey running and jumping behind him. Andrew Taggart watched him run off and then pulled his handkerchief out and wiped his eyes. He gave thanks, “Thank you, Lord, for my mother, and thank you, Mother, for all you taught me!”

Standing up, he continued his walk in the bright sunshine with new vigour in his step. 

HMS Restless …

The gale died as quickly as it had started. Restless was now nearly ninety miles across the channel and no longer being tossed around by the seas. Robert saw some glimpses of blue sky on the north horizon. In the south, the sky was still dark but receding. 

“Master. The weather we have been waiting for!”

“Aye, Sir.”

“Bring her about Mr Ham. Set a course for Portsmouth.”

Mr Ham nodded and then yelled, “All hands above.” 

The rigging became alive as men climbed upwards, finding their yard positions high above. 

Lieutenant Ham was also keen on returning to port and decided on what sail setting would speed them on their way, “Mr Young, bring her about. Mr Trotters, put out the top gallants, please. Let’s make the most of the breeze we have.”

Horace was standing by the quarterdeck rail, and Robert joined him. Horace suggested, “I thought we were joining the married couple on their honeymoon in France. Is that the French coast over there?”

“We are well over halfway. That is St Anne, not France. We should make port late tonight if the wind holds. Cross your fingers.”

Horace laughed. He held no ambitions for the navy as he detested how the weather could slow operations down. Now seeing it firsthand reinforced the frustrations a sailor’s life held. He preferred his life of marching and attacking at his choosing. This navy life was an alien world. 

“You can have the sea, Captain. I prefer land advances.”

Robert smiled, “I think the Spanish would agree with you there, Horace!” They both chuckled. Robert then advised the First Lieutenant. 

“I am going below Mr Ham; she is yours.”

“Aye, Captain.”

“Horace, will you join me in my cabin for some coffee.”

“Only if you include some of Turner’s biscuits, Sir.”

“I think I can arrange that!”

Fintelton, the Thursday before Bethany and Neville’s wedding …

HMS Restless quietly entered Portsmouth harbour after midnight on the Thursday morning, after a swift trip across the channel with a firm but gusting northerly blowing. The moderate weather allowed navigation carefully into the harbour late that night. 

Horace and Robert left Restless and set out for Fintelton at three in the morning. By mid-morning, they arrived. Robert found his father sitting in the garden, bright and chirpy. Pike, the butler, had explained that Lady Jane, Lady Emma, and Sir Hugh were all in Guildford for the wedding and that the staff were keeping a careful watch over the Earl. 

Robert, somewhat disturbed that Hugh had not remained with his father, went out into the garden and sat down beside the Earl.

“How are you, Father?”

At first, Sir David did not hear the greeting from his son. He just sat there, enjoying the garden and relaxing in the sunshine. 

“Father, it is Robert. How are you?” Robert raised his voice and was almost speaking in his father’s ear. The Earl heard him this time and turned with a smile. 

“Ah, Robert, you are back from the sea. Someone to have dinner with me. All the others left for Guildford. You will not see them. Gone off to some fellow’s wedding. Marrying a commoner, you know – a bad business.”

Robert frowned. Yes, this was father back to his usual self. He disapproved of mixing with commoners if he could avoid it. He was not above visiting his tenant farmers, but that was a working relationship. There were matters of more importance on which Robert required answers. How was his father recovering from the stroke? Was he still capable of managing the estate? Not having much time before Horace finished changing the horses, he must find answers quickly as they would soon be on their way again. 

“Father, how are the Estate’s finances going? Have we done well in the harvests?”

“I leave all that with Stem now. Hugh says the harvest is down, but I am not sure. He says the tenants are getting old and cannot produce enough. Hugh should be out there helping them.”

“What about the plantations in the Indies?”

“I have suggested several times that Hugh visit and understand those businesses. But he is not interested. A visit will be necessary soon; who knows what is happening in Jamaica?”

“But surely the agents have written reports? Surely there are records of progress?”

“Not sure, my boy. Anyway, do not worry. That will be Hugh’s problem. When I am gone, the lawyers in London have the papers. There will be a nice little nest egg for both you and Emma and an income for your mother, so she is independent. The attorneys manage the investments. Hugh will take over the Estate and the investments in the Indies. He will realise soon it is his responsibility.”

“Father, who are the attorneys in London? Do they manage the business with the investments in the Indies?”

“Yes, always have. I wanted someone interested, who keep tabs on them, Manifold and Stout Attorneys. You remember Michael Manifold, a neighbour at St James’s Square, nice fellow, completely trustworthy. Letters come from them regularly. I pass them on to Hugh. He takes care of it now.”

“But Father, did not Michael Manifold die a couple of years ago?”

“No, no, couldn’t have. I receive letters from them now and again. Check with Hugh. No, Michael will be still at St James’s Square.”

“Father, when was the last time you were at St James’s Square?”

“Can’t recall, son. Why the roses are looking good this year, aren’t they? That gardener is doing a fine job. Mrs Walsh has a big bunch brought into my bedroom every few days. All sorts of colours. I do enjoy them, Robert. Do you like flowers, son?”

“Yes, Father.”

Robert was sure his father would be safe for the next day while the family attended the wedding in Guildford, but he was disturbed that Hugh was not at home with him. As the next Earl, he should be here, certainly while his father was recovering. Who knew what could happen next? There was nothing he could do about it now. He wrestled with staying by his father’s side, but his duty was with Neville and the requirements for the best man. They must head off. He would fulfil his commitment. 

His father reclined quietly in the garden, smelling the sweet scents of the extensive rose garden that adjoined the manor. Sadly, Robert could see his father was losing perception of what was happening around him. He was still mentally agile but only at times. The determination and memory that he previously had were gone, but Robert smiled as he thought of the comment about the commoners. Good thing his father was not born a commoner! He would not have coped! 

Walking back inside, he joined the butler at the large open doorways leading onto the drawing-room.

“Pike, how do you find him now?”

“He is a sick man, Sir. He may not survive the next attack. Sir Robert, excuse me, but may I speak freely?”

“Why, yes, Pike, you and I have been friends all my life. I would value your comments.”

“Sir. I find this difficult, but I must advise you. Sir Hugh is openly saying now he would be glad if your father was gone.”

Robert turned to Pike in surprise, “Openly!”

“Yes, Sir. It is only Mr Stem who is managing the Estate. As you will understand, I talk with the staff. It seems the Earl has not been managing the Estate for the last five years, and the money is becoming tight. Lady Jane and Lady Emma know nothing of this. Sir Hugh drinks and womanises wherever he goes, and he outlays much on these vulgar pursuits. Thank goodness he does not gamble. That would certainly be the ruin of the estate. Sometimes the staff must wait for their wages as there is not enough money. Sir, if you would have a word with Sir Hugh, this might help.”

“Pike, I had no idea that the situation was so bad. I shall make enquiries at once. You and I know that no one can tell Sir Hugh anything. Yet, I will try.” 

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Pike, Sir Horace and I leave now for Guildford. I will not wish my father goodbye as he will be disappointed. I am perplexed why Hugh did not remain. But your comments explain a lot. As the next Earl, he should be here with his father. I shall return after the wedding and visit again. Now I must be off.”

“Yes, Sir. I hope the wedding goes well! …    Sir Robert?”

“Yes, Pike – what is it?”

“I know you are worried about your father. I will ensure his safety. You need not worry about this while you are at the wedding. I shall ensure he has the best of care.”

“Thank you, Pike. Knowing you are here is of great comfort!”

With that, Robert rushed way through the Manor and towards the stables. Horace was waiting with two freshly mounted horses. 

“I got old Jenny ready for you, Robert. A sailor needs a dear old horse that will not cause him much trouble. Ha, Ha, Ha!”

Robert smiled at Horace’s humour. He mounted his horse, and they were off. The estate's affairs were of concern but must remain secondary at present. He could see that his father’s health had been significantly declining since they met last. With his mission in the Irish sea soon beginning, he may be far away and uncontactable when events took place. He must consult Emma on this and have her make enquiries. She would be in London far sooner than he. Perhaps they could take Anne with them on their next shopping trip. He relaxed a little as he thought about Anne. What a better place this world was because of his love for her. 

The Wedding at Guildford …

Eleanora Turner woke early on Saturday morning and sat up in bed. She could feel the baby gently moving inside her, and for once, she was not in pain. Her health improved in the last two days, and today Eleanora felt alive and well. The big day was here when she would marry off her eldest daughter. 

Knowing that her life would be different after this day, she hopped out of bed and dressed. No more would Beth be on call as she would have a husband and there would be children. Now it would be Beth who needed help. She shuddered about the future. ‘Think positive. I will enjoy today!’

A slight knock came at the door, and it slowly opened. Jonathan appeared with two cups of tea and some buttered rolls. 

“I thought I heard you wake. I was down making myself a cup of tea, so I returned downstairs and made you one. May I share a cup of tea with you, my Dear?”

“Certainly, Jonathan. Come in and sit down.”

Jonathan placed the teas on the bedside table and drew up a chair. Sitting, he sipped his tea before taking a bite out of one of the rolls.

“I was thinking about our wedding, so long ago now, and all the children we have. Another one is on the way! Today we marry off the first before we finish the birthing of our children. It is a strange feeling but a good one.”

“I know Jonathan, and I was thinking the same thing. It is sad in a way, but we should enjoy the positives. We will have a new son-in-law, and the Bassingtons will have a new daughter-in-law. I do hope they have a lovely honeymoon. I will miss Beth terribly.”

“Now, Eleanora, it was you who said that we should remain positive!”

“Yes, yes!” Eleanora sipped her tea and then looked at Jonathan and said, “And how are you, Mr Turner? Are you a calmer man today?”

“Yes, I am Eleanora. I am very content here with you. Quite content.”

A knock came on the door, and Eleanora said, “Yes?”

Simeon and William ran in and asked if they could put on their page uniforms. 

“Not for a little while, boys, but you may go down for some breakfast with Mrs Jennings.”

The two boys darted off.

“They are excited, aren’t they, Jonathan?”

“Yes, yes, it would appear so!”

Bethany was the first awake in the girls' bedroom and sat there in her bed, thinking about the day ahead. Today her title would change from a Miss to a Mrs, and her new name would be Bassington. She would no longer be a Turner. The name change unsettled her, but she knew it was the tradition she wanted. Then the current issues of making sure all the arrangements were made took over much of her thought. 

Looking out the window at the town of Guildford surrounding her, she thought about it being her friend for the last twenty years. What would the future bring? She then realised there was no time for dreaming and focused on the list of jobs still waiting for this morning. 

Anne rolled over at the sound of Beth sitting up in bed and asked her, “It is the big day. Are you ready?”

Bethany considered the question and replied, “Probably not ready, but ready as I ever will be!”

Anne smiled at this and sat back in bed, thankful that Robert had finally arrived in time, “I wonder how the party for Neville went last night.” 

Then she suddenly thought of Robert’s final fitting for his new uniform. Panicking, she looked at Beth, “The uniform. I forgot Robert’s new uniform!”

“It is fine, Anne. I have organised it all with Mrs Smith. She will visit the Fox and Hound early and finish it there. However, he may not appreciate Mrs Smith waking him early after a late night! Teach him about arriving late, won’t it?”

The girls laughed, which brought Clementine, Madeline and Marcia into their room, and the games began.

The Fox and Hound, Guildford …

It was a busy night at the Fox and Hound, but all was now quiet. The company of young men successfully found their rooms despite the influence of an unusually large amount of alcohol taken on board. The night’s activities were pleasant and well behaved until Sir Hugh South gate crashed late in the evening. Making matters worse, Sir Hugh was considerably drunk and brought a whore with him. 

“So Bassington, here is a little present for you, a pretty madam for your pleasure. I knocked her off a few times this afternoon, priming her ready for you. Will be much more fun than that baker’s daughter you have lined up. Ha, Ha, Ha. Here take her out the back and give her a thumping!”

Neville glared at Hugh, resisting taking offence at the vulgarity of his comments. Robert held him back and quietly said, “Don’t worry, Neville, he is drunk. We will get rid of him.” Thankfully, Thomas was nearly asleep and missed the comments.

Sir Hugh could see the displeasure on Neville’s face and was enjoying it, “Come on, Nev boy, be a man and take her out the back. Maybe you are not up to it. Maybe all those years in the navy have changed your preferences? Ha, Ha, Ha!”

Neville had heard enough. In all his years in the navy, he had never suffered such revolting suggestions as this. The rage exploded in his body and consumed him as he stood and then ran towards Hugh. He would knock his head off. Of course, this was what Sir Hugh was aiming for, as he knew Neville was no fighter and would be a pushover if the baiting worked.

Now Sir Hugh was not a small man and stood nearly six feet tall with a muscular build. He was strong and could hold his own in a fight, but he never saw the punch from Horace coming. Captain Horace Coombes, who stood three inches taller than Sir Hugh, was combat trained and an expert at killing. He was incensed that an aristocrat, such as Sir Hugh, could have such vulgar manners at a friend’s stag party. Horace had met Neville through Robert and knew that Nev lacked the fighting skills needed with a thug like Sir Hugh, even a drunk Sir Hugh. So, he quietly stood up behind Sir Hugh after the first insult and waited for his opportunity. It came soon enough as Sir Hugh w as intent on creating a situation. 

Horace darted in front of Sir Hugh and stood like a wall between the vulgar man and Neville. As Sir Hugh lifted his drunken eyes, unsure of what was blocking his view, the lights went out. He never reacted before Horace’s great fist blasted his left eye socket. It was like an iron bar hitting a melon. Sir Hugh fell like a lump of clay, putting his disruptive behaviour at an end very soon after it had started. With that, the unwilling whore fled out of the room, wailing. 

Horace walked forward, stepped over Sir Hugh’s motionless body, sat beside Robert, and grunted like a bull.

Robert, who watched the entire incident with great interest, glanced over at him and said, “Nicely done, Horace! Why I didn’t even have time to blink!”

Neville stood looking down at Sir Hugh, unconscious on the ground with a swelling left cheek. 

David Sopwith standing up beside Neville, inquired, “Sir, what is your diagnosis of this ugly chap on the floor?”

Neville shook his head and, in a loud voice said, “David and my fellow friends, I would say it is a plain case, mostly found in commoners, of the vulgarities and results in a severe swelling in the left cheek and a very nasty headache in the morning!”

A loud cheering of, “Here, here!” was then heard, and the party continued late into the night with many sea shanties and toasts.

Now it was morning, and there was no movement from the men’s rooms and probably would not be for another couple of hours yet. A gentle knock came on Robert’s door. He rolled over with the alertness that any sea captain has and answered the door. Outside, he found Mrs Smith and her assistant with his uniform ready for the fitting. Robert attempted a smile, but it was a tired face that was not working well. He ushered them into his room, where Horace was still fast asleep in the other bed. 

“Don’t mind Horace; he had a rather busy time at Neville’s party last night. Now let us proceed with the fitting, please.”

Mrs Smith’s assistant looked at the enormous man in the other bed, and all she could say was, “Ooooh!”

The local Church, Guildford …

The Reverend Andrew Taggart sat at his desk and looked up with a smile. He had made his final decision on his address. Glad this task was complete, the Reverend checked the time. Soon, he must be at the church and check that all was ready with the verger. This service would be the largest for Guildford during his time as Rector.  

“My! What a wonderful day it will be!”

He then prayed, “Lord, let this service glorify you today and let me be your obedient servant. I pray in Jesus, our Lord and Saviour’s name. Amen.”

Feeling he needed further steadying after this, he poured himself a glass of sherry and sat back with a content look on his face as he sipped it.

The Turners had scheduled the wedding for two-thirty that day, and there was enormous interest from the townspeople, who knew Jonathan Turner and his family well. For a hundred yards, in the direction the bride’s carriage would come, bystanders lined the street waiting for a glimpse. It was almost like a celebration day for the town.

As Eleanora Turner stood at the church entrance, waiting for her daughter’s arrival, she grasped the Reverend’s hands in hers, “Andrew, I am so pleased that this wedding should bring such joy to our town. I am overwhelmed by their kind wishes.”

As the bridal coach approached, there was an outpouring of cheering and waving from the crowd. At the church, the crowd was deeper, and the commotion grew as Jonathan Turner helped his daughter down onto the pavement. 

Bethany turned and waved, which resulted in an almighty roar of good wishes from the joyous crowd. Andrew Taggart watched in disbelief that there could be so many wishing the young couple well. It was like a Royal wedding in miniature. The guests inside were left with no doubt that the bride had arrived. Excitement grew in the expectation of the bride’s entrance. 

“It may be good if you take your seat now, Eleanora. Laura will take you down. I will remain here and arrange the bridal party before we commence.”

“Thank you, Andrew.” Eleanora took one last look at her radiant daughter being led up the steps by Jonathan. She hurried off with Laura Taggart towards the front row with tears in her eyes. Laura kindly agreed to sit with them in case Mrs Turner lost energy. 

The Reverend Andrew Taggart checked that all was right with the bridal party, gave Jonathan Turner a shake of the hand, and then proceeded down the centre aisle and approached the groomsmen.

As the bridesmaids organised the bride’s dress before the actual procession started, there was a growing excitement inside the church. Andrew Taggart came over, “Neville, it is time! “

The groom stood up with his groomsmen. Robert could see that Neville’s healthy complexion was changing into a whitish colour. He stopped talking and seemed in a bit of a trance. Robert quickly realised Neville was freezing up. Settling down the groom was now his priority. Moving slightly closer, he spoke softly.

“This is the moment you have been waiting for, Nev. It will all go well. You need not worry; I am here with you for support.” 

Neville stood there, and Robert noticed the trembling. Robert had previously placed a glass of water behind the lectern in case of any issues. Knowing Neville well, he was not expecting difficulties. Still, others advised him to prepare for anything, including the groom running out of the church at the last moment. 

He asked Thomas for the glass of water. 

“Have a good drink, Neville.”

Neville made a raspy reply, “Yes, thank you.”  

Robert knew he needed more than water, “Remember when you looked into her eyes on the stairs at the Turner’s house. Remember how it changed your life, Nev! She is coming now, and together, you will start a new journey. This wedding will be the best thing you have ever done in your life. This girl will complete you.”

“It will? Are you sure I am not making a mistake?”

“I am sure, Nev. You and Bethany are made for each other. You are her warrior, and you will protect her for the rest of your life. Nev, she will protect you in every situation. This marriage is good. You have always desired this. Be strong, my friend and celebrate this woman giving herself freely to you. Neville, this is true love.”

Robert could see the colour coming back into Neville’s face as the tears rolled down. Robert, being the close friend he was, could see they were no longer tears of terror but tears of joy. Slowly a smile came onto Neville’s face, and he started shaking his hands, relaxing them. 

“At a boy Nev! Today is yours and Beth’s day. I am so privileged to share it with you.”

Neville gasped and finally found his voice again. 

“I don’t know what came over me then. I lost it all, didn’t I?”

“No, it is just stress. The same as before we go into battle, it does funny things.”

Neville carefully dried his eyes so that the congregation would not see. “Robert, thank you for being my friend. You will never know how much it means. You are an inspiration. Thank you.”

Neville held out his hand and shook hands with Robert. “You inspire me as well, my friend!”

Andrew Taggart watched the bridal arrangements in the vestibule, keeping one eye on this and the other on the groomsmen. He could see that suddenly for no reason, the groom was paralysed by fear. This type of incident often happened, and it was the best man that calmed everything down. He could not remember a groom changing body colour to a bloodless white before. He noticed how Robert just calmly talked Neville through the process and brought him back down into a calm state again. 

Andrew was relieved, ‘Thank you, Lord, for Robert! He understands what is required. I need another sherry!’

Andrew was in a sweat and wiped his brow as the verger gave him the signal that all was ready. He nodded, appearing relatively calm, stepping forward and addressing the congregation. 

“Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen. Would you all please stand!”  

The organist commenced the anthem requested by the bride and groom. The guests stood, all eyes turned towards the church entrance, as the proud page boys, William and Simeon, flanking the flower girls Madeline and Marcia, led the procession. Emma, watching the conversation between Neville and Robert, looked straight at Robert. She was acquainted with Neville as a friend for nearly ten years now and detected the stiffness in his stance. She understood from his body movements that he was freezing up in fear. She saw the conversation between Robert and Neville and understood what was happening. When she saw the Reverend wipe his brow, it confirmed that Neville had faltered but had now regained his confidence. 

When the groomsmen turned and faced the bridal procession coming down the church's centre aisle, Emma looked directly at Robert and smiled with a knowing look. Robert looked first at the bridal procession but then saw Emma smiling at him. She was aware of the crisis and its resolution, now giving her approval of a job well done. Robert gave her a happy wink and looked back at the procession. Emma, watching the page boys and flower girls pass by, thought about her brother. ‘That is Robert. He can cope with anything. Why can’t Hugh be like that?’

As Clementine moved gracefully down the aisle behind the page boys and flower girls, Robert found himself entranced. Clementine appeared to drift just above the floor, slowly down the aisle, as her beautiful gown of light blue silk complemented the girlish curls that dangled around her sparkling eyes. She was a picture of sophisticated beauty only surpassed by Anne as she followed, gleaming in her dress that shimmered in the light shining down from the high side windows of the church. If anything resembled angels, he thought that Clementine and Anne must be the closest he would ever see. 

Robert looked closer at Anne and noticed her beautiful golden hair curled in a bun. She looked dazzling, like Clementine, but more so in Robert’s eyes. His heart burst with love for her as she carefully walked down the aisle, almost afraid to lift her eyes. She smiled at several people near the aisle as she neared the groomsmen. Then she looked up, and her eyes met Roberts. He nearly shed a tear as he saw her dazzling beauty utterly open to him. With a smile, she quickly looked away as she took her position beside Clementine. 

Robert visibly steadied himself as he refocused on the task at hand. He noticed Neville looking down the aisle with his mouth open. 

“Nev, I think you should smile, old boy. The open mouth is not the best pose!”

Neville checked himself as well, as the beauty of these young women overcame him. Then his eyes met Bethany’s eyes, and he broke into the happiest smile Robert would ever see from him. 

“That’s the boy!” Robert encouraged him.

Lady Jane South was amazed by the dazzling beauty of the bridesmaids and then the bride. The meeting of eyes between Anne and Robert was not unnoticed. Their faces told her that his attachment was far more serious than she had thought. She was happy for him as she could not imagine a lovelier young lady than Anne for her son. She sighed, ‘I’m glad I am here at this wedding.’ It confirmed her views on so many things that, in the past, were sacred to her class. It was not that society was changing, but young people were discovering a changing world with broadening views. In many ways, she was pleased with the undercurrents of change. 

She looked across the aisle at Eleanora Turner, a beautiful woman and a mother today so proud and happy for her daughter’s future happiness. She would develop a friendship with her and discover more about the mother of her possible future daughter in law. 

Bethany and her father now approached the end of the aisle. Neville and Bethany could not keep their eyes off each other. It was a match made in heaven; they were so in love. Jonathan Turner stood behind his daughter as instructed by Andrew Taggart.

Reverend Taggart waited as the bridesmaids arranged the bride’s train. The two bridesmaids then stood beside Bethany, and everything was ready. The page boys and flower girls sat down with the Turners in the front row. When all was quiet, the Reverend commenced. 

“Welcome again, everyone. Would you please be seated? I always find this helpful before we commence the service.

We are here today to join this couple, Neville Winston Bassington and Bethany Charlotte Eleanora Turner, in Holy Matrimony.  Neville and Bethany and their families have asked me to say how honoured they are that you are here celebrating with them today. They have also asked me to welcome Lady Jane South, Countess of Fintelton and her son Sir Hugh who celebrate with us today.”

There was respectful clapping and a quick pause as Reverend Andrew Taggart opened his prayer book.

“We have come together here in the sight of God, and in the presence of this congregation, to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony, which is an honourable state of life, instituted from the beginning by God himself, signifying to us the spiritual union that is between Christ and his church¹.     

 ¹ An Australian Prayer Book for use together with The Book of Common Prayer, 1662.

The service continued.

…. Therefore, if anyone can show any just cause why they may not lawfully be joined together, let him speak now, or hereafter remain silent.”

There was silence. Sir Hugh moved slightly beside his mother; however, Lady Jane took his hand and quietly said, “Shush!”

After a good silence, the Reverend said, “Who gives this woman to be married to this man?”

Jonathan Turner came forward and gently took his daughter’s hand, kissed it, and then placed it in Neville’s hand. He then withdrew and sat beside his wife. She looked at him with tears in her eyes and said, “Well done, Jonathan.”

He was overcome with emotion for one of the first times in his life and could not speak but managed a soft smile with a twitch in his cheek.

William peered at his father and mother sitting there together, looking at each other in a very loving way and wondered how this same man could have beaten her just six months earlier. How could this be? He could not understand emotions. Perhaps his brother-in-law would explain this. 

The time arrived for Andrew Taggart’s public message during the ceremony, and he addressed the couple. 

“Neville and Bethany,

I am so pleased that you found each other. What a wonderful couple we have before us today. Don’t you agree with me, everybody?”

He encouraged the congregation, and they started clapping. There was a tremendous uplifting response and a round of applause from the congregation, which lasted nearly two minutes. The couple was moved by this and turned and said thank you as the people clapped and some shouted, “Hooray!”

Andrew continued, “It seems our whole town has come together offering their heartfelt congratulations. I feel this is most appropriate, especially as we welcome a new surgeon into our town and community.

There are just two things I will say today. 

Families of the Bassingtons and the Turners, what you are witnessing today is the creation of a new family. You all become in-laws to this family but always remember that it is no longer your family. Neville and Bethany are now a new family, a union of two people under God’s blessing, which is Holy and must never be violated.

Neville and Bethany will set up a new home in Guildford. They will have children and bring these children up under their guidance. It will be the responsibility of each of their families to assist them as best they can. But hear my words. It is not the place any more of the Bassingtons or the Turners to direct them in what they do. Neville and Bethany are a new family unit blessed by God and will flourish in their way. 

Secondly, let me encourage this wonderful couple with a few words on persistence in a relationship. Neville and Bethany, at present, you both are feeling so much in love that you would wonder what could ever go wrong with your relationship. But I am sure you will recall the vows that will follow.  ‘For better or for worse!’ Yes, there will be times ahead when you will not feel as you are today. As you age, there will be challenges, and it may become harder in time!

…………….”  Andrew continued for a few minutes with a compelling message before finishing.

“Now, May the Lord bless you both with long lives and health. Amen”

The service continued, and on the fourteenth of October eighteen hundred and twenty-six, Neville Winston Bassington married Bethany Charlotte Eleanora Turner and enjoyed a magnificent wedding followed by a reception at the Fox and Hound, which would be remembered by all who attended with great affection.