Tom Browning's Schooldays
By
Joel
Chapter FiftySeven
Freddy, Philip and James went off with Mehmet to be readied for the drive. Jabez was unusually silent as we went down to collect our own outer garments from where they had been left the night before. All he said as I led Robin out of the side door into the Mews was "Two hours."
Branscombe came hurrying up just as we emerged and our conveyance was being driven from the inner yard. The three young ones were quite excited but stood quietly as the carriage came alongside. Natty leapt off the box, lowered the steps and opened the door. "Sirs, please enter and Mr Jacobson will take you first along Oxford Street and then to see some of the buildings from Holborn to St Paul's. He will return along Fleet Street to the Strand and so back here from Piccadilly. " I thought Natty had learned his lines well to remember that itinerary!
Six boys had to look through the windows without breathing on them and making them misty. Someone with forethought had placed to hand two pieces of an old towel in case our visibility was diminished! The small hatch to communicate with the coachman was left open and as we set off so Jacobson called out the names of shops, streets and buildings as we passed. I was quite aware as we trundled along of the increasing stench of the horseshit, horse-piss and other noxious odours which filled the coach. One could see the piles which had been brushed into the gutters. Both Freddy and James were grinning at each other and pinching their noses and I thought of the Duchess's good notion of having a cheroot burning to counteract the unwanted aromas.
Once when we stopped because of the press of traffic Philip did remark that he thought the smell was worse than when he had been with the Harrisons. Cedric Branscombe said he was sure there were more carriages and more horse-drawn omnibuses than he had seen before. Just then the steeds of two riders who had drawn up almost alongside decided to rid themselves of their last meals. Unfortunately their bellies must have been disordered so instead of the usual lumps two streams of evil-smelling ordure sprayed out from under uplifted tails and some splashes caught our door. Branscombe was ready to vent his anger at such an assault on our vehicle but he looked at me first and I shook my head slightly. I did not think I would be able to construe such imprecations as 'bastardly gullions' or 'fat-arsed clodpolls' to the young ones which Branscombe had employed on the previous occasion. There was no need for his intervention as the greater burden of the excrement had decorated the forelegs of the horses drawing the carriage immediately behind the riders. 'Fat-arsed clodpolls' matched the riders exactly as they looked like two well-fed farmers, red-faced and stoutly built. I did not hear the imprecations of the coachman involved but his long whip snaked out and the two riders and their steeds were stung. The horses reared and were off scattering other riders while we were able to drive sedately on.
Natty's head appeared in the hatch. "Sirs, Mr Jacobson will have the door cleaned once we reach the pump at Broad Street." That was the only excitement other than the pointing at the sights and the accompanying cries of delight as we passed by. Robin leaned over to me and remarked that there was too much to comprehend on one journey and he would be glad to be back in Careby or Ashbourne where things seemed to be much simpler.
I could but agree with him. The hustle and bustle we were watching and what I had experienced on my previous visits was quite alien to the quieter country life we were used to. The youngsters were enjoying it though and when we stopped at the pump were ready to alight and help. Jacobson said we were to remain in the carriage and this was wise for at least six or seven urchins immediately surrounded the coach, climbing on the wheels and banging on the window glass to make rude faces at us as no largesse was forthcoming.
Freddy was most disconcerted when one ruffian of, perhaps, no more than eight, bared his blackened teeth and called him a 'fuck-pig' and stuck his tongue out at him. The child was then washed, I surmised for the first time in his life, for Jacobson having sluiced the door with water from the pump-bucket upended the rest over the miscreant. I did not hear what the little fiend called Jacobson but he then received a stinging cut in due recompense from the riding-crop Jacobson was holding in his other hand. As we drove off with Natty at the reins Jacobson apologised and said we were now advised as to why he had not let us dismount.
When we reached St Paul's Churchyard who should be still there but my father talking to my brother-in-law, the Reverend James Canning. It did mean we were allowed to leave the carriage and my father said, loudly, that he thought he might have had peace and quiet in a churchyard but this was now destroyed. This was in jest as we were led into the Cathedral through a side entrance by James Canning who knew my father's ways of old. We stood and surveyed the magnificence of the interior with the boys straining their necks to see up into the top of the dome. I heard Philip murmur to Freddy that the Whispering Gallery was up there and James Canning must have heard this.
"Mr Browning," he said addressing my father, "Would the boys be allowed to visit tomorrow morning? I am sure I could find time to show them some of the treasures and I know one boy would relish another visit up all the stairs." Poor Philip blushed and hung his head. My father was amused and readily agreed without any comment. "Be here by ten o'clock, then." James Canning looked at me. "Your nephews will be overjoyed and it will prevent too much excitement on their part on Saturday."
We were ushered out with Freddy almost jumping up and down with glee. "This is something even my mother has not seen," he said to Philip as he clambered back into the carriage.
There was much chattering for the rest of the journey. I was glad when we turned up Regent Street and did not go along Pall Mall to St James Street. There was excitement at seeing the shops in Piccadilly and promises were made for a proper visit as I saw shops I had made purchases in at New Year as well as the tailor's I was sure we would all be taken to in the morning. Oh dear. We had just made another arrangement! As we passed I said we might be able to go up Pall Mall and see the Queen's Palace and the barracks by St James's Park as well after being measured and fitted. We reached Berkley Street alongside Devonshire House and were soon making our way along Charles Street. There were great exclamations of content over the experiences on the drive. Freddy did curl his nostrils. "That smell was everywhere. Is it always the same?" I just nodded and his face screwed up.
Mr Pembridge was at the door to let us into the house. "Luncheon is at one," he announced, "There is a small repast in the breakfast room now." There was not quite a stampede as cloaks, coats, caps and Branscombe's prized topper were discarded.
Jabez and Paolo were already in the breakfast room with flagons of one of Signor Bartoli's concoctions and plates of small pastries. Within minutes not a scrap nor drop was left as the hungry horde descended on the offerings. Jabez smiled and remarked sotto voce that rooks in the cornfield left more. Branscombe was uncertain whether to return to the other house as he was unsure if luncheon would be at the same time and he questioned what was planned for us this afternoon? All I knew, but was not going to say, was that at half-past four there would be further excitements, this time in Uncle Digby's study. I also had to see if visiting the tailor and St Paul's Cathedral coincided.
Our discussions were interrupted by Mr Topping who had news that the visit to the tailor had been brought forward to today at two o'clock and the carriage would be at the door at quarter to the hour. Although I was relieved poor Branscombe was in a quandary. Jabez stepped forward and said he would accompany him back to his house to find out if he was to be fitted for a new suit as well. They were off in a trice much to Mr Topping's amusement. I relayed James Canning's invitation for us to visit the Cathedral in the morning. He laughed and said my uncle had expected that. A carriage would be readied. Again I was aware that Mr Topping was more than just a general servant and he preceded me as I asked him if I could talk with my uncle for a moment or two. Robin grinned as he knew what my request would be and went off upstairs as I followed Mr Topping who announced me then left.
Uncle Digby was most amused when I told him of the decision Robin and I had made about purchasing signet rings with our initials engraved on them. "There is more in your friendship than schoolfellows, or even uncle and nephew, is there not?" he asked directly. As I caught his eye and silently nodded he simply gave a quiet smile and said "I had discerned that already." He sat back and crossed his arms regarding me for a while, then he said with decision "Long may it blossom and last. You have the blessing of your old uncle." He put out a hand and I shook it. "I surmise you need some identification?" he asked with a smile. He indicated his cartes de visite in their holder. "I will sign one and you must show it as surety." I thanked him as he handed it to me. "I would suggest you do not pay in excess of two guineas apiece." I was certain he was chuckling as I closed the door behind me.
I went up to our room and told Robin of my uncle's sentiments and showed him the card. He was so pleased he hugged me, then immediately changed the subject. He remarked, as I had done on my previous visit about myself, how smeared his collar was even on that short drive. True, there had been a dampness in the air and this must have carried the particles of soot and grime which now dirtied our once-clean linen. I said we would be able to change for the evening and that clean shirts and stockings were always ready. He shook his head and said he could go three or four days in the country before being so bemired. I said that was my opinion as well and the London air must keep the washerwomen more than busy.
We did find there was a pitcher standing by the hearth and warm water was in it so gave us sufficient to remove any smudges and smears from our faces. We had just finished and were sitting by the fire recounting to each other the places we had seen when Jabez returned. He announced that Branscombe would also be accompanying us to the tailor's shop as his mother had remarked on how much he had grown. He would be lunching with his family. He also told us that my Aunt Fanny would be holding a dinner for both families the next evening. This caused Robin to grimace. He had not been introduced yet to the other Branscombes he said. How would Mrs Branscombe and her daughters, especially Elizabeth, view him?
Jabez waited until he had unburdened himself of his worries. "There is no need to worry. I am to escort you and Tom to the other house at six o'clock this evening. Mrs Branscombe and the daughters are visiting St James Theatre this evening and she wishes to make your acquaintance before they dine and depart."
I said I would hold his sweaty hand and it would be a wise woman who could tell us apart. "She has met you," he countered, "What do I say?"
Jabez smiled. "I have had opportunity to speak to the Honourable Mrs Branscombe and she is most correct. I am sure she will receive you civilly and I am breaking no confidences when I tell you I overheard Miss Elizabeth and Miss Arabella saying they wished to meet you and hoped you were as handsome as Torquil and Terence."
"There, Robin, your fortune is made," I said with a laugh. "I say you are more handsome, though they are my brothers, and Branscombe has a third sister who might see you and kidnap you and hustle you to Canterbury before the week is out!"
Poor Robin was not happy. "What if I wet my britches in fright?" he said almost despondently dropping his gaze to the floor. He looked up and laughed, too. "I shall be brave and resolute. Mrs Branscombe can be no more imperious than Mrs Hine on a bad day with the wind in the North."
We had to laugh at that. Mrs Hine had a haughty countenance at the best of times but even Mr Hine had remarked that he had received an ear-drubbing when her hat blew away because of a high wind and he was not quick enough to catch the trailing ribbons.
Jabez said he would check to see if the youngsters were tidied ready for luncheon and excused himself before saying he said he expected the Dodds to be there as well as my mother, Aunt Fanny and Rosamund, though the message relayed by Jacobson was that my father would be lunching with my sister in Paternoster Row. Of course, Robin had still to be introduced to my aunt and cousin but I knew that here would be no problem there.
We heard excited chatter in the corridor outside our door. The three youngsters were with Mehmet and Jabez and as I opened the door Freddy was ready to explain that Mehmet had been showing them some of his exercises.
"One of the stones he uses is so heavy that both Philip and I struggled to lift it. He is so strong. I shall have to find smaller stones at Ashbourne 'cause I want to be big and strong as he is," he said holding up a fist and squeezing it. "I would be Goliath and Lawson could be David and pretend to have a sling." I forbore from saying that Goliath was an uncircumcised Philistine and had his head cut off after he was slain.
However, Philip was most solicitous. "You must take care. My father says men often ruin themselves lifting too heavy weights. It causes pain below and there is no proper cure."
I had heard this from Lancelot, too. However, he said there were devices to be worn which held any swellings below in place. These were expensive and needed to be well-fitted. I could not comment as I had not seen what they might be but had seen a tent at the hiring-fair where some quack said he could cure any strains through lifting. Any boys near were not allowed to peep inside so we were all none the wiser.
There was silence as we five filed into the downstairs dining-room just as Mr Tolliver struck the gong outside. There were already several of the grown-ups standing in front of the blazing fire. My mother laughed as she saw us all looking rather apprehensive. I, especially, as my Robin would be meeting his Great-Aunt Fanny for the first time. The meeting with Great-Uncle Digby had gone well, so...
My mother introduced each of the younger boys first, starting with Freddy who bowed most gracefully, copied exactly by James and Philip in turn. My Aunt Fanny looked at Robin then stepped forward and hugged him. I think he had to struggle for breath with the intensity of that embrace. "Robin, you are so welcome. Here is Rosamund who has also heard so much about you." Of course, Rosamund was really his aunt but held his hand as they looked into each others eyes and smiled. The four Dodds were in a row and all clapped which made poor Robin blush.
Aunt Fanny clapped her hands, too. "All be seated." We were soon apportioned places and the meal started. We were told not to eat too quickly though we had a bare forty minutes or so before we had to be off to the tailor's shop. Lancelot said he would accompany us as he needed a new suit but the others, meaning Uncle Dodd and Rass, could cover their old clothes with their preaching gowns. He was in a very good mood and was soon recounting to Freddy that the water-mill could be repaired with little effort but more importantly he had noted that there had been a shift in the river. This was most fortunate as it had exposed a good bed of gravel which could be extracted and sold for road mending and new building especially as the railway was coming soon. This would also mean employment for several men in the hamlet which was needed very badly. I realised it would also mean a clear source of income for the Colonel.
Whatever we had for luncheon was most tasty. Rosamund told me it was an Italian dish which the family always enjoyed and was a speciality of Signor Bartoli. It consisted of meat balls in a spicy sauce over strands of something Rosamund called macaroni which she said was made from a special dough. Even though it was new and strange there were clean platters all round. We just had time to have a slice of tart with thick cream before we had to be off on our important errand.
There were two suits each waiting for all of us when we arrived, even for Branscombe who had rushed to join us as we left for Piccadilly. Just a few adjustments and they would be ready for collection on Thursday afternoon without the need of another visit. It meant we would all be neatly attired for the grand dinner on that evening as well as for the wedding and the Wedding Breakfast. I think we were all bemused by such efficiency but Lancelot said the tailors in London always had a ready stock of almost completed wear and even he would be neat and tidy as far as his mother and Aunt Fanny were concerned.
We had some time before we had to return so Lancelot chaperoned us and we visited two of the emporia where sweetmeats, cravats and handkerchiefs were purchased with the money Aunt Fanny had slipped into hands and pockets as we stood and thanked her for the luncheon. Both Freddy and Philip were loaded with gifts for their birthdays just passed and had enough sweetmeats to last them at least a month! I said that my Aunt Fanny had also told me that there would be special visits for the pair of them on Friday. I think Freddy thought his was just for more new clothing but Rosamund had whispered to me he would also be heard to play by her music master who taught pianoforte at the Royal Academy of Music. She said she was also wanting to hear Freddy play as her mother was most complimentary. Then, while the others were staring at all the things on offer, I asked Lancelot if Robin and I might be permitted to visit the jeweller's two shops away. He just nodded and smiled and did not ask why I desired such a visit.
I think the jeweller was rather bemused at the sight of two young lads who wanted matching signet rings. It was a matter of moments though to choose and to command which initials we wished to have engraved. He was most impressed when I gave him Sir Digby Wright's card as a surety as well as a guinea apiece of our money. T and R would return with the other two guineas on Friday to collect our etched rings.
We were well in time for a dish of tea and an iced cake when we returned. Jabez then announced that my Uncle Digby wished to see us all in his study. I knew it was time for the demonstration. Uncle Digby was in his wheeled chair and had been pushed near the peculiar table. I glanced up and saw that Sammy Snake was draped over the unlit candelabrum above the table but the others did not notice that adornment. There was a subdued light in the room from a few candles arrayed around. All the others looked expectant as Uncle Dodd indicated we should be seated. I had moved close to the decoy seat so was in place first. I almost inadvertently pressed the knob on the table leg which would have set the bellows and made the unearthly moan. I would have to be careful.
Jabez was ready and from where he now sat said we would see if we could make magical things happen. We all had to place our hands flat on the table and promise not to lift them. He chanted something which sounded gibberish. He then asked if there was a boy at the table whose hair was parted in the middle. If so, two knocks would be heard by him. It was Philip who had that style. Immediately from where his hands were there were two quite loud knocks. He looked down puzzled. Jabez said if a boy had a smudge on his hand a bell would sound. He said more gibberish as we stared around and saw that Freddy had a black mark on a finger. It was my turn and I pressed the button on the floor which sounded the bell near him. Each in turn was chosen for something, even me, and a rap or a bell sounded, or the bellows were activated until it was just Branscombe left. The sign for something to happen was for that person to have a scar on his chin but no mention was made whether a bell, a chime or a moan would be heard as Jabez then chanted his gibberish. There was a short silence as we looked around and we were all nodding, except Branscombe, as it was quite evident who it was to be. It was then that Sammy Snake fell and landed over his hands. As neither Jabez nor I had moved it must have been Uncle Digby who released the creature. Poor Branscombe did give a cry and his hands went up and Sammy Snake was cast into the middle of the table as Jabez and I let off a volley of chimes, hoots, raps and moans.
Uncle Digby clapped his hands as the five realised they were being cozened. There was a general clamour to find out how it was engineered. Both Jabez and I joined in so the others thought at first it was Uncle Digby who was the culprit. He held his hands up and said it was not him but a bell would ring. My bell rang as I looked quite innocently around. Two more noises were asked for. Both for Jabez to manufacture. It was Philip who spoke up.
"You must tell the truth. I do not think it is James, nor Robin, nor me. From the way you threw the snake away I do not think it is you Master Branscombe." He looked from Jabez to me. "My mother says she would believe anything that Jabez Bottom did so I say it is you and Tom, is that not so?"
We looked at him, nodded at each other and said almost simultaneously 'I confess!'. My Uncle was roaring with laughter. "What about me?"
Branscombe leaned forward and picked up the snake. He held it up and indicated the thin black thread tied to its tail. "Sir, it is a cheat I fear. It means that all the rest must be, too."
My uncle nodded. "Let Jabez tell you everything."
The boys were entranced as Jabez recounted the fearfulness of the servants and the decision by my uncle to find out what was happening. He went on to tell of the last evening and the panic and confusion caused amongst those who had been duped. Branscombe was shaking his head in wonderment as he realised the house described was the one now occupied by his family. Jabez smiled at him. "Sir, I can assure all the spirits resided in this table and the pads on the floor. There is nothing more."
Of course, all the mechanisms had to be exhibited and tried out and we all agreed we had all been taught a salutary lesson. "There may be more things in Heaven and earth as Mr Shakespear says but take care who professes to know and to take your money to make it known," Uncle Digby said with a laugh.
Robin looked at him quizzically. "Sir, our teachers know more than we do, should we question what they teach us?"
Uncle Digby nodded. "That is a very thorny point. I would say you must always have an enquiring mind and not accept things too readily. It is difficult when young but you, I hope, would not have been misled by such charlatans as those who used this table."
"I would hope I would not be," he smiled. "My father has shown me some tricks and I have tried one with the young boys in Mr Pretyman's House."
Freddy looked at him with a frown. "That trick with the rope? Would you teach me, please, so I may play the conjuror with Lawson?"
I noted a pack of cards on the cluttered bookcase near the chair my uncle usually sat in. I asked if I might use them and my uncle nodded and grinned. I counted out the twenty needed and each of the others including Jabez, but saving Robin, chose their pair. I set them out face up in the four rows as for 'David Lovel in yon abbey'. As Robin knew the ruse we shared the triumph of getting correct the pairs chosen.
Freddy was too polite to ask if the trick might be divulged to him but that would come later I was sure. I said Mr Dimbleby was most adept with sleight-of-hand tricks but I had no idea how he accomplished them. Uncle Digby said it was much practice and distraction. One had to make false moves to divert the gaze of the watchers. He was sorry that he was unable to show us but we had to beware of men or lads on street-corners with cups hiding balls or coins as you may win once but not again so losing your money you had wagered. There was always a confederate in the crowd who would seem to win more. We were all rather agog at this but I think we had all learned some valuable lessons in just that hour or so.
We had to leave Uncle Digby as Mr Topping knocked and entered and gave a knowing smile towards Jabez. Marie, my mother's maid, was also outside and took Freddy off to play to the ladies while Mr Pembridge suggested that Philip and James might like to see the Library. Branscombe had to leave as well as he was dining at the other house with his family and Robin had to be taken to meet the Branscombe family. "I had better not say what I have learned this afternoon," Branscombe said as we three donned cloaks and hats in the corridor. We also made arrangements for meeting in the morning for the visit to St Paul's if his mother allowed it.
Jabez came with us to the other house and left us to wait for Robin and me to return. All was well when the three of us entered the parlour where the rest of the Branscombe family were seated. Captain Branscombe rose from his chair and immediately approached Robin and took his hand. "You are most welcome, my boy, my son has not ceased from his praise for you and you will be part of our family from Saturday." That was a signal for the Honourable Mrs Branscombe to beckon him. Robin bowed to her and went down on one knee. He took her gloved right hand and kissed the back of it.
Mrs Branscombe smiled. "Welcome, Robin." She showed she could unbend and had a sense of humour. "The last time a young man knelt and kissed my hand like that he asked me to marry him." She looked up at her husband who was laughing. "Didn't you, my dear."
Robin stood and Cedric took him to each of his three sisters in turn who were also sitting. Robin bowed to each and each took his hand and squeezed it. Cedric returned to me and I was pushed forward and bowed to his mother who smiled at me. He was still guiding me as I, too, moved along the row of his sisters. "You have met Elizabeth and Arabella," he said to me as I tried to stop to greet them formally but his hand was on my elbow. We stopped in front of the sister I had not yet met. "Jane, this is Tom Browning. He is to be your brother-in-law on Saturday and you said you wished he might be as handsome as his brothers. I will leave you to make your judgement." Of course, this sally made everyone laugh. I blushed and dear Cedric would get his comeuppance! Jane took pity on my discomfiture.
She held out a hand which I took. She looked past me and fixed a stern eye on her now not-grinning brother. I knew he would receive a sharp rebuke later. "Tom, I am so pleased to meet you. My dear brother has praised you, too. I understand he requires aid with his Latin and that you and Robin have supplied him with cribs, but then he is to be a sailor like Papa and will probably need other skills and learning." She gave me a smile. "I hope he may succeed in those tasks." All I could was smile back. I liked Jane!
Mrs Branscombe called Robin and me over to her. "I hear there is to be an expedition to the Cathedral tomorrow. My son says he wishes to accompany you but I need a willing slave to carry my purchases I am sure to make in the morning."
I was in a forgiving mood and I could see Cedric was being bated by this mother. "Ma'am, perhaps our Jabez might accompany you. He is most knowledgeable of the various emporia as I know he has made expeditions with my Aunt and my cousin Rosamund."
I would have to make my peace with Jabez but I knew he would be well-rewarded for the time spent waiting patiently while Mrs Branscombe, and I surmised her daughters, chose and discarded choices until almost satisfied with the fifth or sixth selection.
"I have noted Jabez is a most helpful servant. I will take him and the boy William." She looked over to her son. "Cedric, I give you permission to accompany Tom and Robin. You will make sure you are no hindrance." By using our Christian names I knew we had been accepted fully.
Poor Cedric! I now had a quite different opinion of Mrs Branscombe. I could also see that her husband was trying not to grin too broadly. I said I would obtain my Aunt's permission for Jabez to be ready in the morning.
We made our farewells and Cedric came through to the passageway with us. He was quite contrite. "I hope I have not upset you, Tom." He shook his head. "I have now to feel the edge of Jane's tongue. I had hoped all would have been a jest." He gripped my hand. "I am so grateful, Tom, you have a kind heart." He turned to Jabez who was standing ready to hand us our cloaks. "You have a doleful task tomorrow I am afraid. I will make sure you are recompensed." Jabez was looking rather puzzled but Branscombe did not enlighten him. Cedric turned to Robin and me. "I will see you both in the morning." He shrugged his shoulders. "I must return!"
Mr Barrett was standing in the shadows and as Branscombe walked back to the parlour door he came forward and he and Jabez helped us with our cloaks and handed us our hats. We stood while Jabez put his own on then Mr Barrett opened the door and bade us 'Goodnight'.
As we walked back to my uncle's house I told Jabez of the task I had saddled him with but he merely grunted and said it was better than wiping infants' runny noses, meaning us, or wiping horseshit off carriage doors. I said that second thing might occur even in the illustrious company of the Honourable Mrs Branscombe. He had to agree to that and said he had wiped certain infants' bottoms which were equally smelly!
That evening all our family with Philip, James and Freddy was assembled in the lower dining-room. There were five footmen standing in line with Mr Tolliver in the role of butler for the absent Mr Tuckwell. All were in grey livery as I surmised their more formal uniform was being readied for the next night's dinner. It was a most cheerful occasion with three good courses and several entrees and Robin and I were allowed two glasses of the fine claret which was being poured liberally for the gentlemen. Rosamund kept smiling across the table at Freddy and whispered to me that he would be an excellent performer on the pianoforte if he was nurtured. I said we would be asking Mrs Dimbleby to give him lessons. Rosamund said she hoped she had the requisite skills but we would learn more after Mr Bennett, her teacher, had heard him play.
My aunts and my mother must have been discussing the wedding again for most of the afternoon with messages being relayed back and forth with Mrs Branscombe for at one point during the serving of the final course my mother announced that ring-bearers for the bridal couple had been forgotten in all the pother. She then looked at Philip and James, sitting at either side of the table, and said they had been chosen with Mrs Branscombe's most grateful consent. They were to bear satin cushions on each of which a ring would be placed and they would follow the bride down the central nave. The pair were astounded and sat with mouths agape. Luckily they had not filled their mouths with food! It was then Freddy's turn. My mother smiled at him. "My son will carry his helmet after he enters the Cathedral but when he is ready to make his vows he will hand it to you and you must hold it carefully until all the prayers are finished. You will follow him and Terence down the nave as well." Freddy's face was a joy to see.
When the ladies retired the three youngsters were collected by Jabez and Mehmet for they all looked tired, but were radiantly happy. We found that my father had not tarried long at my sister's after his luncheon but had met with Mr Harrison, the lawyer, and two of the directors of another omnibus company who wished to expand into new parts of London where more and more houses were being built. It meant a great increase in the number of horses needed and my father confessed he would have to find other breeders to supply him before he could fulfil all the forthcoming orders including the contracts already entered. Uncle Dodd said it was good that he had a reasonable reputation, which set off laughter and a mock show of disgruntlement on the part of my father. They were all talking merrily together when Robin and I exchanged glances and excused ourselves through not-so-feigned tiredness.
Jabez was waiting to escort us up to our room. We joshed him first on whether he could help Mrs Branscombe choose between dimity and fine silk, then on his part as the arch mountebank that afternoon. We said we certainly wouldn't wager any coins if he took to showing any skills he might learn on the street. As we reached our room rude Robin said the only thing he might show on the street and invite wagers was to guess the size of his mighty peg. Jabez said he would forgive him as he agreed it was mighty when compared with the likes of certain young lads from the country and he certainly knew the difference between materials for little boys' drawers and would choose something rough for those whose wiping was not thorough if Mrs Branscombe was minded to supply us with presents.
We were too well-fed and tired ourselves to offer retaliation at these slurs. Both of us were yawning as we undressed and Jabez placed our now second-best suits away. As we sluiced our weary faces he said he had never seen three young lads so happy with their news and did we have tasks for Saturday? We said we would be observers only. He was pleased as he had also been told he would be in the Cathedral with other of the household servants and would be attending the Wedding Breakfast helping Mr Topping with my uncle. Uncle Digby would not be at the service but would be taken to Goldsmiths' Hall direct in a special carriage with practised attendants.
I said I had not seen Mr Tuckwell nor the two young Bartoli boys. Jabez put a finger against his nose and said very seriously "Mr Tuckwell is on other business..." He then chuckled. "...and those two imps are at the other house being very demure for a change as they will be carrying Miss Branscombe's train. They have been practising using a length of curtain with young William as an unwilling bride!"
I said I hoped they would not be in their cat costumes but was assured they would be dressed as young Hussars. That with a finger against his lips. Something else not to divulge!
Sleep overtook us quickly after bidding goodnight to Jabez but there was time for a tender round of lovemaking and a quiet moment or two of contemplation of the affectionate way in which my Robin had been enfolded even further into our family.
Our next day turned out to be busy and long. At breakfast all the assembled boys were abuzz with excitement. My father and Lancelot came in as we were being served. After hearty greetings we all listened, and ate, as Lancelot described to my father the device he was having made to help my uncle and his breathing.
"There is an irritation caused I am sure by the smoke and particles in the air one has to breathe in London. I have corresponded with an eminent physician here who agrees and he has set up a machine which sucks air through a filter of almost porous paper. He says in the winter months the paper is clogged within a matter of hours. My device will work on the same principles but after the air has passed through the filter a small spirit lamp will heat a soothing balsam which will be released into the stream of air. I have suggested the air can be drawn from outside through a pipe bringing the air into the room."
My father showed he was a practical man, but with his usual humour. "Tell me, Lancelot, how does the machine continue sucking? Is there a lad outside turning a handle as I know of at least one who could be employed gainfully and at little expense."
I did not make a comment but had another forkful of the braised kidneys. Lancelot just gave me a grin across the table. "No, Uncle Sam, the doctor has been using a clock mechanism with weights and pulleys but I have ideas of employing a coil and magnet with several chemical cells to provide the electric force."
My father shook his head. "A strong lad would no doubt be cheaper though would succumb from the foul miasma himself." He stopped. "I must not say that as poor Digby suffers greatly and would profit from better air I am sure."
I did pipe up then. "If I might comment, Lancelot, perhaps Professor Bayes at University College in Gower Street might be able to advise." Both Lancelot and my father stared at me and Robin gave a laugh. "His son is one of our schoolfellows and I visited the College when here in the New Year," I continued confidently. "I saw new inventions there and Robin and Aubrey Bayes have plans to produce an electric telegraph."
Lancelot was most intrigued. "That would be most useful if I could have an interview with him. I remember now that you saw a small steam engine as well." He turned to my father. "If I could get assistance the venture would go forward with much more speed."
My father was practical again. "I would say write a note of request which would no doubt pique his interest." He looked at me. "You could mention he has met your little cousin who recommended his scholarship greatly." He harumphed. "No, that would give the little wretch a feeling of importance." He smiled then. "I must not denigrate the boy if his acquaintance with a man of eminence leads to help for his uncle."
Lancelot was also used to my father's jibes so said he would write immediately and borrow a messenger to deliver his request. My father then turned to the three silent but also intrigued youngsters. "You will be climbing to the Cathedral gallery I warrant. That is something I have not done. I doubt if my breath would allow me such effort." He felt in his pocket and drew out his purse and shook out a handful of coins. "You will need a penny or two in case you see one of those fancy shops. Here, a sixpence each for you." He passed a shiny coin to each of us, including Robin and me. Like the gentleman at the Hunt I could see he had made a mistake. Each of us was given a sovereign piece. No, it was not an error! "That should buy enough," he said as he slipped the purse back in his pocket. There was a chorus of thanks with Freddy staring at his bounty.
"I must buy Grandpapa a gift," he said as he placed the coin carefully in his jacket pocket.
Both my father and Lancelot were smiling at this most kind sentiment.
Once we had completed our breakfast there was time before we had to be ready for our departure to the Cathedral. Freddy held back as we left the breakfast room. "Would I be permitted to play your aunt's pianoforte?" he asked me. "I have told Philip and James and they have said they would like to hear me play."
Jabez who had followed us overheard his request. "Sir, Lady Fanny is in the Library," he said to Freddy. "Perhaps Master Tom might ask her."
No sooner said than done. All three ladies were already there with visiting cards and letters being scrutinised and placed in piles on the large table in the centre of the room. I learned these were responses to the invitations to the wedding and the breakfast passed to them by Mrs Branscombe. Matters of protocol and decorum would have to decide who sat where and with whom. There were pages of lists of names as well and I could see the three would be busy for some time. All was well. I could supervise Freddy's performance as the pianoforte had been moved back to the parlour.
Jabez was telling the boys that he was to demonstrate the table to my Uncle Dodd and Rass as soon as they returned from the church they were attending this morning. He grinned at me. "Your uncle thinks your father should be present as well." I mouthed 'Snake!' at him. This caused the boys to chuckle.
Jabez led us to the parlour and opened the cover to the keyboard and adjusted the stool for Freddy who entranced us with the fluency and skill he showed even after just those hours with my mother and now my Aunt Fanny. If I thought I played the opening movement of the Sonata by Wolfgang Mozart well I then knew I was surpassed by this young man. I smiled as he then played the Entracte from Rosamunde as it was quite perfect just like my dear cousin! He had the music book before him as he played a 'Lieder ohne Worte'. This was done a little more hesitantly but was without error. When he finished he turned and smiled.
"I must learn more before I return to Ashbourne," he said, "I know there is much to do but I wish to succeed."
He played one more piece which I did not know but it was now time to set off. I could see even with the prospect of that visit there was a hint of reluctance to leave the fine instrument.
That visit, though, was momentous. What better guide than my brother-in-law and my two young nephews who held onto each of us in turn. Branscombe was an especial friend as he could lift either of the twins high for them to point out some piece of carving or a fanciful inscription. When high in the gallery we all took turns in whispering and then staring down from that great height into the vastness of the four arms of the cross-shaped building. I think Freddy was rather overcome, as were Philip and James, when I murmured that they would be marching from the great entrance all the way to stand before the altar. James Canning was most reassuring. "Do not be concerned. I have to make that journey at least once a day," he said patting Freddy on the head. We then descended into the crypt and stared at the strange tomb of Admiral Nelson. Branscombe lightened the mood when he whispered to Robin and me that the Admiral's body was returned to England in a barrel of brandy. We daren't giggle as James Canning was pointing out how the tomb was built.
The visit over, we thanked James who said there was even more to see so we had to visit again. We then visited two shops nearby where most of our sovereigns were exchanged for numerous items suitable for ourselves, Philip and James' mother and father, Liam and the Colonel. I knew he would prize the six fine cambric handkerchiefs and the small model of the dome of the Cathedral which Freddy chose for him. As we had time we were driven further into the City and Philip rather excitedly pointed out the Bank of England where he had won his wager with John Harrison. Robin said we should leave him there to see if the five pounds was ready waiting for him and he could hire a Hackney carriage to return to Charles Street with what he had left from his sovereign. He was particularly silent for the rest of the journey.
To be continued:
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