Tom Brownings Schooldays

Tom Browning's Schooldays

By

Joel

Chapter SeventySeven

We stared at each other. 'New britches' could be fathomed but 'Sir Robert'? I had then to confess I had overheard that snatch of conversation. I had heard the name 'Peel'. Sir Robert Peel was the Prime Minister. Why would he want to see us?

Before George could even empty his bladder in the water closet I had to tell him and Robin. I got uncomprehending looks as I related what I had heard. When I had finished that short tale George was almost hopping from one foot to another. He had to relieve himself so rushed to the closet.

Robin regarded the closed door. George could be a gentleman and not require his friends to listen to his Water Music. Robin nodded his head towards the door. "There must be something most important in those papers and George is, of course, the son of a lord." He said it quietly though George was rather noisily attending to other matters: a Trumpet Voluntary sounded, long and loud! "I would say a hornet's nest has been found and the government might be stung if it were poked with a stick," Robin continued with a smile. I was not sure if it was his apt choice of metaphor or George's emanations which caused his face to crease.

"I would agree," I said. "I would say that George will be given a message to pass to his father privately."

"Why are we to be there as well?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "We know as much as George does and, no doubt, will be told to keep silent."

George had completed his 'contemplations', a polite term used by my father. He emerged with a solemn face. "I am sure this will not be a meeting where condolences will be offered," he began. He then paused and shook his head before continuing. "Whatever has been found means my uncle was engaged in more than the ruin of a bank."

Robin stepped forward. "George, whatever it may be take comfort that you and your family were not involved in his schemes."

George looked rueful. "My father lost friends before because of that scoundrel. I know my father is honest and it saddens me that our name is associated with his. It is almost as if our family is cursed." He was biting his lower lip. "There have always been rumours and stories of past events where one strand of the family is evil and is destroyed. My father will not speak of any of it and I have only gathered what I know from whispers I overheard when in the company of sons of neighbours. I know they are forbidden to say more. I am sure Augustus has been told but he just shakes his head whenever I have asked. There was scandal in Jamaica and I know our family is not welcome to send sons to at least one College in Cambridge." He did smile then. "I would not be destined for any college either there or at Oxford. Our family is not noted for its scholars!"

George then set to. He completed his ablutions and dressed as did Robin who, behind George's back, held his nose before entering the water closet. I busied myself sorting through more of the books. One I would appropriate was of the plays of Sheridan and another was a volume of poems by Mr Wordsworth which I would give to Theo when I returned to Ashbourne as I knew he thought highly of the poet.

Robin was now dressed and George was saying he was ready for his breakfast when Jabez returned. "Gentlemen," he announced, "I am instructed to say that breakfast will be served when you are ready. A carriage will be leaving for the tailor's shop at a quarter to nine. A visit will also be made to the gentlemen's outfitter for various other requirements. It is my duty to accompany you and to see you are accommodated in all your needs." He bowed slightly and smiled at George. "Sir Digby will stand surety for all expenses."

There were no questions. Three boys needed feeding!

While we were eating and Paolo had left to procure another platter of coddled eggs Robin asked George if he knew anything about Sir Robert Peel.

"I do know he is a Tory like my father. I believe my father has met him when in London." He smiled then. "My father has an interest in four seats in the House and I remember him saying to Augustus at Christmas he would need to consider his support if Sir Robert moved for the repeal of the Corn Laws."

"What are those Laws?" asked Robin. I was also unclear though I had heard my father discussing them with Uncle Dodd. I knew he was not overly concerned as he had little acreage growing wheat though several of our tenants relied on their crops heavily. Of course, those tenants put out by Mr Cavendish were unable to pay their rents because of the poor crops recently.

The Corn Laws was a topic which George did know a little about. He said he knew the price of wheat had been set high after Boney was defeated to protect the profits of the landowners. Parliament had brought in a law that prohibited corn being imported from other countries until the price reached eighty shillings for a quarter which was eight bushels, each bushel about sixty pounds in weight. He knew that over the past few years the price had been reduced but it was still a contentious matter as owners of factories said it was keeping wages high and the cost of their goods high as well. Robin said he had heard folk in Careby complaining about the price of bread. George said this was so and often his father would provide wheat for his poorer tenants as long as they showed themselves to be industrious. Robin said that Lancelot had told him many of his poorer patients suffered because they could not afford to feed themselves or their large families. George agreed, in that his father said too many of the poorer families had more children than they could maintain even if the father was working.

Our discussion was drawn to a halt for we had to prepare ourselves for our essential visits for new clothing. However, we had to visit my Uncle Digby first. He laughed as we entered and there was no formality as he told us to sit as we towered over him in his chair. He was quite forthright about our summons to meet Sir Robert.

"I will say no more than to tell you that Sir Robert wishes to thank you for helping to stop a disgraceful trade. George, I know it must hurt you greatly but what others have done does not reflect on you and you conducted yourself most bravely when confronted with evil." George said nothing at that condemnation of his own cousin. "There are, perhaps, even graver matters. You know there was evidence found of financial malpractices which could affect the governments here and in France but there was more. I cannot divulge very much but it concerns the undermining of at least two emerging countries." He looked at George who was clasping his hands tightly in his lap. "Your uncle was in Berlin not only on account of his health but for meetings which are noted in his papers with certain factions intent on causing unrest in cities and towns for their own ends. Also in his account book were rather interesting letters from particular contacts of the same ilk in places much further south. Places of which I have personal experience." He must have meant Florence and the Papal States. "It was my duty to inform our authorities of what was found and there was immediate interest, as you know from all the visitors yesterday."

George was shaking his head. "My uncle was a traitor?" I felt it was more a statement than a question.

"A traitor to himself," my uncle replied. "There is nothing to redound on you or anyone in your own family. Remember we are also concerned to see this all come to a conclusion for your family is now bound to mine."

Three very solemn boys were then instructed to make the best of the day. As it was barely a quarter after eight o'clock we made our way back up to our bedroom. Neither Robin nor I said anything about the disclosures my Uncle Digby had made. George was not minded to comment either, but he asked about the device churning away in the far corner of my uncle's study. I explained it was to clean the air and help my uncle's breathing. I said it had been devised by my cousin Lancelot. "It is something that should be in every room in this stinking city," was George's forceful assertion. "I noted on Saturday one could barely see across the river with the smoke from all those chimneys. There was an evil stench wherever we drove."

"We know your nose is sensitive," said Robin with a grin. "Early morning visits to the privy, eh?"

"I am used to good clean country smells!" George wagged a finger at him.

"Pigs are the worst," Robin said, "There is comfort in a warm byre with cattle but I cannot abide a sty of pigs."

I had forgotten that George was also a country boy. "Pigs are clean creatures if allowed to roam in their own paddock," he said with authority, "It is when cottagers have little space and keep two or three hogs in a small sty where they seem to revel in their own shit. They are good for a family as they are easily fattened but I would agree I would not wish to live close to them in that condition."

I said on our travels in France that I had seen many separate houses along the roads where the livestock were kept under the rooms in which the families lived. Robin added that the first time he saw this it rather startled him to see cows peering out from their quarters. He said that his father had said it had been common in England in past years but the practice had changed with people living closer together in villages.

It was now time to go on our errands. We had been told we would be supplied with both formal and everyday wear. George was not used to London ways of tailoring as I think he imagined a lengthy stay was necessary. A country tailor might take a fortnight or more before delivering the garments. I knew that the visit here to the tailor would take less time, for each item of clothing was ready prepared in various sizes. It would only need stitching to make it fit after measurements were taken. On our arrival we were ushered in immediately and the three of us were measured at the same time by most efficient young men who called out the numbers to their assistants. We were then shown the suits of tailcoats and formal trousers, short jackets and good cloth trousers, together with the appropriate waistcoats and told they would be completed for us by eleven thirty. This meant we were able to make a leisurely exploration of all the goods displayed in the nearby outfitters. We each had our purse with us so did not have to rely on my uncle's generosity too much as we decided on shirts, stockings, underclouts and cotton vests which would be suitable for summer wear.

George was rather eloquent when he chose three pairs of close-fitting undergarments saying in a loud whisper they would hold him tight when running for the ball or the wicket when playing cricket. Robin saw some shirts for young boys with ruffled collars and fronts so we bought four of these to fit Antonio, Carlo and the two waifs. This meant Timmy had to be supplied, too. Two shirts and stockings would be presents for him. George was insistent that Jabez and Mehmet should not be left out. Jabez said he wanted for nothing, but his protestations were ignored and two fine silk waistcoats for him to wear with his tailcoat were purchased. Mehmet was more difficult to accommodate but Jabez suggested a cravat would be acceptable. Not one, we decided, but three in various styles were chosen. I could not leave Karem out so his gift matched Mehmet's.

I don't know who was the happiest, we three boys and Jabez, or the shopkeeper who had lightened our purses somewhat. He was even happier when George decided he would buy us all a silver cravat pin. This did diminish George's resources a great deal but he was insistent. Mine were diminished, too, as we visited the hatters next door and four shiny toppers were purchased.

Our suits were ready when we returned to the tailor's shop. George was quite astounded at the quality as well as the style. On the way back to Charles Street he did confide he thought himself rather dowdy at his brother's wedding for his tail suit had been handed down from Geoffrey. He said it smelt somewhat of tobacco smoke which his mother had commented on when he had greeted her. He said Geoffrey had a fondness for Indian cheroots which had quite a pungent and lasting odour.

We were ready for our luncheon when we arrived back and alighted in the Mews. Mr Topping met us there and laughed when he saw the packages and parcels brought in by two of the grooms. He said he would be accompanying us on the visit to Sir Robert. Robin was most cheeky and asked, with such an innocent look, whether he would be in his disguise. "I might do that," he replied with a smile, "However, I am not certain if Sir Robert would admit me to his presence." He did look solemn then. "Master Lascelles, you will hear more as I have to report on certain new findings which came to light this morning. These are not relating to your uncle but to at least two of the other directors of the bank." He shook his head. "There will be a good number of unhappy men in the City once any news gets out."

I surmised we were being treated in this way with knowledge of matters not usually discussed with lads of our age because we already knew of chicanery and corruption in high places. What else would we learn?

We were hungry as usual and made short work of the dish of ham which had been cut into small pieces and mixed in a savoury sauce. All this was on a bed of those Italian pastry- like strings which were so tasty. George had never tasted anything like this so he said and held out his platter for Paolo to fill it once more!

All done we went to the bedroom and changed into our smart new clothes. "Good enough for the Prime Minister," George said as he surveyed his handsome figure in the long glass.

There were several of the grooms peering out when we went to the Mews with a very dashing Mr Topping complete with silver-topped walking stick and a most elegant top hat which more than matched ours. He was certainly no ordinary servant! The coach was ready with Mr Churcher himself on the box and garbed in a fine black cape and cockaded tricorn with Jacobson beside him in similar dress.

"To Whitehall Gardens," announced Mr Topping as we set off. "It is not far and you will recognise the way to the end of Pall Mall and Charing Cross as I hear you have been along the Strand from there. This time we turn the other way." We settled to the journey which was steady but slowed somewhat by the other carriages and riders especially in Regent Street. It was when waiting while two hackney carriages battled over which one should take up a passenger who was waving his stick to gain their attention that George said he wished he knew more about the Corn Laws as he was sure Sir Robert would want his father's support if they were to be repealed. Mr Topping looked most serious. "That is a contentious topic. The last harvests have not been good and there is a surge in opinion that the price of wheat is too high. Sir Robert is hard pressed to set the case for repeal before Parliament," He addressed George. "I am aware of your father's interests, Master Lascelles, and I am sure they will not be alluded to directly. I think it will be a matter of listening to what he has to say." He pointed to the leather satchel he had by his side. "I have other documents here which will engage his attention once we have left." He shook his head. "Railways." He said no more.

We were bowling along now and the rest of the journey was completed in silence as we peered out at the buildings as we turned into Whitehall. Sir Robert's residence was easily found and as we alighted from the coach we were greeted by the sight of four liveried footmen who preceded us to the main entrance of the mansion. Here a major-domo took charge of us and we were lead into an anteroom where two men, who had been seated at desks, stood. They were Sir Robert's secretary and his assistant. We were greeted warmly and the footmen took our hats and capes and we were asked if we would take a dish of tea while we waited as Sir Robert had another visitor with him. We gratefully accepted except I thought I must not drink too much or my bladder might disgrace me. Mr Topping spoke with the secretary and handed him a sealed document from the satchel. The secretary pursed his lips as he listened to Mr Topping and raised his eyebrows after unsealing and reading the first page. There was a mutual shaking of heads and I heard the secretary say that Sir Robert should read the document as soon as possible. As we sat and drank so the secretary read more of the document and his face betrayed his incredulity at what was being read. He had barely finished the third page when a bell rang by his desk. He stood and said Sir Robert was ready to receive us. His visitor must have left by another door. There was no more ado as we were led into a most elegantly furnished room where, as we approached the desk at which he sat, we were announced in sonorous tones by the secretary. It was interesting that Mr Topping was introduced as Captain Edward Topping! The Honourable George Lascelles was next and lowly Master Thomas Browning and Master Robin Goodhew followed. We each bowed when our name was given and four chairs were placed for us to sit.

The next half hour passed quickly. The Prime Minister was a pale and intense man with somewhat of a frosty look as we approached his desk. I was not surprised as Mr Topping had warned us on the journey that he was a most serious man. To lighten our spirits he had told us that one of Sir Robert's political enemies, a Whig, had said of him that 'his smile was like the sheen on the plate of a coffin'. Now, looking at us steadily and in measured words, Sir Robert was good enough to praise us for our part in bringing to a conclusion a most offensive trade. The mystery of the death of that poor boy was now solved and a trial would be forthcoming for those who had committed that evil act for both accusations and confessions of guilt had been made for that and other crimes. There was no mention however of either George's uncle or cousin, other than it was feared one of the perpetrators may have fled the country. I assumed this was a polite reference to Black Jack's death. It seemed all was being done to distance the two branches of the Lascelles family from each other.

The mask dropped a little when our disguises were described. I think that despite his straight face Sir Robert was quite amused for a flicker of a smile was evident. This changed and he was visibly moved at the description George gave of Timmy and the boys in the cages. Sir Robert wanted to know if they were now well-cared for. I was able to say my aunt, Lady Digby Wright, had their welfare at heart. As we finished the tale so the secretary said another matter had been raised as well with another document from Sir Digby Wright which would need urgent attention. Sir Robert made some comment that he was beset with problems but no doubt a way through would be found. He thanked us once again and said that we could expect some reward for our efforts and that some provision would be made for the three unfortunate boys. We stood as he did and he came and shook each of us by the hand. "I would hope all young men were as resourceful and brave as you. May I wish you well in whatever you may do in the future." Our interview with the Prime Minister was over.

The secretary had a few more words with Mr Topping before we left his office and our coats and hats were brought to us. George looked more than relieved. His family's name was safe. He could write and tell his father that. There had been no reference to whatever else Philip Lascelles had been involved in. They were now government matters to be dealt with elsewhere. Geoffrey would also need to be informed for so far he knew nothing of what had happened over the past few days.

Our coach was waiting and though the journey was mainly silent for we each mulled over what we had experienced Mr Topping did let drop a crumb of information. "Master George, that document I handed over does not concern your family but we found evidence of other directors of the bank dealing in spurious railway shares. I am afraid there will be much wailing and gnashing of teeth amongst certain speculators in the next few weeks. I suggest you ask Sir Digby to explain."

We were shown straight to my uncle's study on our return to Charles Street. Mr Topping summarised what had been said and we all nodded agreement. George was puzzled about the reward mentioned. Uncle Digby smiled. "I think our government will be pleased certain matters are resolved at no great expense so a little remuneration will flow your way. Do not expect more than a million or so!" He laughed as he said that!

Robin immediately asked, "Uncle, would that be pounds sterling or guineas?" We all smiled at that and George slapped his leg. Mr Topping murmured 'Five pounds out of petty cash I would aver!'.

"I would ask for nothing except for the poor boys," George said in that good-hearted manner of his.

My uncle nodded. "I can assure you they will be well-cared for. Even while you have been out gallivanting Lady Fanny has heard them sing again and they came to visit me as well. I would be persona non grata in my own house if I did not agree with any arrangements from the looks young Carlo and Antonio were giving me."

"If I had a household they would be readily accommodated there," George said.

I could only make a comment. "Torquil and Elizabeth will be in residence at the other house here in Charles Street when in London. I am sure the boys would be happy there."

My uncle just laughed. "You are too late, my boy, that suggestion had already been made. I am also sure my ear will be bent by your dear brother complaining he was not called on to serve with the Charles Street Irregulars."

I had to grin. Torquil was senior to Terence but it had been the younger brother who was in Uncle Digby's service. I could only assume there would be a position there whenever he was needed.

"That is a fine name," said George, "I would be happy to serve in that company as well."

My uncle smiled at him. "We have called ourselves that for some years and there is always a place for any who are called and are willing to serve. You have already been enlisted as have your stablemates Tom and Robin!" He looked at Mr Topping who was nodding his head vigorously.

"Uncle, do you consider Ashbourne to be such an establishment?" Robin asked with his usual cheeky grin.

"I am only remembering my own schooldays in the Reverend Brown's school for young gentlemen where we shared beds in what could only have been the old stables of his father's house. I shared a stall for Bucephalus with two others who, alas, were even more ox- headed than I, though we all had our commissions in the regiments we chose." He shook his head. "Unfortunately, they did not survive two skirmishes under Arthur Wellesley's command. Brave lads, but foolhardy." I knew he was referring to the now Duke of Wellington who had since been Prime Minister.

Uncle Digby then looked towards Mr Topping again. "I assume the document was delivered?"

"Sir, it caused a little consternation when Mr Summerson read the first pages," he said and there was a slight smile on his lips.

"No doubt much more when the rest is digested," my uncle added and there was a smile there, too. He looked at us. "I had better let you know a little more as I am sure the newssheets will be full of speculation in a few days. Speculation is a good word as there is much scurrying amongst those who do not know where to put their money safely. There are petitions from all quarters for Acts to be passed to allow the building of railways in all directions." He smiled at me and Robin. "There is not only that one you already know about but numerous others." He regarded George. "There are plans being put forward to cross England from coast to coast below that Scotch border. I think your father will have representations made to him to either sell off land or to invest in the laying of the rails."

George was not slow in understanding this. "Sir, you have knowledge which my father does not?"

Uncle Digby was clearly enjoying himself. "In my letter to your father, which will be in the mail this evening, I shall set out details of your meeting with Sir Robert and also some notes of warning if certain persons should solicit his interest in other matters."

George shook his head. "Should I also inform him of your concern?"

"That would be advisable. I will also suggest that he travels to London at his earliest convenience to meet me to hear at least some things to his advantage."

"Is that about the house that was mentioned?" George asked.

My uncle nodded. "There is that and several other documents which will be of interest to him. My lawyer has all in his safe keeping. Does your father retain a lawyer in London?"

"That I do not know. His interests are mainly in the estate at Garthorpe and I know his lawyer there is Mr Thomson of Chester as he rides to hounds with my father."

"Good, I will suggest he keeps Mr Thomson informed."

There was something I wished to ask but thought I would keep silent until an opportunity arose. What George asked next would open that way.

"Sir, even though it may be in disrepair may I see the house?"

My uncle was not at all hesitant now. "I think we can arrange that. My intelligence is that a deal of repair will have to be done before it is habitable again. There is a housekeeper installed but no other staff except her son in the lodge. It was he who gave us the crucial information on where to find the boys. Jabez has been observing the place for a good time and though the youth is somewhat slow-witted it would do no harm to retain him and the mother." My uncle reached into a drawer of his desk and withdrew a document tied with a red ribbon. "This is a copy of the document relating to the ownership of the house. I would suggest that Mr Topping accompanies you and this can be shown to Mrs Hardcastle to allow entry and inspection."

My tongue raced away from me. I blurted out,"Uncle, what about that woman and the girls?"

My uncle held up a hand as George turned and stared at me. I had told him about the girls on the boat with the woman but not about the use of the house in St James's Street to harbour others. My uncle spoke carefully. "George, the house has been used for that other trade, that of girls. I can confirm that is no more either for Constables were dispatched to another house we had under observation as well and a woman and her nieces are no longer there and not likely to return."

I wondered if they were true Police Constables or others of Uncle Digby's Irregulars? 'Nieces' was a useful term, but were they also destined for France or elsewhere? I dare not ask more.

George had been thinking about the house. "If the house is made habitable would it not be a suitable London residence for my brother Geoffrey and Rosamund?"

"That is a suggestion I will put in my letter to your father." My uncle smiled again. "Is there anything further to discuss?" We were silent. "I would suggest you explore the breakfast room next and dinner will be at seven this evening!" Both he and Mr Topping laughed.

I did have other questions but they could wait. 'Captain Topping' was one! Another was to see if the strange table was still working. If so, could it be demonstrated to tease George and Robin? There was also much to show George of London. I surmised my sister Hatty and her husband would be at dinner this evening. A sight of the inside of St Paul's Cathedral would be something for George to experience. He also had to be taken to the barracks to see where the Regiment was quartered. He had already seen my brother Terence though in the rush and bustle I did not think they had even been introduced properly. No doubt both my brothers would be at dinner. Would Uncle Billy be there, too? We would have to wait and see. Aunt Fanny had said young Freddy Neville would be accommodated here when he was in London for his instruction by Mr Bennett on the pianoforte. Rosamund was a very good player; would not Freddy be better accommodated in her household? Finally, when would we be returning to Careby?

All these became of no matter as a great assortment of Signor Bartoli's pastries and sweet confections were arrayed ready for us in the breakfast room. Paolo and Antonio were there to serve us. I did ask Antonio if Daniel and Jacob were well. He smiled and said Timmy was reading them a story. "We can keep them," he added confidentially.

George was busy stuffing himself with pastries as well as saying his father would not believe half of what he had to tell him. He only wished Geoffrey was in London, too. "I would not be surprised to see him appear," I said.

We had little to do after finishing that short meal. We repaired to the bedroom and for some half-hour we read or chatted until George yawned and said he would rest his head for a while. We did not josh him for being old and weary for Robin and I knew he had had many experiences to tire and concern him. Robin was intent on his book as George removed his tailcoat and trousers and lay on the bed. It did not take long for him to begin to snore! I whispered to Robin that I would go and talk to Aunt Fanny and take the gifts for the four youngsters and Timmy. All had been neatly parcelled so after picking them out of the basket they were in I left the room as quietly as I could and made my way along to my aunt's boudoir. I needed to know her decision about the boys and to see that Timmy wanted for nothing. As I approached the door I could hear singing. It was faint as the door was shut but even I could sense its beauty. I knew the tune and the words 'Drink to me only with thine eyes and I will pledge with mine'. As I stood there entranced a small figure approached. It was Antonio bearing a pot of tea. He stood by me and listened, too. "Oh, Master Tom, I wish I could sing like that," he said quietly when the end of of the verse came so sweetly: 'But might I of love's nectar sip, I would not change for thine'. He tapped on the door and I opened it for him. My aunt was sitting in her chair surrounded by four boys sitting cross-legged on the floor. She was smiling and the boys looked happy, too. She beckoned me in and I followed Antonio who immediately poured milk then tea for my aunt in the cup beside her on the side table and then for the boys who each were holding a delicate porcelain cup.

"Tom, do come in," she said with a welcoming smile. The boys scrambled to stand. She waved them down. Thin porcelain cups were precious and I was kept at a distance from my mother's collection at Careby. "No, boys, Master Tom will understand." Antonio was still holding the teapot. "Antonio, a cup for Master Tom, please." My cup was prepared and placed on the side table as Antonio could see I was encumbered with packages. Antonio had his own cup and carefully sat beside Timmy who had Daniel next to him. My aunt must have thought I was a gangling beast as she smiled and pointed to a space next to Daniel. I sat as commanded and placed my parcels on the floor beside me.

Daniel looked up at me and smiled. He knew he was safe. His suit of jacket and britches with white stockings must have been borrowed from Antonio. My aunt addressed me.

"Tom, we have just been listening to Daniel sing. Jacob says he would like to sing as well. What will you sing?" She had turned to look at the smaller boy. I noted he was dressed as his brother though his suit, one of Carlo's I assumed, was a trifle big for him.

"Please ma'am, 'tis 'My Lady Greensleeves'", he said most politely. He did not attempt to stand but held his cup carefully as he looked up at my aunt. She nodded and he began in a clear and beautiful voice. 'Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight, Greensleeves was my heart of gold, and who but my Lady Greensleeves'.

He sang through four other verses and I was entranced again. There was no hesitation, he knew the words perfectly, just a splendid treble voice which flowed with great confidence and certainty. There was absolute silence as he finished. I could see my aunt was also captivated with his performance. "That was perfection," she said. "Do you know who wrote that?" she asked with a smile.

"Please, ma'am, Mistress Greaves did say it were by a King," Jacob said a little hesitantly. I knew who he meant. I was surprised when Timmy spoke up.

"Please, ma'am, I did hear it was by the King with all the wives, King Henry," he said then reddened. Probably mentioning 'all the wives'.

My aunt was not disconcerted. "Timmy, you are correct. Who told you that?"

"Oh, ma'am, 'twas Mistress Campion. She said it was the only good thing he did..." He stopped. Had he overstepped some mark? My aunt was laughing.

"Oh, Timmy, many people would say the same and I think I might agree for those times were cruel." I knew from those discussions with Uncle Dodd that they were more than cruel. We had our own Priest's Hole at Careby. It was not only in our own country. The slaughter we had heard about in Paris but in an earlier time. We seemed to be free of such bloodshed through religion at present though we had had wars this century for other reasons. There was still evilness about. I looked at the boys, Jacob, Daniel and Timmy, who, if they had not been rescued, would soon have been dead or mutilated and gone forever. I could see my aunt had taken the boys to her heart.

I had finished my dish of tea and set the cup back on the side table. My aunt looked and smiled at me. "The boys will remain here. We have plans. Is that not so, Antonio?"

He looked so pleased and tried to hold his hands together. I feared for the cup but all was well.

"May I distribute these, please?" I asked and indicated the packages. "There is a thank you for fine singing and for kindnesses shown. These are not just from me but Master George and Master Robin as well." I thought that would be a suitable way to include all of them and us, too.

There was an excited murmur as the wrappings were removed. The four youngsters held up their shirts and Carlo was brushing his fingers along the ruffles on his shirt and laughing delightedly. Timmy looked in amazement at his good fortune. All were most profuse in their thanks and I could see my aunt was charmed with our thoughtfulness in providing the gifts.

My aunt turned to me and smiled. "I will talk to you and Robin and Master George in the morning. The boys must visit the tailor." She tapped Antonio on his arm to attract his attention away from inspecting his shirt. "Please to ring the bell for I must decide what to wear for the dinner tonight."

Antonio stood with me. He pulled the bell-cord by the fireplace while I, as a good servant, picked up the cups from where the boys had laid them while opening their parcels and placed them carefully on the table. My aunt was laughing, I was sure, at my concern for her prized possessions. I bowed my head and thanked her for everything and opened the door where a surprised Paolo was standing, hand raised to knock. He was beckoned in as I left and I heard my aunt instructing him to take the boys to their room and to arrange for their own dinner this evening.

Of course there was to be the dinner for all of us and other guests this evening. I knew that neither Geoffrey Lascelles nor my cousin Rosamund would be present. Terence had said they were in Canterbury with Geoffrey at the barracks there. I wondered who would apprise Geoffrey of the recent events? He would not know of George's involvement nor of the outcome with the death of his cousin. I had already considered that my sister Hatty and her husband James Canning would be in attendance. Terence would make an appearance but what about Torquil and Elizabeth? As the birth had only been a week or so ago I surmised Elizabeth would still be abed. I knew I had to see my new niece Amelia Elizabeth for I would be closely questioned by my mother on my return home. Their house was but four doors along Charles' Street so I must visit and see both. Torquil, no doubt would be in evidence tonight even if she could not. Would Captain and Mrs Bemrose be there? Cedric Branscombe's other sister and husband. Cedric was very praising of the Captain after he, too, had been away for ten days to attend their wedding. I would just have to wait and see who else might be around the table.

I made my way back along the passageway to our bedroom. George was still fast asleep and Robin was reading yet another tome. I said nothing, other than I had given out the packages, so as not to disturb the sleeper. I picked up another book and heard the church clock chime six o'clock. A further hour. I yawned but knew I should not emulate George. Not more than five minutes could have passed when a sharp rap came on the door. George woke with a start and sat up shaking his head. I shouted 'Enter!' and Jabez was there, in full green and gold livery followed by Mehmet similarly arrayed.

Jabez grinned at Robin and me and went over to George who had lain back on the bed and was stretching his legs. "Sir, it is time to rise and dress for dinner. Paolo and Vincente will bring hot water in a moment." Oh, Vincente must be another Bartoli relative! George said nothing but looked up at Jabez and shrugged his shoulders. He stretched his legs again then spoke.

"Will the food be good?" he asked knowing full well the excellence of the repasts he had already consumed.

Jabez stepped closer to the bed. He leaned over and poked George in the side. George flinched at this quite unforgivable behaviour from a servant but put a hand out and grasped Jabez about the leg. "Am I to be treated like a porker to see if I need to be fattened further?"

Mehmet was shaking his head behind Jabez. Here was yet another example of a most unruly servant and his lack of deferential conduct towards someone of even higher station than usual. Jabez was not daunted.

"Sir, good food will make you grow..." Even from where I was sitting I could see him nod down towards the substantial mound in the new tight drawers which George had donned earlier. "...I would say you show good evidence of that already!"

George gave a snort of laughter and the grasp turned to a slap. "Jabez, thank you for those kind words." Poor Mehmet. He looked aghast for once more Jabez had shown no due deference and had been rewarded with a response which almost tokened equal status.

"Sir, I have always found it best to speak the truth as I find it."

Both then relapsed into giggles as Jabez's leg was grasped again.

The clatter outside the door was the signal for the arrival of the hot water. Both Paolo and Vicente were in full Wright livery. I would have said Vicente was a year or so younger than Paolo. He was most assuredly a Bartoli! His handsome face was circled by black curly locks like those of the others. He bowed as he came in and scanned the room and we three boys in particular. As Paolo put down his pitcher he could see I was surveying Vicente and his neat figure. "Vicente is my cousin," he whispered, "He wishes for a position rather than in his father's trattoria in Baker Street and her Ladyship will place him." He smiled. "May I introduce him?"

I smiled at him and nodded. He showed Vicente where to place his pitcher then turned and bowed his head to us. "Sirs, this is my cousin Vicente. I have the honour to present him to you." Vicente also bowed his head and was rather startled as Robin stood and went to him. "Vicente, I am Robin and I am pleased to meet you. I am sure you will be made most welcome here."

George had let go of Jabez as the pair entered the room. He slid off the bed and looked Vicente up and down. The Italian youth did look most elegant in that livery. "You look a fine fellow," he said as Vicente cast a curious eye at a youth clad only in undervest, drawers and stockings. I was certain that mound was somewhat more enhanced now. George had hardened with Jabez's praise! He was not embarrassed, even though this enhancement was quite obvious. He stuck out a hand and took Vicente's arm. This did disconcert the lad. "I would say this household has the most handsomest servants of any I have had either the pleasure or misfortune of encountering. Our Garthorpe has a motley crew...," He shook his head. "...My Uncle Perceval has the ugliest brutes who match the hideous house he lives in. My mother despairs of her brother." He smiled at Vicente. "But here, I am surrounded with likenesses to that handsome statue in Sir Digby's study."

I had not been so aware that George could be most poetic in his utterance nor that he had made more than a cursory glance at Curly. I could but agree with him. I now recognised the heritage of male resplendence from those Roman times when Curly was created to these times where the Bartolis were descendants from those southern climes. I could but hope that young Philip would immortalise them on paper or on canvas. My other hope was that they might be more generously equipped than the statue!

It was my turn. I must not make the lad even more discomfited than he might be with such attention. I got up and went over to him and stood by Robin. He looked from one to the other of us. I could see he was puzzled at the likeness between myself and my nephew. I did not enlighten him but merely said I was Tom. Jabez took over command.

He addressed George. "May I suggest you use that basin and I will take care of your coat and trousers while you do so." He beckoned Vicente. "Please to pour some of your pitcher into there." He indicated one of the ornamented bowls on the morning table. Vicente did as instructed then stood back while Paolo poured the contents of his pitcher into the other two bowls ready for Robin and me. As we laved our faces and hands Jabez showed Vicente how to brush a tailcoat so that the nap of the cloth was downwards and to check that all buttons were shined and secure. He then allowed Vicente to brush the trousers and to make sure that the buttons on the fly were complete. As the garment was only purchased that morning there was no fear of a gaping hole showing an expanse of white underclothing. My father had been known on such an occasion to remark that the stable door was open and the horse had bolted! Paolo and Mehmet passed us our towels to dry ourselves. I grinned at Mehmet. He slowly shook his head. We shared our separate but matching thoughts of Jabez. Then he smiled. All was well! Jabez would, no doubt, be pummelled and pounded but in a loving way.

Jabez helped George to dress himself with Vicente watching. After we had had the new pins attached to our cravats Paolo and Mehmet dressed Robin's and my hair and we exchanged amused glances as this was being done. Three boys with four servants in attendance. No, not servants but three, at least, were friends though because of convention of lower station.

George consulted his fob watch as his usual unruly locks were tamed by Jabez's careful attention. "We have some thirty minutes before we have to appear. You had better depart or we will be blamed for any lateness on your part." He turned to look up at Jabez. "I will take whatever might be served but in not great portions!"

I think he received a dig in his back from the brush Jabez was wielding. Jabez put the brush down and held a finger up. All four bowed slightly and the other three followed him out and as the door closed we three burst into joyous laughter.

"I aver there is no happier household then here," George said. "Nor stranger!" he added in a mutter. He stood and placed his right hand in his pocket. "I must be excused a moment. I have certain adjustments to make." We all burst into laughter again. "Oh, I must use that closet before I go down. I should not have had four cups of tea."

The sound of George pissing set Robin and me to hopping and needing relief, too. This was quickly accomplished even though George seemed to spend an age buttoning himself up before emerging. Thus it was with some twenty-five minutes to spare that we sauntered as three young bucks down the stair to be met by my brother Torquil in full lieutenant colonel's dress uniform and fortuitously alone. "What the Holy fuck have you been up to!" he exclaimed. My dear brother - who was also my dear Robin's father - tried to grab the three of us to hug us but his exuberance got the better of him and he almost fell for his sword by his side got somehow entangled in his excitement. "Shit!" he said vehemently. "Merde!" added his son quietly.

To be continued:

Nota Bene: There is incorrect information on the Internet concerning old weights and measures. Here are corrections!

A) If referring to weight then a 'quarter' is one quarter of a hundredweight [112 pounds] and is therefore 28 pounds.

B) If referring to quantity, as of wheat, maize (i.e. corn in the U.S), oats or barley, then a 'quarter' is eight bushels. A bushel measure is filled with the cereal and, depending on the dryness of the cereal, then the bushel, if, for example, of wheat (i.e. corn in the UK), would weigh about sixty pounds. Thus a quarter, in terms of quantity, would weigh around four hundred and eighty pounds. Millers were always accused of being cheats and becoming rich because of the differing amounts of cereal which could be held by the bushel measure, damp or dry, pressed down or otherwise!

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