Dalrymple said with conscious tolerance, âthough I should never allow myself such latitude.â
âWhat shock, Mother?â
âThey were both drowned.â
âWhat! Who?â
âAlbert and his brother. The servants here reported that they quarrelled bitterly, and the sailors who took them down the river said they actually came to fisticuffs on the boat. They fell overboard and could not be saved.â
âHow dreadful!â
âThe middle brother became the seventh earl, and the present Lord Westmoor is his son. I shall write him a stiff letter, a very stiff letter indeed. I consider his conduct towards me unconscionable.â
âHe does seem to have gone a bit too far,â Daisy conceded.
âHeâs become downright eccentric since the War!â
âBut how did Mrs. Norville end up living here at Brockdene, Mother? Surely Lady Eva hasnât left you in suspense.â
ââMrs.â Norville turned up in England some months later with two children, claiming to be married to Albert. She offered no proof, and the sixth earl didnât believe her for a moment; but to keep her quiet he gave her an allowance and a home here as long as she made no claims. Can you imagine the scandal if the newspapers had got hold of the story?â
âThey would have had a field day,â said Daisy, trying to imagine the feelings of the unhappy girl, arriving in England with two little boys to find her husband dead and his family refusing to acknowledge herâalways supposing Albert had actually been her legal husband. Surely she would have had some sort of proof, though. Perhaps he had just gone through some sort of Hindu ceremony with her.
âI presume the earl left provision for her in his will,â her mother continued, âto save his heirs from any unpleasantness. But what possessed Westmoor to suppose I would consider the woman an acceptable hostess is beyond me! I have a very good mind to leave immediately.â
âWhat an excellent idea, Mother. Iâm sure you could spend a very comfortable Christmas at Claridgeâs â¦â Daisyâs voice trailed off. She swallowed a sigh. âOnly even if we could summon a boat to take you to Plymouth, the weatherâs already foul and there are gale warnings on the wireless. Iâm afraid youâll have to stay.â
6
E veryone helped with the Christmas decorations. Even Lady Dalrymple.
Once she accepted the impossibility of leaving in a huff, she had descended to the Hall. In her best grande dame manner she thoroughly enjoyed supervising the decking of it, as far as Daisy could see. Captain Norville was the moving spirit, nominally in charge, but the dowager sent him and Alec, his able assistant, rushing back and forth with ladders: this paper chain (turned out by the dozen by Derek and Belinda, with Miles sorting the rainbow colours for them) hung not quite symmetrically; that bunch of mistletoe was not perfectly centred over the doorway. The captain accepted her ladyshipâs corrections with unfailing good humour. She seemed to have forgotten, however temporarily, that he was the illegitimate offspring of a Native.
Meekly accepting her ladyshipâs occasional condescending remarks, the native herself sat by the wide hearth. A noble fire burned there today, though its warmth was vitiated by the gale howling down the chimney. Mrs. Norville was turning scraps of wool into little dollies which
Jemima hung on the Christmas tree. Daisy and Felicity tied ribbons and sweets on its branches and draped tinsel. Mr. Tremayne fixed the Christmas tree candles firmly in their little metal holders, while Dora Norville fussed over clipping them on safely.
Her husband had fastened the silver paper star to the top of the tree. Thereafter he hurried about the Hall uttering cries of distress every time a nail holding some ancient weapon was required to do double duty for a paper chain or bunch of