Daddy.â
âOh, do you?â he snorted, biting the tip off his cigar and propelling the fragment toward a shiny brass cuspidor. âWell, my girl, itâs normal for a man to want kidsâhis own kids or grandkids. Natural fact that, ask anybody.â
âI wish Iâd been born a boy.â She sighed. âIt would have made everything so much simpler.â
He came up behind her and rubbed the side of his hand against her neck. âYes, Foxe and son right from the start. Only thing, see. He would âave looked like me instead of his mother. I would âave âad a short, ugly, redheaded nipper instead of a bloominâ ravinâ beauty of a girl.â
She turned with a smile and put her arms around him, hugging him, inhaling his scent of fine woolens and good tobacco.
âYouâre a dear. Iâll give you scads of little nippers one day, Daddy. I promise.â
âIâve never doubted it, but I wish youâd hurry up and get started.â
âI have plans,â she said quietly. âReally quite wonderful plans.â
Hanna gave some thought to her nephew as a maid brushed and combed her hair for her.
âWould her ladyship like it swept up this morning?â the maid asked. âWith a few curls on the sides?â
âI think so, Rose . . . yes, the way you did it the other day.â
âVery well, your ladyship. Iâll just heat up the iron.â
The cablegram, sent from New York, was in the center of her desk: W ILL ARRIVE C UNARD SS L ACONIA DOCKING S OUTHAMPTON F RIDAY J UNE 12 STOP E AGERLY AWAITING SEEING YOU AGAIN REGARDS TO ALL M ARTIN R ILKE.
Just thinking of the wire made her smile. It was so American. So filled with uninhibited eagerness and friendliness, a pat on the back and the big helloâthe Chicago manner. Give my regards to all. Only a midwesterner would cherish such presumptions toward people he had never met, nor even corresponded with, simply because they were family. She could understand his attitude, because although she had left Chicago at the age of nineteen, to return there only once for the briefest stay, she had never lost her awareness of American attitudes. It would have seemed perfectly natural and right for him to send such a wireââgive my regards to allââto Uncle Tony, cousins Charles, Alexandra, and William. Indeed, it would have seemed wrong, in his mind, not to do so. The unfortunate fact was that her husband and her children would have been bewildered had she passed on such sentiments to them. She had merely said, after receiving the wire, âMy nephew will be arriving on the twelfth. He is looking forward to meeting all of you.â That, of course, was understandable. They were, in a mild fashion, looking forward to meeting him. (William, not having been home and knowing nothing about it, was excluded.) She had told them two months before that Martin would be coming to England, to stay for a week or two before traveling on to France, Germany, Austria, and Italy, so that the announcement of a specific time and place of arrival had come as no surprise.
âIs he, now?â her husband had said. âSo soon. Well, we shall have to send Ross down to the docks to pick him up . . . and one of the footmen to help with the luggage.â
âI think it would be nicer if Charles went also.â
âYes, quite so, my dear, by all means.â
Charles had shown a certain reluctance: âItâs not as though I knew the chap, Mother. . . .â But her will had prevailed.
âI just hope to heaven heâs not like that other Rilke who descended on us last year.â
âNo, dear,â she had said, âIâm sure that he isnât. Heâs my brother Williamâs son. You remember my telling you about him.â
Charles had nodded in the affirmative, but she doubted whether he remembered very much of what she had told him in bits