Taken At The Flood Part 2

Mrs Marchmont said piteously: "I suppose I ought to move from here. But where could I go? There isn't a small house anywhere - there just isn't such a thing. Oh, I don't isn't a small house anywhere - there just isn't such a thing. Oh, I don't want to worry you with all this, Lynn. Not just as soon as you've come want to worry you with all this, Lynn. Not just as soon as you've come home. But I don't know what to do. I really don't." home. But I don't know what to do. I really don't."

Lynn looked at her mother. She was over sixty. She had never been a very strong woman. During the war she had taken in evacuees from very strong woman. During the war she had taken in evacuees from London, had cooked and cleaned for them, had worked with the London, had cooked and cleaned for them, had worked with the W.V.S., made jam, helped with school meals. She had worked fourteen W.V.S., made jam, helped with school meals. She had worked fourteen hours a day in contrast to a pleasant easy life before the war. She was hours a day in contrast to a pleasant easy life before the war. She was now, as Lynn saw, very near a breakdown. Tired out and frightened of now, as Lynn saw, very near a breakdown. Tired out and frightened of the future. the future.

A slow quiet anger rose in Lynn. She said slowly: "Couldn't this Rosaleen - help?"

Mrs Marchmont flushed.

"We've no right to anything - anything at all."

Lynn demurred.

"I think you've a moral right. Uncle Gordon always helped."

Mrs Marchmont shook her head. She said: "It wouldn't be very nice, dear, to ask favours - not of someone one doesn't like very much. And anyway that brother of hers would never doesn't like very much. And anyway that brother of hers would never let her give away a penny!" let her give away a penny!"

And she added, heroism giving place to pure female cattiness: "If he really is her brother, that is to say!" really is her brother, that is to say!"

Chapter 2.

Frances Cloade looked thoughtfully across the dinner table at her husband. husband.

Frances was forty-eight. She was one of those lean greyhound women who look well in tweeds. There was a rather arrogant ravaged beauty who look well in tweeds. There was a rather arrogant ravaged beauty about her face which had no make-up except a little carelessly applied about her face which had no make-up except a little carelessly applied lipstick. Jeremy Cloade was a spare grey-haired man of sixty-three, lipstick. Jeremy Cloade was a spare grey-haired man of sixty-three, with a dry expressionless face. It was, this evening, even more with a dry expressionless face. It was, this evening, even more expressionless than usual. expressionless than usual.

His wife registered the fact with a swift flashing glance.

A fifteen year-old girl shuffled round the table, handing the dishes. Her agonised gaze was fixed on Frances. If Frances frowned, she nearly agonised gaze was fixed on Frances. If Frances frowned, she nearly dropped something, a look of approval set her beaming. dropped something, a look of approval set her beaming.

It was noted enviously in Warmsley Vale that if any one had servants it would be Frances Cloade. She did not bribe them with extravagant would be Frances Cloade. She did not bribe them with extravagant wages, and she was exacting as to performance - but her warm wages, and she was exacting as to performance - but her warm approval of endeavour and her infectious energy and drive made of approval of endeavour and her infectious energy and drive made of domestic service something creative and personal. domestic service something creative and personal.

She had been so used to being waited on all her life that she took it for granted without self-consciousness, and she had the same granted without self-consciousness, and she had the same appreciation of a good cook or a good parlour-maid as she would have had for a good pianist. had for a good pianist.

Frances Cloade had been the only daughter of Lord Edward Trenton, who had trained his horses in the neighbourhood of Warmsley Heath. who had trained his horses in the neighbourhood of Warmsley Heath. Lord Edward's final bankruptcy was realised by those in the know to Lord Edward's final bankruptcy was realised by those in the know to be a merciful escape from worse things. There had been rumours of be a merciful escape from worse things. There had been rumours of horses that had signally failed to stay at unexpected moments, other horses that had signally failed to stay at unexpected moments, other rumours of inquiries by the Stewards of the Jockey Club. But Lord rumours of inquiries by the Stewards of the Jockey Club. But Lord Edward had escaped with his reputation only lightly tarnished and had Edward had escaped with his reputation only lightly tarnished and had reached an arrangement with his creditors which permitted him to live reached an arrangement with his creditors which permitted him to live exceedingly comfortably in the South of France. And for these exceedingly comfortably in the South of France. And for these unexpected blessings he had to thank the shrewdness and special unexpected blessings he had to thank the shrewdness and special exertions of his solicitor, Jeremy Cloade. Cloade had done a good deal exertions of his solicitor, Jeremy Cloade. Cloade had done a good deal more than a solicitor usually does for a client, and had even advanced more than a solicitor usually does for a client, and had even advanced guarantees of his own. He had made it clear that he had a deep guarantees of his own. He had made it clear that he had a deep admiration for Frances Trenton, and in due course, when her father's admiration for Frances Trenton, and in due course, when her father's affairs had been satisfactorily wound up, Frances became Mrs Jeremy affairs had been satisfactorily wound up, Frances became Mrs Jeremy Cloade. Cloade.

What she had felt about it no one had ever known. All that could be said was that she had kept her side of the bargain admirably. She had said was that she had kept her side of the bargain admirably. She had been an efficient and loyal wife to Jeremy, a careful mother to his son, been an efficient and loyal wife to Jeremy, a careful mother to his son, had forwarded Jeremy's interests in every way and had never once had forwarded Jeremy's interests in every way and had never once suggested by word or deed that the match was anything but a freewill suggested by word or deed that the match was anything but a freewill impulse on her part. impulse on her part.

In response the Cloade family had an enormous respect and admiration for Frances. admiration for Frances.

They were proud of her, they deferred to her judgment - but they never felt really quite intimate with her. felt really quite intimate with her.

What Jeremy Cloade thought of his marriage n.o.body knew, because n.o.body ever did know what Jeremy Cloade thought or felt. "A dry n.o.body ever did know what Jeremy Cloade thought or felt. "A dry stick" was what people said about Jeremy. His reputation both as a stick" was what people said about Jeremy. His reputation both as a man and a lawyer was very high. Cloade, Brunskill and Cloade never man and a lawyer was very high. Cloade, Brunskill and Cloade never touched any questionable legal business. They were not supposed to touched any questionable legal business. They were not supposed to be brilliant but were considered very sound. The firm prospered and be brilliant but were considered very sound. The firm prospered and the Jeremy Cloades lived in a handsome Georgian house just off the the Jeremy Cloades lived in a handsome Georgian house just off the Market Place with a big old-fashioned walled garden behind it where Market Place with a big old-fashioned walled garden behind it where the pear trees in Spring showed a sea of white blossom. the pear trees in Spring showed a sea of white blossom.

It was a room overlooking the garden at the back of the house that the husband and wife went when they rose from the dinner table. Edna, husband and wife went when they rose from the dinner table. Edna, the fifteen-year-old, brought in coffee, breathing excitedly and the fifteen-year-old, brought in coffee, breathing excitedly and adenoidally. adenoidally.

Frances poured a little coffee into the cup. It was strong and hot. She said to Edna, crisply and approvingly: said to Edna, crisply and approvingly: "Excellent, Edna."

Edna went crimson with pleasure and went out marvelling nevertheless at what some people liked. Coffee, in Edna's opinion, ought to be a pale cream colour, ever so sweet, with lots of milk! ought to be a pale cream colour, ever so sweet, with lots of milk!

In the room overlooking the garden, the Cloades drank their coffee, black and without sugar. They had talked in a desultory way during black and without sugar. They had talked in a desultory way during dinner, of acquaintances met, of Lynn's return, of the prospects of dinner, of acquaintances met, of Lynn's return, of the prospects of farming in the near future, but now, alone together, they were silent. farming in the near future, but now, alone together, they were silent.

Frances leaned back in her chair, watching her husband. He was quite oblivious of her regard. His right hand stroked his upper lip. Although oblivious of her regard. His right hand stroked his upper lip. Although Jeremy Cloade did not know it himself the gesture was a characteristic Jeremy Cloade did not know it himself the gesture was a characteristic one and coincided with inner perturbation. Frances had not observed one and coincided with inner perturbation. Frances had not observed it very often. Once when Antony, their son, had been seriously ill as a it very often. Once when Antony, their son, had been seriously ill as a child, once when waiting for a jury to consider their verdict, at the child, once when waiting for a jury to consider their verdict, at the outbreak of war, waiting to hear the irrevocable words over the outbreak of war, waiting to hear the irrevocable words over the wireless, on the eve of Antony's departure after embarkation leave. wireless, on the eve of Antony's departure after embarkation leave.

Frances thought a little while before she spoke. Their married life had been happy, but never intimate in so far as the spoken word went. She been happy, but never intimate in so far as the spoken word went. She had respected Jeremy's reserves and he hers. Even when the had respected Jeremy's reserves and he hers. Even when the telegram had come announcing Antony's death on active service, they telegram had come announcing Antony's death on active service, they had neither of them broken down. had neither of them broken down.

He had opened it, then he had looked up at her. She had said, "Is it -?"

He had bowed his head, then crossed and put the telegram into her outstretched hand. outstretched hand.

They had stood there quite silently for a while. Then Jeremy had said: "I wish I could help you, my dear."

And she had answered, her voice steady, her tears unshed, conscious only of the terrible emptiness and aching: "It's just as bad for you." only of the terrible emptiness and aching: "It's just as bad for you."

He had patted her shoulder.

"Yes," he said. "Yes..." Then he had moved towards the door, walking a little awry, yet stiffly, suddenly an old man... saying as he did so, a little awry, yet stiffly, suddenly an old man... saying as he did so, "There's nothing to be said - nothing to be said..."

She had been grateful to him, pa.s.sionately grateful, for understanding so well, and had been torn with pity for him, seeing him suddenly turn so well, and had been torn with pity for him, seeing him suddenly turn into an old man. With the loss of her boy, something had hardened in into an old man. With the loss of her boy, something had hardened in her - some ordinary common kindness had dried up. She was more her - some ordinary common kindness had dried up. She was more efficient, more energetic than ever - people became sometimes a little efficient, more energetic than ever - people became sometimes a little afraid of her ruthless common sense... afraid of her ruthless common sense...

Jeremy Cloade's finger moved along his upper lip again - irresolutely, searching. searching.

And crisply, across the room, Frances spoke.

"Is anything the matter, Jeremy?"

He started. His coffee cup almost slipped from his hand. He recovered himself, put it firmly down on the tray. Then he looked across at her. himself, put it firmly down on the tray. Then he looked across at her.

"What do you mean, Frances?"

"I'm asking you if anything is the matter?"

"What should be the matter?"

"It would be foolish to guess. I would rather you told me."

She spoke without emotion in a businesslike way.

He said unconvincingly: "There is nothing the matter -"

She did not answer. She merely waited inquiringly. His denial, it seemed, she put aside as negligible. He looked at her uncertainly. seemed, she put aside as negligible. He looked at her uncertainly.

And just for a moment the imperturbable mask of his grey face slipped, and she caught a glimpse of such turbulent agony that she almost and she caught a glimpse of such turbulent agony that she almost exclaimed aloud. It was only for a moment but she didn't doubt what exclaimed aloud. It was only for a moment but she didn't doubt what she had seen. she had seen.

She said quietly and unemotionally: "I think you had better tell me -"

He sighed - a deep unhappy sigh.

"You will have to know, of course," he said, "sooner or later."

And he added what was to her a very astonishing phrase.

"I'm afraid you've made a bad bargain, Frances."

She went right past an implication she did not understand to attack hard facts. hard facts.

"What is it," she said, "money?"

She did not know why she put money first. There had been no special signs of financial stringency other than were natural to the times. They signs of financial stringency other than were natural to the times. They were short-staffed at the office with more business than they could were short-staffed at the office with more business than they could cope with, but that was the same everywhere and in the last month cope with, but that was the same everywhere and in the last month they had got back some of their people released from the Army. It they had got back some of their people released from the Army. It might just as easily have been illness that he was concealing - his might just as easily have been illness that he was concealing - his colour had been bad lately, and he had been overworked and colour had been bad lately, and he had been overworked and overtired. But nevertheless Frances's instinct went towards money, overtired. But nevertheless Frances's instinct went towards money, and it seemed she was right. and it seemed she was right.

Her husband nodded.

"I see."

She was silent a moment, thinking. She herself did not really care about money at all - but she knew that Jeremy was quite incapable of about money at all - but she knew that Jeremy was quite incapable of realising that. Money meant to him a four-square world - stability - realising that. Money meant to him a four-square world - stability - obligations - a definite place and status in life. obligations - a definite place and status in life.

Money to her was a toy tossed into one's lap to play with. She had been born and bred in an atmosphere of financial instability. There had been born and bred in an atmosphere of financial instability. There had been wonderful times when the horses had done what was expected of wonderful times when the horses had done what was expected of them. There had been difficult times when the tradesmen wouldn't give them. There had been difficult times when the tradesmen wouldn't give credit and Lord Edward had been forced to ignominious straits to credit and Lord Edward had been forced to ignominious straits to avoid the bailiffs on the front-door step. Once they had lived on dry avoid the bailiffs on the front-door step. Once they had lived on dry bread for a week and sent all the servants away. They had had the bread for a week and sent all the servants away. They had had the bailiffs in the house for three weeks once when Frances was a child. bailiffs in the house for three weeks once when Frances was a child. She had found the b.u.m in question very agreeable to play with and full She had found the b.u.m in question very agreeable to play with and full of stories of his own little girl. of stories of his own little girl.

If one had no money one simply scrounged, or went abroad, or lived on one's friends and relations for a bit. Or somebody tided you over with a one's friends and relations for a bit. Or somebody tided you over with a loan... loan...

But looking across at her husband Frances realised that in the Cloade world you didn't do that kind of thing. You didn't beg or borrow or live world you didn't do that kind of thing. You didn't beg or borrow or live on other people. (And conversely you didn't expect them to beg or on other people. (And conversely you didn't expect them to beg or borrow or live off you!) borrow or live off you!) Frances felt terribly sorry for Jeremy and a little guilty about being so unperturbed herself. She took refuge in practicality. unperturbed herself. She took refuge in practicality.

"Shall we have to sell up everything? Is the firm going smash?"

Jeremy Cloade winced, and she realised she had been too matter-of- fact. fact.

"My dear," she said gently, "do tell me. I can't go on guessing."

Cloade said stiffly, "We went through rather a bad crisis two years ago. Young Williams, you remember, absconded. We had some ago. Young Williams, you remember, absconded. We had some difficulty getting straight again. Then there were certain complications difficulty getting straight again. Then there were certain complications arising out of the position in the Far East after Singapore -" arising out of the position in the Far East after Singapore -"

She interrupted him.

"Never mind the whys - they are so unimportant. You were in a jam. And you haven't been able to snap out of it?" And you haven't been able to snap out of it?"

He said, "I relied on Gordon. Gordon would have put things straight."

She gave a quick impatient sigh.

"Of course. I don't want to blame the poor man - after all, it's only human nature to lose your head about a pretty woman. And why on human nature to lose your head about a pretty woman. And why on earth shouldn't he marry again if he wanted to? But it was unfortunate earth shouldn't he marry again if he wanted to? But it was unfortunate his being killed in that air raid before he'd settled anything or made a his being killed in that air raid before he'd settled anything or made a proper will or adjusted his affairs. The truth is that one never believes proper will or adjusted his affairs. The truth is that one never believes for a minute, no matter what danger you're in, that you yourself are for a minute, no matter what danger you're in, that you yourself are going to be killed. The bomb is always going to hit the other person!" going to be killed. The bomb is always going to hit the other person!"

"Apart from his loss, and I was very fond of Gordon - and proud of him too," said Gordon Cloade's elder brother, "his death was a too," said Gordon Cloade's elder brother, "his death was a catastrophe for me. It came at a moment -" catastrophe for me. It came at a moment -"

He stopped.

"Shall we be bankrupt?" Frances asked with intelligent interest.

Jeremy Cloade looked at her almost despairingly. Though she did not realise it, he could have coped much better with tears and alarm. This realise it, he could have coped much better with tears and alarm. This cool detached practical interest defeated him utterly. cool detached practical interest defeated him utterly.

He said harshly, "It's a good deal worse than that..."

He watched her as she sat quite still, thinking over that. He said to himself, "In another minute I shall have to tell her. She'll know what I himself, "In another minute I shall have to tell her. She'll know what I am... She'll have to know. Perhaps she won't believe it at first." am... She'll have to know. Perhaps she won't believe it at first."

Frances Cloade sighed and sat up straight in her big armchair.

"I see," she said. "Embezzlement. Or if that isn't the right word, that kind of thing... Like young Williams." kind of thing... Like young Williams."

"Yes, but this time - you don't understand - I'm responsible. I've used trust funds that were committed to my charge. So far, I've covered my trust funds that were committed to my charge. So far, I've covered my tracks -" tracks -"

"But now it's all going to come out?"

"Unless I can get the necessary money - quickly."

The shame he felt was the worst he had known in his life. How would she take it? she take it?

At the moment she was taking it very calmly. But then, he thought, Frances would never make a scene. Never reproach or upbraid. Frances would never make a scene. Never reproach or upbraid.

Her hand to her cheek, she was frowning.

"It's so stupid," she said, "that I haven't got any money of my own at all... " all... "

He said stiffly, "There is your marriage settlement, but -"

She said absently, "But I suppose that's gone too."

He was silent. Then he said with difficulty, in his dry voice: "I'm sorry, Frances. More sorry than I can say. You made a bad bargain." Frances. More sorry than I can say. You made a bad bargain."

She looked up sharply.

"You said that before. What do you mean by that?"

Jeremy said stiffly: "When you were good enough to marry me, you had the right to expect -well, integrity - and a life free from sordid anxieties."

She was looking at him with complete astonishment.

"Really, Jeremy! What on earth do you think I married you for?"

He smiled slightly.

"You have always been a most loyal and devoted wife, my dear. But I can hardly natter myself that you would have accepted me in - er - can hardly natter myself that you would have accepted me in - er - different circ.u.mstances." different circ.u.mstances."

She stared at him and suddenly burst out laughing.

"You funny old stick! What a wonderful novelettish mind you must have behind that legal facade! Do you really think that I married you as the behind that legal facade! Do you really think that I married you as the price of saving Father from the wolves - or the Stewards of the Jockey price of saving Father from the wolves - or the Stewards of the Jockey Club, et cetera?" Club, et cetera?"

"You were very fond of your father, Frances."