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She spent long hours on her knees. ‘Oh God, show me how I can expiate my great sin. I will do anything, thou knowest...save one thing. I will never abandon him until he abandons me. And if he does abandon me I shall go forth into the world uncomplaining. I have loved deeply; I have been loved and my love has been fruitful. If my children are cared for, if he, my love, is happy, I would willingly sacrifice my hopes of earthly joy.’
Was it true? Vehemently she assured herself that it was; but equally vehemently she trusted she would never be called upon to prove it. Yet, she could not rid herself of her early training. She did not believe she could go on living comfortably as she had for the last five years. Reckoning would come.
‘The sins ye do by two and two, ye pay for one by one.’ She could hear Uncle Wheeler’s voice droning on in the room behind the shop where they had eaten and prayed. She could feel the roughness of the rush mat on her knees; she could see the faces of the family, palms together, eyes closed, as the candlelight flickered across their faces.
‘Vengeance is mine,’ saith the Lord. Uncle Wheeler had always pronounced such utterances with particular relish.
Love, forgiveness, were words scarcely heard in the Wheeler household. She remembered that now.
Why was she morbid today? Because she was with child again? Because George’s visits were less frequent than they used to be? She must be reasonable. He was a Prince...a Prince of Wales and had now come of age. At any time he might be King. Naturally he was kept busy. There was so much to learn, he had told her.
She remembered that once he had mentioned these matters with regret; now he did so with excitement. George was changing. Was that what frightened her? George was no longer a shy boy; he was fast learning to become a ruler; and he had recognized it as his destiny. He no longer wished that he were not the heir to the throne. He was waiting...almost impatiently for the crown.
In one clear flash of understanding she saw the position clearly: George had changed and she had not.
A light scratching on the door. ‘Come in.’
‘A visitor, M’am. Your lady friend.’
It showed how few visitors she had when Jane could be so introduced. My lady friend, thought Ha
Jane was growing plump. She was a mother now and undoubtedly the head of her household. Ha
She enjoyed Jane’s visits—the one link with the old days. When Jane sat sprawled in a chair, her fingers reaching for the dish of sweetmeats which Ha
‘I’ve brought you news...such news,’ a
‘I pray thee tell me.’ She slipped naturally into the old way of speech with Jane.
‘It’s Isaac Axford.’
Ha
‘What...of him?’
‘Don’t look so scared. It’s good news really. It means he’s given up the search.’
‘Jane, I pray thee tell me. Do not keep me in suspense. I believe you enjoy that.’
Jane smiled. ‘He’s married again.’
‘Isaac...married! But how can that be? He is married to me.’
‘It’s five...nearly six years since that marriage, Ha
‘Art thou sure of this?’
‘You don’t think I’d come here with a tale like this if I wasn’t. I’ve even talked to her...the wife I mean. I went into the shop when Isaac wasn’t there and had quite a talk with her...she’s pleased with herself. Bartlett her name was...before she changed it to Axford. Then I talked around. You know how easy it is. But you don’t, of course, but believe me it is for me. One goody to another. All master’s wives together. Oh yes, I heard Isaac Axford’s done well for himself. He’s married an heiress...Miss Bartlett she were, and she’s bringing him in all of one hundred and fifty pounds a year. Very well-to-do she is and not proud with it.’
‘But he is not truly married...’
‘Oh come, now, you can’t expect a man to go without a wife for five or six years just because the first one deserted him at the altar.’
‘But even so...we were married. Does this lady know?’
‘That I did not discover. And if she did...I’ll dare swear Isaac had a good story. Marriage with the disappearing lady? Well, was it a true marriage? It was in Dr. Keith’s Marriage Mill which is illegal in any case; and then the bride never was his wife in a ma
‘It is not that I blame him. I am solely to blame. He was ill-used. I wish him every happiness.’
‘He’s been searching for you...or pretending to...for a long time.’
‘Pretending to...!’
‘Oh, don’t ask me! There’s a lot of queer business been going on in this affair. I reckon Mr. Isaac Axford was a bit smug. Perhaps there was some as made it worth his while not to search too diligently. Isaac’s a man to look to the main chance. You see, now he’s found himself a very comfortable wife. One hundred and fifty pounds a year...very nice. I doubt not he’s been well paid for all his trouble.’
‘And...my mother...’
‘Oh, I never see her,’ said Jane uncomfortably. ‘I never get my nose in that door, you can be sure.’
‘I think of her often. I hope she is not too sad.’
‘She’ll have got over it all by now, Ha
‘Of knowing what?’
‘That her daughter is in royal hands.’
‘Oh, Jane, Jane, I sometimes wonder what will become of us all.’
‘You’ll be all right. Nothing for you to fret about. Whatever happened, you’d be all right.’
‘Whatever happened...’
‘Well, he’s the Prince, isn’t he? They’re saying in the streets that he’s going to be King soon. When it’s his birthday there’s quite a to-do. Bells ringing and all. And when I hear them I think: "That’s Ha
‘There is really nothing to be proud of."
‘You’re getting soft in the head, Ha
‘I am dishonoured.’
‘Nonsense. Not when it’s a Prince. That makes all the difference. Now if it was a grocer...or a linen-draper or a glass-cutter...well that would be different, but this is a Prince, Ha
‘There is no difference in the sight of God. Jane.’
‘Oh, I was never religious like you, but I reckon kings are special...to everyone.’
Ha
‘Well, whatever that means it makes you laugh, so it can’t be such a bad thing. No, Ha
‘For our temptation perhaps.’
‘Temptations my aunt Jane...only. I ain’t got one. No, I reckon it’s better for my children to have warm clothes out the winds and good food inside ‘em and a fire to sit by, and to laugh and play together...I reckon it’s better for them to be happy like that than cold and miserable and always on their knees asking God not to let them have too good a time because it’s sinful. If being well fed and happy is sin...then I’m for sin.’
‘Thou art wilfully misconstruing my words, Jane.’
‘Oh well, let’s talk of something interesting. You aren’t so again?’ Ha