Loving, Living, Party Going

by Henry Green

  'Mithith Tennant thent for me to come over before she got back,' Mr Mathewson began again. This time he appeared to speak to Albert.

  'Mrs Tennant's comin' back?' Raunce cried.

  'Tho I'm led to underthtand.'

  'Then thank God for that,' Raunce said relieved. 'She can clear a whole lot up Mrs Tennant can. But if she don't all I'll say is she can have my notice. Arriving down 'ere to bully the girls, then treatin' me like I was a criminal.'

  'Lithten,' Mike began again as if tired. 'A ring'th been mithed. A very valuable thapphire cluthter. My company'th been called on to dithburthe. I've come down to invethtigate. I've driven a hundred mileth. Now do you underthtand?'

  'O.K.,' Raunce answered. 'And now you can tell me something. What's all this to do with me?'

  'I'm asking you that's all,' the assessor said with sudden venom.

  Again they stood and stared at one another. Then Raunce's Albert spoke.

  'I got it,' he confessed.

  'You what?' Raunce shouted. Edith jumped to her feet. Raunce swallowed three times and began an, 'I tell you,' when Mike Mathewson brought him up sharp, fairly hissing.

  'I've had about enough d'you hear me? Now then my lad we're getting placeth. You got it?'

  Albert was trembling but he stood his ground.

  'Come on then,' Mike continued. 'Nothing to be afraid of. Where've you got what?'

  The boy was silent in a palsy. There was a sort of lull. Edith went over and knelt by him, arms by her sides, as though he was very small and was to tie the scarf over her eyes. Until she turned on the assessor, blushing dark.

  'He got an idea he meant an' who may you be to come scarin' honest folk that earn a living?' She spoke loud. 'You get off h'out, there's the best place for you. We don't want none of your sort here, frightenin' his wits out of the lad. How should we care about her old ring? If I was a man I'd show him off the premises,' she said panting to Raunce.

  'That's an idea,' this man replied. He began to move slowly over to the assessor who started to say, 'What idea did the young chap have?' Only to break off with a 'now then,' as he moved backwards to the open french windows away from Charley.

  'Plantin' words into people's mouths like it was evidence,' Raunce almost chanted as he advanced. 'When a lad says he got an idea makin' out he got the ring.'

  'Well what wath the idea?'

  'It's a disgrace that's all,' Charley said, now very close. 'You go on off see?'

  'All right I'm on my way,' Mr Mathewson announced. Then he had the last word. 'But get this. We're not paying,' he said and went.

  'Wait till 'e's gone,' Raunce warned the others.

  And Mike Mathewson drove off quick.

  As soon as the car had cleared the ha-ha Raunce rounded on Albert. He was shouting in passion, dead white with a wild squint.

  'So you got it,' he yelled, 'you got what? I got it,' he shrieked in falsetto. 'And you can have at that. 'Ere you are then 'and over.' He came at Albert who seemed paralysed. 'Where is it then?' he cried like an epileptic as he shook him 'Where is it?' Albert's head swung back and forth, his yellow shock of hair flopping But the lad kept silent.

  'That's enough Charley,' Edith said. 'He's never had it.'

  'But 'e might 'ave,' Raunce answered desisting. His rages never lasted. ' 'E's capable of anything that lad is. Why there was none spoke to 'im. I don't suppose there was one of us in this room remembered 'is presence. An' then what must 'e go an' do. Why bless my soul if 'e doesn't feel the need to sing out 'e's got the miserable object Holy Moses,' Charley ended, apparently in better humour. 'But that was smart of you love to think that one up. It was you had the idea all right. Now don't start snivellin',' he said to Albert who began to cry in the painful way boys do when they are too old for tears.

  'Charley,' she said, 'what did that mean when 'e said his company wouldn't even pay.'

  Mr Raunce explained. Albert's sobs grew louder but they paid no attention.

  'Then that's awkward Charley. I mean it may come back on Mrs Tennant.'

  'Well she's lost so much, girl, I shouldn't wonder if the Insurance Company would never take her on a second time. Once one refuses her I don't suppose she'll get any to insure her jewellery again. That's the way it goes.'

  'Yes but look here then that's serious that is Charley.'

  'Serious you bet the thing is serious,' he replied. 'But you wait until I get this lad of mine to meself. Just give me two minutes alone with him.'

  'Oh him,' she said indifferent, 'don't trouble your mind over him.'

  'And why wouldn't I when 'e knows? My God what an afternoon.'

  'He never took it,' she told him without so much as a glance at Albert. 'He did what he done for me. He thought that inspector was makin' out I'd had it.'

  'He what?'

  'He was,' she said. Albert sobbed suddenly unrestrained as though somehow he had come unstoppered. 'You don't understand these things, I do,' she said. Then she bent down. Before Raunce's eyes she kissed the lad's cheek. 'There, thanks kid,' she said. But Albert, not looking, made a move to strike her away without however hitting her.

  'Did you see what 'e done then?' Raunce asked low. 'I'll learn 'im.'

  'Let him be dearest,' she advised and the boy ran out. Raunce shut the door Albert had left open.

  'Well I don't know,' he began, taking her by the shoulders. She looked into his face. 'The dirty tyke,' he said. 'But we got to find it.'

  'All right,' she replied, 'an' I'm goin' to start with my Miss Moira. You go off, I'll handle this best alone. And don't you lay hands on that Albert. It's the other I have my suspicions of,' she ended.

  When Raunce was gone she went to the window. She called the child.

  The little girl came running, stood moist in the sun before Edith.

  'Where've you been Miss Moira?' She asked sweet.

  'Why out by the dovecote Edith.'

  'Look at you then,' Edith scolded gently and squatted down. 'Just see the state you're in. You'll be landin' me in such trouble if you don't take good care when your grandma gets back.'

  'Is grandma coming?'

  'She is that,' Edith said smiling as she began to clear up the child's glowing face with her own grubby handkerchief.

  'Is mummy too?'

  'I couldn't say love. Whatever've you been at to get in such a state?'

  'I hope mummy doesn't come.'

  'Hark at you,' Edith said letting it go.

  'I do. 'Cos that Captain Davenport will be over all the time when she does.'

  'Hush dear,' Edith said sharp, 'someone'll hear. And you shouldn't mention such a thing even to your own Edith.'

  'I don't like him.'

  'It's not for us to like or not like. You're too little.'

  'Darling Edith why are you looking so excited?'

  Edith giggled. 'Am I?' she asked, wiping away at stains on Miss Moira's deep blue skirt.

  'You should see yourself.'

  'Well I expect I've had a day and a half. But what've you been up to? That's what I want to be told thanks.'

  'Edith why are you?'

  'Can you keep secrets ducky?' Edith asked in reply.

  'A secret oo how lovely,' Miss Moira exclaimed.

  'I don't suppose you know how.'

  'Oh I promise. Let my lips be sealed,' the child said. May I drop dead she added to herself.

  'Well then. Only don't breathe to nobody mind. Your Edith's had a proposal.'

  'Oh Edith has Albert at last? And are you going to marry him?'

  Edith put the handkerchief away and kissed her.

  'There that's better,' she said.

  'Do tell,' the child pleaded warm.

  'One secret for another,' Edith announced. 'You say what you've been along of.'

  'Will you marry him then?'

  'Look I've told you my secret. Now you come out with yours. Fair's fair,' Edith said.

  'We've been with Albert'

  'That's no secret.'

  'It was.'


  'What's dark about that then?' Edith wanted to know.

  'He's got my grandma's ring. The one she lost.'

  'Has he so? And what's he done with it?' Edith enquired casual.

  'I don't know,' the little girl lied, on account of dropping dead perhaps.

  'Which Albert, yours or mine?' Edith asked soft.

  'Mine,' Miss Moira answered. 'Oh I do love him.'

  'Are you goin' to be married?'

  'Of course.'

  'Isn't that lovely,' Edith said. 'But what's he been up to with that ring meantime?' she went on carefully disinterested.

  'I don't know, honest I don't,' the child lied once more. And Edith let it go. And the day laden with sunshine, with the noise of bees broke in upon their silence. There was a sharp smell of geraniums.

  'Well I must be off now,' Miss Moira said. She ran away stepping high.

  'I don't know,' Charley grumbled good natured again at Albert in the pantry as the lad washed his face, 'I don't rightly know what to make of you an' that's a fact. Speakin' out of turn like you did. There's times I ask myself if you'll ever learn.'

  'I'm sorry Mr Raunce.'

  'That's O K. my lad,' said Charley unexpectedly mild. 'To-day of all days I wouldn't wish to have a disagreement with nobody. But you must use your best endeavours. 'Owever hard it may seem to keep mum for 'eaven's sake keep mum. That's your place and in a manner of speakin' it's mine. You've no knowledge of this ring, nor I have, we none of us know. What's more it's no concern of ours. When Mrs T. made a rumpus soon as she first lost it well then it was up to anyone she spoke to to make a search. She's always puttin' things down where she can't find 'em. But after the first upset let sleepin' dogs lie. D'you get me?'

  'Yes Mr Raunce.'

  'It did your heart credit to speak up when you did, mind. But you'll discover it don't pay to have a heart on most occasions. Anyway not with a man of his stamp. Where did 'e say 'e come from? What's 'is trade card?'

  Albert picked up the man's bit of pasteboard and handed it to Charley.

  'Not with wet fingers,' Mr Raunce began again.' 'Ow many times do I have to tell you, wipe your hands when you pass anything and clean your teeth before you have to do with a woman. Holy Jesus', he sang out without warning, 'holy Moses,' he corrected himself, 'what's this?'

  'What's the matter Mr Raunce?'

  'Why the Insurance Company. I knew it all along. See 'ere. "Irish Regina Assurance." Don't you read that the way I do.'

  'No Mr Raunce.'

  'Why spell me out those letters. Irish Regina Assurance. I.R.A. boy. So 'e was one of their scouts, must a' been.'

  'I.R A.?'

  'Where's my girl?' Raunce asked and dashed out.

  A few days passed. Then one morning while they were at their dinner in the servants' hall that telephone began to ring away in the pantry. Albert came back with a message he had written out in block letters.

  'Returning Monday, Tennant,' Raunce read aloud into a silence. 'Well thank God for it,' he added, 'and about time if you ask me.'

  'I never knew you so keen to start work again,' Agatha remarked malicious.

  'That's all right Miss Burch,' he said.

  'There's more in this than meets the eye,' she suggested.

  'Why I've not said a word,' he began as Edith watched him anxiously and as though disapproving. Then he went on, 'I've not let on about it because I wouldn't have you bothered. We've all of us got our worries with this bombin' over the other side to mention just the one item. So I thought I'll keep it to meself. Your own back's broad enough I said.'

  'Thanks I'm sure,' Miss Burch announced, putting a small slice of potato dainty into her mouth. Then she raised a crooked finger as if to scratch under the wig but thought better perhaps for she picked up the fork again.

  'There's things occur which you'd never believe,' he went on.

  'Now Charley,' Edith said. It was the first time, as Kate's eyes showed, that the girl had called him in public by his christian name. 'You don't want to bring all that up,' she ended weak.

  'Well we're all one family in this place, there's how I see the situation,' he started. Kate began to giggle. But she got no encouragement from Edith. 'We can share,' he continued, still sentimental. 'Now Mrs T. is comin' back she can clear this little matter up. It was something occurred not more than five days ago.'

  'No Charley,' Edith interrupted.

  'Bless me,' Miss Burch said staring at her, 'if it's known to another it should be known to me I hope.'

  'She couldn't help herself,' Raunce put in. 'She was present when 'e called along with my Albert here.'

  'Who called?' Miss Burch enquired.

  'The I.R.A. man,' Raunce announced as though with an ultimatum.

  'Mercy,' Miss Burch exclaimed, 'and are we going to have that old nonsense all over again?'

  'Nonsense it may be to you Miss Burch but you'll excuse me, I know different,' he said.

  'Then I'd best learn more,' she suggested.

  'It was about the ring,' Edith put in.

  'That was 'is pretext right enough,' Raunce said, 'that was how he got past Albert here at the door. It was my bandage,' he explained. 'I couldn't answer the bell dressed as I was. So I sent the lad. If it had been me opened the door to him then with my experience I'd've told within a second, like in the twinklin' of an eye,' he said serious.

  'Mrs Tennant's ring she mislaid?' Agatha enquired.

  'That was no more than the way he chose to put it,' Charley began again when Miss Burch surprisingly broke out as follows.

  'Then they'll needs must dig the drains up,' she cried in what seemed to be great agitation, 'I've said so all along now haven't I?'

  'Come, come,' Raunce said, 'there's no call to take things that far,' he said and frowned. 'She's always mislayin' possessions.'

  Paddy spoke.

  'What's 'e say?' Raunce asked.

  'He says that weren't no I.R.A. man if 'e came to the front door,' translated Kate. 'They only use the back entrance those gentry he reckons.'

  'Hark at 'im,' Raunce announced.

  'Well how d'you know he's mistaken?' Kate wanted to be told.

  'Now then,' Raunce said to her. 'We don't want none o' your backchat my gel thank you.'

  'You leave my girls out of it,' Miss Burch ordered but in a weak voice as though about to faint.

  'I told you,' Edith said to her Charley.

  'I don't know,' Charley said, 'there's times I can't fathom any one of you an' that's a fact. What is all this?'

  'What is all this?' Miss Burch echoed in a shrill voice. 'You ask me that? When you're telling us we've had a I.R.A. man actually call at the Castle?'

  'But I thought you were on about the drains.'

  'Oh you men,' Miss Burch replied faint once more, 'you will never understand even the simplest thing.'

  'It was only an insurance inspector came about the ring,' Edith explained. 'I don't know where Mr Raunce got it he was from the I.R.A. I'm sure,' she said.

  'You mean he said that ring was stolen?' Miss Burch cried, plainly beside herself again.

  'Not on your life,' Charley took her up. 'You ladies will always jump at conclusions.'

  'Well what was he here for then?' Miss Burch enquired.

  'Why to see 'ow much his Insurance Company could do about it,' Raunce replied. But Miss Burch, who seemed really agitated, was not having any.

  'You said just now he was an I.R A. man,' she objected quavering.

  'Well maybe he was both,' Raunce said. 'They've got to live like everyone else when all's said and done.'

  'And we never had the drains up,' Miss Burch wailed. 'Oh dear. Now Mrs Tennant's coming back when it will be too late. Only the other day Mrs Welch was tellin' me they should be dug on account of the children. She's nervous for her Albert.'

  'The drains?' Edith asked.

  'The drains?' Charley echoed. 'You'll pardon me but you don't dig drains again.'

  'Well clean them out then, do whatever you do with
the things,' Miss Burch answered a trifle sharper. 'They're unhealthy as they are now if they aren't worse.'

  'We're livin' under a shadow these days,' Raunce announced, 'that's the way it is with all of us. There's matters you mightn't take account of in normal times get you down now.'

  Kate began to giggle cautious and looked for support to Edith. Edith however appeared grave. So did Albert who was watching her. Then Edith said to Raunce,

  'I don't know, I can't seem to take any account of it,' she said.

  'Oh you're young,' Miss Burch told her.

  'She's gone and hit the nail right on the head Miss Burch has,' Raunce announced agitated in his turn. 'An I R A. man now. An inspector from the Insurance Company. Then the drains an' all on top of all this bombing not to mention the invasion with Jerry set to cross over with drawn swords, it's plenty to get anyone down.'

  At this point Albert spoke. His face was dead white.

  'Well I'm crossing over the other side to enlist,' he said.

  'What?' Edith sighed.

  'Oh?' Raunce shouted. 'Enlist? You at your age? Enlist in what will you oblige me?'

  'I'm goin' to be a air gunner,' the lad said.

  'An air gunner eh?' Raunce chortled but you could tell he was distracted. 'But you aren't of an age boy. Besides that's the most dangerous of all bloody jobs boy. You'll be killed.'

  Edith and Kate had gone pale. Miss Burch's eyes filled with tears. They all stared at Albert except Paddy who went on with his food. Edith said,

  'But what about your mum Bert?'

  'Sis'll look after her and I'll be home while I'm waiting till I'm old enough. I wish to get me out of here, then go an' fight,' he said. Miss Burch burst into tears.

  'Why you poor dear,' Edith murmured going round the table to her.

  'Now look what you done,' Raunce said.

  'I'm sorry Mr Raunce I never intended...' the lad mumbled.

  'You've no thought for others that's the trouble,' Raunce complained his eyes anxious on Agatha, 'speaking up like you did, sayin' this that and the other. But there it's your age.'

  'You let me fetch you a nice cup of tea,' Edith was telling Miss Burch who sat bowed with her face in her hands. 'Oh dear oh dear,' Agatha moaned.

  'Gawd strewth look what you done,' Raunce said once more at which Albert got to his feet, moved over to the door. He stood for a moment before he went out.