“There are those wonderful brandy cakes. Mrs. Brodie is the champion cook in Cornwall. Is that not so, Mrs. Brodie?”
Mrs. Brodie’s answer was the same as the blacksmith’s.
“If you do say so, sir.”
I thought: He knows how to treat these people. And I was sure that, in the feud, he would have them on his side. Gordon Lewyth’s dour manner would not have the same appeal; the old man might have been different at one time, but he would not go around now; and Dermot…I was unsure of Dermot.
“The lady should eat something with her brandy, shouldn’t she, Mrs. Brodie?”
“Certain sure, sir.”
“Then brandy cakes it is.” He smiled at me. “You’ll like them.”
The cakes were brought. They looked delicious. I took a sip of the brandy. It was warming and comforting, and the shaken feeling was fast disappearing. The cosy room, the firelight on the brasses, the excitement of meeting the man who was concerned in the Tregarland feud…it was all amusing and exciting and just what I needed in my present mood.
“I must confess, Miss Denver, that I know who you are,” he was saying. “You are going to marry Dermot Tregarland.”
“You are wrong. That is my sister—my twin sister.”
“Oh, I see. I am not as knowledgeable as I thought. I was wondering where the prospective bridegroom was and why he was not accompanying his fiancée on her ride.”
“My parents are here,” I said, “and naturally I came too. It is just a brief visit.”
“Your twin sister,” he mused.
“The news service was not as good as you thought,” I said.
“I shall complain,” he replied with a grin. “Well, that is interesting. Your parents and you with your sister…inspecting the terrain…and the family.”
“It is not exactly like that.”
“That’s putting it bluntly. Please forgive me. Naturally your parents want to see whom your sister is proposing to marry.”
“I daresay his family would want to inspect us.”
“Very likely. And how was this? Amicable? Did all meet with approval? Forgive me again. You see, I should never have been invited to meet your family because…”
“Because of the feud.”
“That is why I consider myself extremely fortunate to have met you in this most unexpected way.”
“My parents will be full of gratitude to you when they hear what you have done for me.”
“It was a great pleasure. Do have another of these cakes of Mrs. Brodie’s. They really are good, aren’t they?”
I agreed that they were.
“And are you really feeling better now?”
I assured him I was.
“I am so glad of that.” He looked as though he meant it sincerely. I thought: There is something very pleasant about him. What a pity he is not on speaking terms with the Tregarlands. I should have liked to bring my parents to thank him. I suppose that would not be possible in the circumstances.
“This feud,” I said. “How long has it been going on?”
“About a hundred years.”
“Surely now…?”
He lifted his shoulders.
“It passed on through generations. We’re rather like that in these parts. We don’t let go of the past easily.”
“If it were something good, something worth remembering, I could understand it. But in a case like this…”
“Well, we have never had anything to do with each other, so we don’t miss anything. It is just there.”
“How did it start? Nobody seems to be sure at Tregarland’s.”
“Nobody? I daresay old Mr. Tregarland remembers. Whom did you ask?”
“I haven’t really asked anyone. I thought it might not be ethical to do so. Mrs. Lewyth did not seem to know.”
“Well, she isn’t one of the family, is she? Or is she?”
“She is a great friend of them all.”
“And looks after the place. And the son…well, he is Tregarlands…as far as the estate is concerned.”
“He seems to be very involved in that.”
“Far more so than the son of the house.”
“So Mr. Lewyth really runs it.”
“That’s common knowledge. The son does not seem to have much feeling for the place. He gets away when he can.”
“We met him in Germany,” I said.
“He’s always been away a good deal. You can’t run an estate like that by not being there. So, you haven’t had a very long acquaintance with him?”
“No. There was just this meeting. We were visiting friends and he was on holiday. He and my sister…”
“Fell in love at first sight.”
I was amazed at myself for talking to him so frankly; I supposed it was because I was really in a very grateful mood after what had happened, and there was something about him which inspired confidences. I forgot that I had met him only a short time before.
I said: “Tell me about the feud.”
“Oh…now, let me see. It was a love affair, you know. It is amazing how many of life’s problems start that way. One of my ancestors…now what was her name? I have heard it. Arabella? No, Araminta. That was it. She was very beautiful, as behoves the heroine of such a story; and as a matter of fact, there is a portrait of her in the house—and she was. The story goes that a match had been arranged for her with a gentleman whom the family considered to be highly eligible. Araminta did not agree. He was thirty years older than she was and he was very rich. I imagine it was this last which put him into such high favor with the family, for apparently finances were low at the time. The estate was not as it should be, and the gentleman’s money was needed to prop it up. This he was prepared to do in return for the hand of seventeen-year-old Araminta.”
“Poor girl!” I said.
“Poor girl, indeed. But a common enough story. Certainly nowadays there is more freedom of choice. But in those days the will of Papa was the law. However, the son of Tregarland was young and handsome. His name was Dermot.”
“Oh, the same…”
“These names run in families. Tregarland’s is spattered with Dermots. I am by no means the first Jowan in mine.”
“The way the story is going, I guess that Dermot and Araminta fell in love.”
“You are absolutely right. How could it have been otherwise? At that time there was no feud between the families. I gather that the finances at Tregarland were in no more healthy a state than those of Jermyn; in any case poor Araminta’s future had been decided. She was to marry her wealthy admirer, restore the crumbling family mansion, forgo true love, and learn to live happily ever after with the husband of her father’s choice.”
“Which she did not. It is really very sad.”
“Indeed, it is. Dermot Tregarland was not a man to stand aside and let his love be whisked from him. He made plans. He was going to elope. There was treachery somewhere and the news leaked out. It might have been through the servants. They are like detectives in our houses, especially so in those days where there were many more of them. However, it became known to the Jermyns that their daughter was planning to elope with her Tregarland lover who was to creep into the grounds by night when she would slip out to meet him. It was easy to lock her in her room, but they set a trap for him. There was a fearsome contraption which they used to set in the woods to warn off poachers. It was called a man-trap. Well, the outcome was that when Dermot came for his bride he was caught in the trap.”
“Did it kill him?”
“Unfortunately for him, no. It was not meant to kill. His leg was so mangled that he could never use it again.”
“What a terrible story! I am not surprised that the Tregarland family hated yours.”
“It was terrible. But that was not the end. Araminta, broken-hearted, locked in her room, was unable to get out while her lover lay in agony on the trap until in the morning one of the servants found him.”
“Surely they were punished for doing such a cru
el thing!”
“They had a good defense. There was a robbery in the neighborhood. They were protecting their property. Man-traps were not unknown. It was reckoned that those who were caught in them had no right to be in that spot.”
“And what happened to the lovers?”
“Dermot Tregarland was an embittered cripple for the rest of his life.”
“And Araminta…did she marry the rich suitor?”
“The preparations for the wedding went on. Everyone thought the marriage would take place. There were to be great festivities…a grand ball…”
“And what about the Tregarlands? Did they retaliate? They had not wanted the match, but…”
“What could the lovers do? Dermot was lying in his bed knowing that he would never walk without crutches again. He was in no state to stage a romantic rescue. Araminta took matters into her own hands. The night before the wedding, she went down to the sea. She walked into it and never came back.”
“What a terrible story! So she killed herself, and her lover was maimed for the rest of his life.”
“Pretty strong stuff, you see. In a way it makes you understand the feud.”
“But all those years ago! Do you feel this hatred? After all, Araminta was one of your family.”
“Well, the Tregarlands were wronged more than we were. We were, after all, the instigators. It was my great-great (I am not sure how many greats) grandfather who set the trap which gave Dermot Tregarland the scars for the rest of his life. They have more reason to hate us than we have to hate them. Araminta died by her own hand because of the cruelty of her own family. Over the years which followed the tragedy, they provoked us wherever possible. Anger flared up between us. Throughout his life that Dermot could not forget that we had not only robbed him of his love but maimed him for ever.”
“It’s a sad story, but I am glad I know. It was about a hundred years ago, you say. It is rather a long time for something to fester like that. None of the people concerned in it are living now.”
“That Dermot would have been about twenty years old when it happened to him, and he lived until he was sixty—nearly forty years of smoldering resentment. It takes a long time to eradicate. The story was handed down. The family would be taught to hate those wicked Jermyns. They would be told not to go near our land. We were the ogres…it was awkward, our being neighbors.”
“I understand it more now. I am glad you told me.”
“Oh. It is something best forgotten.”
“Yes, I agree. After all, those of you who are living now are not to blame and, when you think of the terrible things that have happened in the past, there must be many similar stories.”
He smiled. “Yes. It should be forgotten. This is a rather depressing story, isn’t it? Are you feeling better now?”
“Much.”
“That’s good.”
“I wonder how Jake is getting on.”
“He will do a good job.”
“It must be rather strange, living in a place like this and never speaking to those whose lands are closest to yours.”
“Oh, the feud again! It can have its awkward moments. When people invite guests, if the Jermyns are included the Tregarlands won’t be and vice versa. We are like strangers to each other. But people come down here more and more nowadays. During the holiday season there are many strange faces around. There is no problem, really.”
“I think it is a shame nevertheless.”
“No doubt.”
“You do not bear any rancor?”
“Why should I? We were the ones who inflicted the damage, though the Tregarlands were as much against the match as we were. The Jermyn fortunes were at the time in decline with those of the Tregarlands. They did not want the marriage any more than we did. So both of the young people would have been forbidden to marry their choice. The course of true love never did run smooth, you know.”
He was anxious to introduce a light note into the conversation and the story of the star-crossed lovers had brought a touch of gloom. I could not help thinking of how that poor girl must have felt when she walked into the sea; and there was the young man who was crippled for life. Hers was perhaps the easier fate.
He asked about my home and we talked of Caddington and my parents, of Dorabella and how she and I had left school only that summer.
A great deal had happened since then.
There was something about him which led me into talking more than I normally would have done to a stranger, and soon I was telling him about what had happened in the schloss.
He looked grave and said he had heard of the youth movement which was growing very strong in Germany. He was not sure of their new leader, though he had heard that he had done a lot of good for the country.
“You will not wish to go there again for a while,” he said. “But when your sister marries, I daresay you will be visiting here.”
“I imagine we shall. We have been together all our lives…as twins are.”
“Of course.”
“So I can be confident that we shall meet again.”
“It seems possible. Which reminds me—they will be wondering what has happened to me. Do you think the horse will be ready now?”
“We’ll see. I imagine it is possible.”
We rose. Mrs. Brodie gave me a pleasant smile and I guessed it would not be long before others knew that the guest from Tregarland’s had been in her inn parlor with Jowan Jermyn.
In the smithy’s the smell of burning hoof filled the air and Starlight was standing patiently while Jake put the finishing touches to her shoe.
“There,” he said. “She’ll do a treat…a real treat. That be better, eh, old girl?”
I was wondering about paying.
Jake guessed my thoughts.
“That be all right, Miss. I’ll put it to Tregarland’s. ’Tain’t the first time I’ve done this for Starlight.”
As we rode away, I told Jowan Jermyn again how grateful I was to him.
“I cannot think what I should have done if you had not come along when you did, Mr. Jermyn.”
“I am known quite often as J.J. It’s the name you see, Jowan Jermyn. Alliteration’s artful aid. Not so artful on this occasion. Perhaps a little clumsy.”
“Not in the least.”
“Oh, you are determined to be tactful. At school, they became impatient with the two Js and dropped one of them. Jay. I am not sure that I like it. Jay! What is it! A bird. The dictionary says it is also a foolish person. A person who acts recklessly. One who crosses the road recklessly and is liable to be run over is a jay walker. You see, I am rather hoping that, apart from that artful bird, I am not very aptly named.”
“What’s in a name? What of Violetta?”
“What of it?”
“It happens to be mine.”
“It’s charming.”
“From the opera, of course. And my sister is Dorabella.”
“The twin. Also charming. I can’t speak for Dorabella, but you do not really bear a resemblance to La Traviata.”
We rode through the field.
“Keep clear of the trees,” he went on. “In case another should fall. I’ll have them inspected as soon as possible. There may well be others. I expect to be getting a list of damages on the farms, etc.”
We had passed through the fields and come to one of the winding lanes. When we reached the end of it we came to a wider thoroughfare.
He pulled up. “This marks the boundary between Tregarland and Jermyn land. We don’t trespass. Do you know where you are now?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“Go straight along…you’ll soon see the sea. So I will say goodbye, or perhaps au revoir, because, if you come down to see your sister, we shall meet again. In secret, perhaps, because your sister will be a Tregarland. Would you agree to such subterfuge?”
“I think I might.”
He bowed his head and lifted his hat. “Then, Miss Violetta, au revoir.”
I started to th
ank him again but he cut me short.
“It has been a great pleasure for me,” he said.
“For me, too,” I told him.
He turned his horse with an air of reluctance, and, smiling, I did the same, and rode back to Tregarland’s.
There was consternation when I arrived. Where had I been? My mother was anxious. She had expected me back before this.
I told her briefly what had happened.
“Lost her shoe! Good Heavens, you might have had a bad fall!”
“She’s a wonderful horse. Mr. Jermyn said so.”
“Mr. Jermyn?”
Then it was necessary to tell her everything. Matilda Lewyth arrived and heard what had happened.
“He was very good,” I explained. “In fact he was particularly kind and helpful.”
“Did he know you came from Tregarland’s?”
“Oh, yes. I told him I was staying here. He knew something about Dorabella. He says there is a good news service and the blacksmith’s is one of the headquarters of it. After falling off…but not badly, because Starlight was stationary…it was rather fun and quite amusing.”
“Well, I am glad it turned out like that,” said my mother. “It might have been so different.”
Dorabella returned from Plymouth with a beautiful diamond ring which delighted her. She showed it round with great pleasure and that night, as she was officially engaged, champagne was brought up from the cellars and my afternoon’s adventure slipped into insignificance.
Dorabella did come to my room afterwards. She was extremely happy and kept glancing with delight at her engagement ring. She was only vaguely interested in my adventure.
“This Jermyn man sounds interesting,” she said.
“Oh, he was. I was fortunate that he came along when he did.” I told her about the origin of the feud and that did hold her attention for a little while.
“Walked into the sea!” she said. “It’s rather romantic in a way…”
“Romantic! It’s tragic.”
“But not as bad as what happened to the man. Fancy living for the rest of his life like that. And his name was Dermot.”
“It’s a family name evidently.”
“It is all very exciting, anyway. I am glad you had a little adventure, too.”
“This will be a visit we shall always remember,” I said, thinking of sitting in Smithy’s, drinking brandy.
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