Midsummer's Eve (53 page)

She told us then that her name was Grace Gilmore, and that she hoped one day to repay us for all the kindness we had shown her.

That was how Grace Gilmore came to Cador.

There was a certain resentment below stairs where what was called “Interference from the Top” was not approved of; but my mother told them that Miss Gilmore was a genteel young lady who had fallen on hard times and she wanted them all to be as helpful towards her as possible.

Watson and Mrs. Penlock both agreed that they would do all they could to help “the young body” settle in and they implied that although it was Watson’s prerogative to engage staff, they did see that sewing was something outside his domain; so perhaps on this occasion it was not such a breach of household protocol as it had at first seemed.

Later that day, Grace Gilmore arrived with her personal belongings and was settled into the rooms at the top of the house.

She was very eager to begin work and we soon discovered that she was an excellent seamstress.

“We’ve been lucky,” said my mother. “And she is a lady, which is a help too. We must be very kind to her, poor girl. She has had such a bad time and she is really quite young. I have no doubt that she could help Miss Prentiss in some ways.”

I was pleased that we had been able to help her. Grace Gilmore interested me. There was something mysterious about her.

Benedict arrived at Cador. He was even more handsome than I remembered.

“Why,” he cried, “you’ve grown. You’re almost a young lady now.”

He laughed. I noticed that he had beautiful white teeth and his eyes were bluer than I remembered.

“I’m settling in now,” he said. “I’ll soon be as English as you.”

My parents greeted him with pleasure and in a few days he seemed to become part of Cador. He spent a good deal of time with my father. Jack was very taken with him and he was soon popular with the servants.

Whenever I could be with him I would. He seemed to enjoy my company. But of course he had come with a purpose and he was kept busy. He was full of enthusiasm for the estate; and when he was not with my father he seemed to be with John Polstark, our manager. He was very popular with all. I knew that in the kitchen they discussed him constantly, especially the younger and more frivolous maids.

“He’s what you might call one of them charmers,” was Mrs. Penlock’s verdict. “You girls want to watch out with them sort. They can be all nice words and smiles till they get what they want from you girls … and then it’s ‘Goodbye, I’m off now to the next.’ But she herself was not immune. She would simper a little when he was near. He was full of good will and if he did cast a sparkling eye on the younger and prettier of the girls, he did not forget the older ones either. He would give the same sort of attention to Mrs. Penlock herself—who admitted to being in her sixties, but I was sure she had forgotten to add a few years for she had been at Cador when my mother was a girl and had not been exactly young then. He made everyone feel that there was something special about them which he found lovable. I supposed that was called charm.

I tried to discover what it was about him which had that effect on people. It was more than just his attitude towards them; he was the sort of man who wanted power and I came to the conclusion that that was the very essence of masculine attraction.

My mother talked to me about him.

“He seems to have a way of making himself known,” she said. “He has only been here a short time and he is making an impression.”

“There is something different about him,” I answered. “He’s unlike anyone else I know.”

My mother smiled. “He’s getting along with John Polstark and your father. They seem to think he will make a good estate manager.”

“What do you think Uncle Peter intends to do? Buy him an estate somewhere?”

“Probably … but for himself I should imagine. He’ll keep a firm hand on it and perhaps let Benedict manage it.”

“I shouldn’t think Ben would want that.”

“No. He’s like his grandfather, I daresay. He would want to have complete charge. It will be interesting to see what happens. They’re a strong-willed pair. By the way, Miss Gilmore is settling in well, I think. Don’t you?”

“She’s so grateful, it’s almost embarrassing.”

“Poor girl! I don’t know what she would have done if we hadn’t taken her in. She seemed pretty desperate. She has asked me for a day off.”

“A day off! So soon!”

“She’s got an old aunt who lives somewhere near Bodmin. She wants to go and see her and tell her that she’s settled and where she is and all that, I suppose.”

“I thought she hadn’t got any relations.”

“I don’t think she said that. Well, this is her father’s sister … and I daresay she is very old … as the father was. In any case I have said she may go.”

“Near Bodmin, you say?”

“She mentioned Lanivet.”

“That’s some little way.”

“She said she would be away one night and she was so grateful when I said that would be all right. I think she is going to be very useful. She’s made a very good job of that alpaca. You know I was very fond of that costume. I didn’t want to discard it, but the bottoms of the sleeves were so marked. She’s done something so that it doesn’t show. And she’s tightened up the skirt which was too loose. It almost looks like new. Dear old Semple was getting a little past it though she would never admit it. I don’t think she could see very well towards the end.”

“I think you are rather pleased with Miss Gilmore, Mama.”

“It is nice to be able to do a good turn to someone and find you’ve done yourself one too.”

“Is she getting on all right with the servants now?”

“I think they consider her something of an outsider.”

“Well, anyone who comes from the other side of the river is that.”

My mother laughed. “She is quiet and causes no fuss. I don’t know what goes on in the kitchen. It’s like the case of Miss Prentiss. They are so strict about levels of society that they are a little complicated to follow. She seems to have become quite friendly with Miss Prentiss.”

“Perhaps they both feel they can be friendly without upsetting the rules of protocol.”

“That must be so. However, she is going off in the morning.”

I often wondered about Grace Gilmore. There was an air of mystery about her which intrigued me. I did not mention it to anyone. They would say—or even if they didn’t say it they would think it—that I was daydreaming again. I imagined her life with the poor old rector—so feeble and demanding. I was sure she had waited on him, caring for him, living for him and letting her own life slip away.

My mother would say: “You are building up what isn’t there, Angel. That imagination of yours. … It’s all very fine but don’t let it run away with you.”

I saw Grace Gilmore going to the station to get the train. There was something purposeful about her. I smiled and wished her a good journey.

I began to wonder whether she would come back. There was a certain unreality about her. It occurred to me that she might suddenly disappear and we would never hear of her again. I was so obsessed by this thought that when I returned to the house I went to her room. Everything was neat and tidy. I looked in the wardrobe. Her clothes were hanging there. Her nightdress lay neatly folded under her pillow. Yes, I was inquisitive enough to look there.

It was the room of someone who intended to return.

In the afternoon I went riding with Ben and all thought of Grace Gilmore departed during such a pleasant time.

He talked about running an estate of his own.

“Like Cador?” I asked.

“Just like Cador only bigger.”

I laughed. “Everything about you has to be bigger than everyone else’s.”

“I admit it.”

“Do you realize that this estate has been built up over hundreds of years?”

“I do.”

“And you are going to come and start and immediately have something bigger?”

“It is what I should like.”

“We don’t all get what we like.”

“I intend to.”

“ ‘Pride goeth before a fall.’ ”

“Oh, moral, are we?”

“It’s supposed to be true.”

“I shall be prouder than ever and not fail … just to prove it’s wrong.”

“I should be rather disappointed if it were, when I think of the number of times I have had to write it out for Miss Prentiss.”

“It is a great game to prove the moralists wrong. And for every one of these adages there is a contradiction.”

“ ‘Too many cooks spoil the broth’ and ‘Many hands make light work’?”

“Exactly. So I shall make my own laws. They will be the laws of Reason.”

“Oh, Ben, it is nice to have you here.”

“Shall I tell you what is the nicest thing about being here?”

“Yes, do.”

“Angel is here.”

“You always say such wonderful things. Do you mean them?”

“Not always. But on this occasion, yes.”

“If you don’t mean them, why do you say them?”

He paused for a moment and laughed at me. “Well, it makes people feel good. They like you for it, and it is wise to have people liking you. Never make enemies if you can help it … even in the smallest way. You never know when the most trivial thing can be turned against you. It is what you call keeping the wheels well oiled.”

“Even though it is false?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s harmless. It makes people feel happy. What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing, I suppose, only I like things to be true.”

“You are asking too much.”

We had come to open country and I started to gallop. He was beside me.

“We’re almost on the moor,” I shouted.

I pulled up. There it was—miles of moorland with its boulders and little rippling streams and here and there the flowering gorse.

“There’s something strange about it,” I said. “Do you feel it? I mean strange in a certain way. Uncanny.”

“Out of this world.”

“Yes.”

“You might have strayed onto another planet.”

“That’s it. Strange things happen here. When I am here I can believe the stories one hears of the piskies and the knackers and the rest.”

We walked our horses for a while.

He said: “We could tie our horses to that bush and sit here for a while. I’d like to, would you?”

“Yes,” I said.

So we tethered the horses and sat with our backs against a boulder inhaling the fresh air. There was a faint wind which whistled through the grass making a soft moaning noise which was like a human voice.

I was glad he was aware of the spirit of the moors.

“The mine is not far from here.”

“Oh yes. It belongs to the Pencarrons, I believe.”

“Yes. We’ll ride over there one day. They’d like to meet you.”

“Profitable concern, the mine, I take it.”

“Yes, I think so. It’s a great boon to the Poldoreys. Quite a number of the men work there. The population seems to be made up of fishermen and miners … apart from the farmers and people who work on the land. They are safe.”

“Safe?” he asked.

“They are not in danger. Fishermen and miners always look out for disasters. With the miners it’s black dogs and white hares which appear now and then to announce some disaster … and disaster in the mine or at sea can be terrible. Then there are those knackers who have to be placated all the time. The miners have to leave them bits of their lunch when, poor things, they are hungry and could do with it all themselves. Then the fishermen … they never know when some mermaid is going to appear to give some dreadful warning or they are going to meet a ghost ship. Apart from all that there is the weather. So you see those who work on the land have rather a peaceful time.”

“Why do they not all want to work on the land?”

“If they get a good catch they earn a lot of money. And the miners? Well, I suppose they earn more than the farm laborers, because their jobs are so dangerous.”

“Logical reasoning,” he said. “Yes, up here one could believe in some of those stories.”

“These stones for instance could come suddenly to life. Look at that one. It is rather like a woman’s shape. It’s the one they call the Stone Novice. She was turned out of her convent because she disobeyed the laws of the Church.”

“I wonder what law?”

“She had a lover. They say that at certain times if you come up here alone, you can hear her weeping.”

“I expect it is only the wind.”

“It could easily be mistaken for weeping.”

“Tell me more.”

“There is the story about the mine.”

“Pencarron’s.”

“No. No. There are lots of mines in Cornwall. This was somewhere else. It is supposed to have happened years ago. It’s an old Scat Bal now.”

“I thought Pencarron was that.”

“Oh no. That is not a Scat Bal. It’s used just as a term of affection. I do hope the knackers understand that. They might be annoyed if they didn’t. This one I am telling you about is a very different matter.”

“I’m longing to hear more.”

“It was a tin mine. There was a terrible accident there. Several men were killed. After the accident a lot of people remembered seeing black dogs and white hares hanging around. It was a complete disaster. They said that was the end of Cradley Mine. Those who escaped lost their jobs; there was a great deal of hardship in the neighborhood. People used to say the mine was haunted. They heard strange knockings there at night. There were two men … brothers … miners who had lost their work and lived in great poverty. One night they decided to go into the old mine and see what the knocking meant. This was dangerous for the mine had collapsed once and could do so again. However, one dark night they went in. They crawled along in the direction from which came the knocking, expecting at any moment that the earth would collapse on top of them. They saw a light. They went towards it and there were twenty little men all digging away with tiny shovels. They had tiny pails and these were full of gold. They were knackers.”

“And gold … in a tin mine?”

“That’s the story. The two were terrified, and then they lost their fear for the knackers were so small … just the size of a sixpenny doll, they said. The knackers were not angry with the men, because they had been brave to come there in the dead of night. The men just marveled at the sight of the gold they could see in the earth. They said that if they brought proper implements in one night they could mine twenty times as much gold as the knackers were doing in that time. They came to an arrangement with the little men. They would mine the gold and sell it and for every ounce they sold ten per cent should go back to the knackers. This was agreed and every night those two men went to work. In a short time they were very rich. They bought a beautiful house and they lived like gentry and everyone was in awe of them because of their sudden fortune which they said had been left to them by a relation from overseas.”