LITMIR.BIZ

      She had been sitting on the bed for half an hour when there was a soft tap on the door. It was Hester. Arlette noticed how downcast she looked and very tired.

      ‘What is it, Hester? Is something amiss?’

      She shook her head. Crossing to the window, she stood looking out, her back to Arlette, a noticeable dejection about her stance, which was unusual since she was always busily employed with no time for idle chatter. ‘I’m sorry, Arlette. I spoke harshly. I didn’t mean to—only—I don’t know what comes over me at times. I apologise if you find me unsympathetic. I realise how what I told you must have upset you—naturally so—but what I told you was the truth.’ She left the window and came to sit beside her on the bed, taking hold of her hand.

      The gesture and soft words touched Arlette. Hester was never outwardly demonstrative with her or anyone else, but for all her harsh temper, she had a soft heart and Arlette had an enormous love and affection for her.

      ‘I’m glad you told me, Hester. I only wish I had been told about my mother earlier. I do not blame you—there was little communication between us when you married Richard and came to live in London. But I cannot believe Father kept it from me—and Blanche. How could they do that? All these years I have believed my mother to be dead—when all the time she is alive.’

      ‘He was deeply hurt by her deception, Arlette. It was a difficult time for Father. He could not forgive your mother for what she did. Her betrayal hurt him deeply. When she left Mayfield Hall, he forbade her name to be mentioned. She really was dead to him. I spoke the truth when I said that I have no idea where she went—or if she is still alive, even. As far as I am aware there was no further communication when she left Mayfield.’

      ‘I wish I could find her, Hester. I wish I knew where to look. Do you know the man who...?’

      Hester shook her head. ‘No. The only thing I know is that he was a widower. Some believed it to be Lord Stanhope, from Warwick. She talked about him a lot when she returned from visiting her cousin who lived there. You went with her. It was at a time when Father was in London on the King’s business, which happened often in those days before the wars. Lord Stanhope was a frequent visitor to her sister’s house apparently. But it was not known for certain how close they had become. I do recall when she returned from her visit how quiet she was. She appeared to be unhappy about something.’

      Arlette had no recollection of that time. She had been far too young to remember. But she stored Lord Stanhope’s name in her mind. At least it was one line she could follow when she had the time.

      ‘I would like to see you happier, Hester,’ she said softly. ‘There is a great deal of bitterness in you of late.’

      ‘Circumstances change us all.’

      ‘But there is so much that is good in life.’

      ‘I see little of it.’

      ‘It is a dark period we have gone through. But it is past. It is for us to build a new life.’

      ‘There are two things that could make me happy—one is to see you settled in marriage and the other would be if I were to have a child. Why have other women been so blessed and not me? It’s a question I ask myself all the time.’

      She sat beside Arlette with the pallor of her face like marble, a contrast to those startling blue eyes which were so like their father’s. Arlette immediately felt very angry with herself, angry at being so blind to Hester’s suffering. The child she had lost had meant so much to her and Richard. She felt an overwhelming tenderness take possession of her.

      ‘I don’t know, Hester. I wish I did. But it’s not too late. Why, you are still of an age for childbearing. Many women have children older than you. Perhaps you worry too much about it.’ With a sigh Arlette took hold of her hand. ‘I know you aren’t looking forward to going to stay with Anne, who has a habit of flaunting her children in your face. Do not let her upset you—I beg of you. Concentrate on why we are going—to see King Charles enter London and to enjoy the celebrations. Why, the whole of London is gripped by the excitement of his restoration.’

      ‘You forget that Richard is not of your persuasion, Arlette—nor Anne.’

      ‘Then all I can say is thank the Lord for Edward. He is determined to show his support of King Charles and there is nothing that Anne can do about it.’

      Hester gave her one of her rare smiles. ‘No, there isn’t and I will try to enjoy myself,’ she said, her Royalist upbringing coming to the fore. ‘Do you think there will be celebrations in Mayfield village?’

      ‘I am sure of it. There wasn’t a family who was not loyal to the King.’

      ‘Have you no wish to go back to Mayfield, Arlette?’

      ‘I don’t know.’ An image of her brother, now just a dim shadow of her past, appeared in her mind. ‘I’d like to think that Thomas will come back and return to our old home. Perhaps now King Charles has come into his own he might make it possible and the property that was sequestered will be returned. We must put in a petition—which, I believe, is what Royalists who had their houses seized are going to do.’ She was filled with nostalgia for Mayfield—images of childhood, tastes and smells, Mayfield village and the recollections of people she had known.

      She thought about what Hester had told her, becoming quiet and withdrawn as she began to consider how she might discover further information about what had become of her mother and sister all those years ago. May God help her for she could not ignore it. Curiosity and the need to know would drive her on. But how could she go about it? There was no way that she could see. If still alive, they could be anywhere. With reluctance she had to admit that she could do nothing at this time. But she would not let it lie and was fiercely determined to pursue the matter when the opportunity arose.