Date: Mon, 24 Dec 2012 11:50:44 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tom Browning's Schooldays

			 Tom Browning's Schooldays

				    By

				   Joel

			     Chapter FiftyOne


After preceding us up the stairs bearing a sconce, then lighting candles in
the room Robin and I would share, Benjy was properly startled at three boys
howling with laughter, clutching each other's shoulders.  "I have had to
keep that within since Freddy said his piece," exclaimed Branscombe, his
own shoulders heaving.  Benjy shook his head and left the room closing the
door behind him.

     "I have many wishes to make," said Robin throatily as he gasped for
breath.

     "I have, too," I said through tears and laughter.  "What is the magic?
Is it the ring?..."

     "...Or the ballock?" asked Robin and clutched my shoulder even more
tightly.

     "Do not forget me," said Branscombe, "I have wishes, too, but I would
not be able to kiss my own..."

     His words were drowned away by the three of us howling again.

     Gradually we quietened and then sat companionably on the settle by the
fire.  "I could hardly contain myself after the lad said that," said
Branscombe.  "I dared not look at either of you boys or I would have
collapsed under the table and that not due to the fine claret we had all
consumed and the port I had already supped."

     We discussed the evening further, sniggers continuing to erupt from
time to time.  Freddy was so pleased he had not been fed earlier and packed
off to bed but that, as the youngest male present, he had led my mother
into the dining room.  He was in his Sunday best, with a white cravat which
Benjy had tied for him, and he behaved like a perfect gentleman.  Robin had
been Aunt Matty's escort for only two ladies were present amongst the array
of men.  Lancelot had arrived just as the gong was sounding saying he was
late as he had had an urgent call to a young child who had fallen against a
kitchen stove and had not only burned his hands but cut his head.  Having
seen this the mother had swooned and cut her head, too, on a fender.
Lancelot was told by his mother rather sharply once more not to bring
descriptions of his patients to the dinner table.  Dinner was most
substantial with a choice of two soups, a fish dish and then three entrees
of beef, pork and a capon stuffed with chestnuts.  I had little room for
the fine sweets which were borne in by Benjy and Eamonn.  There had been
almost a cheer as a towering multi-coloured jelly was set on the table with
a wonderful heap of pastries beside it which shone with the strands of
sugar streaked across them.

     The ladies had not retired but remained as Uncle Dodd said he would
only have a small glass of port with his pipe.  We four boys were allowed
an even smaller glass but still felt very proud to be included.  "No pipes
for them, though Master Branscombe will need one in time to fend off the
smell of the bilges I am sure," my father had said waving his churchwarden
at him.  It was soon after this when my mother and Aunt Matty were
mentioning for the thousandth time that my brother was getting married that
she turned to young Freddy and asked him if he would like to attend and
visit London as he would be staying with us for the rest of the Easter
holiday.

     The look on his face was a picture.  "My wish has come true!" he
whispered.

     I almost dropped my wine glass and there was a snort from Branscombe.
Robin had his lips pursed tightly as he set his glass down carefully.  I do
not think any of the others round the table realised the import of that
statement.

     Luckily my father continued joshing Branscombe about wishing to join
the Navy.  Cedric had to admit he had never been on a naval vessel but was
adamant he wanted to continue the family tradition through the generations.
All the time he was trying not to smirk at Freddy's assertion.  Soon Marie
was sent for and Freddy obediently wished us all good night before trotting
off to be put to bed.  It was not long after that when Uncle Dodd, tiring
no doubt of the wedding discussion, announced he had to be up early to take
Communion to two sick parishioners before he had a service to conduct.
Lancelot was yawning, too, saying he had been called out at six in the
morning.  He did not continue as Aunt Matty creased her brows at him.

     We three excused ourselves soon after and Benjy was instructed by Mr
Clements to see us up the stairs with his sconce of candles.  We reached
the room quickly, almost two steps at a time, and only then could we safely
express our feelings.

     Having finally suppressed our laughter we went on to discuss other
things we had heard that evening.  Uncle Dodd had received letters not only
from Mr Dimbleby but also from Mr Harrison the London lawyer concerning
Philip Goodhew.  Although the one from Mr Dimbleby recommended that advice
should be sought on his future from an established artist the letter from
Mr Harrison contained much more interesting news.  One of his clients, whom
he could not name at present, was a most renowned artist and had seen the
drawing of his three sons which he had on his desk in a frame.  He had
enquired who had made the likenesses and when told said the boy should be
sent to him at the Royal Academy School of Art where he would examine him
and pronounce on his future.  Of course this had set my mother and Aunt
Matty on plans over the next few weeks.  Young Philip would be coming to
London with us.  Aunt Matty had pointed at Robin.

     "Young man!  You must not tell him anything until I have spoken about
this with your mother.  You will be there with us and your two brothers
will join us.  I will show her the letters after the service tomorrow and
all arrangements will be made."

     I had looked across the table at Robin who was almost agape with
wonder at this news.  Robin collected himself and replied to Aunt Matty
that he would see his mother in church in the morning and promised to keep
silent.  My father took two puffs at his pipe and I could see he was much
amused.  When his sister spoke it had the force of law!

     Branscombe knew of Philip's skill but I went to my cupboard and passed
him several other drawings Philip had given me in the past.  He praised
them and said he hoped Philip might be persuaded to make a likeness of him.
I realised that nothing had been said about the cellar but then there had
been much work done in the bedrooms.  Although there was no pan, or the
water apparatus yet, I had a most handsome wooden closet set near the far
window with holes now between my room and the next where pipes would be
placed.  My father had said it was his decision that bedrooms other than
his would be in disarray first to make sure the wretched contrivances
worked.  Lancelot had just curled his nose at his uncle's declaration and
said there was no doubt some would be ready by the time we all returned
from London.  He said a full dozen most handsome pans had been delivered
just the day before and the other fitments were on their way.  My father
admitted he knew that and had inspected the pans but they were not yet
ready for sitting on.

     "I was not to be likened to an old hen on her clutch if I had tried
one for comfort.  I did not think the china looked too agreeable until
Lovell said he was still making the wooden seats so I will wait," he said
and waved his pipe at Lancelot.

     My mother had not been too happy at this dialogue about such vulgar
matters so a further discussion started again between her and Aunt Matty
involving hats and gowns or some such trifles as far as us males were
concerned.

     It was soon after this that Uncle Dodd said he had forgotten he had
another announcement to make.  He was grinning broadly when he said he had
received a very apologetic letter from my brother Torquil saying he had
mistaken the day for the wedding.  He had misread his almanac and the first
Saturday after Easter Day was April the thirteenth, not the fourteenth as
he had said.  All was well as our brother-in-law at St Paul's had only
laughed when told of the error and said he knew very well how the calendar
went.  It just remained for my father to arrange to transport us all to
London and back again.  Father just puffed at his pipe and blew a stream of
smoke across to Uncle Dodd.  "All is in hand.  Make certain you do not
forget to pack your preaching gown this time."  That was a hoary reference
to my sister Hatty's wedding in Southwark when Uncle had to borrow a spare
gown from one of the clergy.  He was never allowed to forget it!

     It was then that Uncle Dodd said he must go.  The dinner party broke
up with him and my father laughing together and we boys were able to
release our pent-up emotions when we reached Robin's and my room.

     Branscombe was yawning after our discussion and said he would find his
own way to the room he was sharing with Freddy.  As we opened the door to
help him to it with a lighted candle we found Benjy was standing waiting to
conduct him as a good servant should.  I suspected that he had been
listening at the door but I doubted if he had heard much through the heavy
oak.

     As soon as the door closed again Robin and I quickly shed our clothes
and after pissing in the old commode we washed our hands and faces in the
bowl by the fire and climbed into bed.  All that had been done in silence
but now we were in close contact we held each other tightly and set off
giggling again.

     "I wager Freddy is awake and waiting to make another wish," Robin said
between short breaths.

     "Poor Branscombe will be awake himself half the night if Freddy has as
many wishes as I would have," I said and clutched Robin even tighter.

     "I have a mind to see if it is the kissing of a ballock and it would
not matter whose," said Robin, letting go of me and casting off the heavy
coverlet.  He slid down the bed and caught hold of my erect pizzle and
clamped his lips on my right ballock.  I felt his lips sucking on my loose
skin and pressing on the ball within.  I felt that if he did not let go of
my peg he would be rewarded with a wish from me!  I was not to be denied a
wish so twisted and lay head to toe with Robin and lifted his ballsack and
licked his skin and kissed the globe within.  My wish was that this night
would continue and that we both would be more than satisfied.

     I lifted my head and in the glow from the fire saw his pizzle was also
hard.  I moved my mouth and laved the bulbous end and then pulled his skin
away.  The head disappeared into my hungry mouth and as I did so I felt my
own peg being attended to in the same manner.  It was not long before those
most familiar feelings began to rise.  I touched his ballsack and found
that too had contracted as mine did whenever my juices were ready to spurt.
I swallowed some of his sweet liquor but I turned again in the bed and came
up to be face to face with him. Our lips touched and then with open mouths
our tongues were soon jousting and sharing our outpourings.

     "That was my wish," Robin murmured.

     "Mine, too, let it continue," was my quiet response and earnest
request.

     Twice more we partook of each other's youthful bounty and then fell
fast asleep sated and contented.

     We were woken on the Sabbath morning by Benjy rather noisily raking
the grate and putting on more logs.  He saw our rather bleary eyes and
smiled knowingly.

     "I am so pleased you are at home again," he said as he came over to
the bed.  "Did you sleep well?"  He wrinkled his nose at that as he had no
doubt also discerned some boyish aroma.

      I put a hand out and took his and squeezed it.  "We enjoyed our time
away but home is always best."

     "I would not know about my not being here or not being at my own home.
You have been missed and there has been much happening.  Let me get the
boys to bring your hot water then I can help you dress and tell you things
as well."  He waited a moment.  I knew what would be asked.  "May I enquire
why you were in such high spirits when you rushed upstairs last night?"

     It was most delicately asked.  I smiled at him.  "You must wait
awhile, Benjy, and then, perhaps, all will be revealed."  I realised what
might be revealed!  I felt Robin poking me in the back when I said that.
He sniggered but said nothing.

     "I will abide by my young master's wishes and not enquire further,"
Benjy said with an upturned look and an implied 'but...?'

     When the water had been poured into the bath Robin and I left the bed
and to an amused smile from Benjy washed our naked selves after using the
commode which had been pushed to another position in the room.  I had noted
our chests had been brought up and emptied of both clean and dirty
clothing.  I had left just two shirts and a pair of muddied stockings for
Japhet's mother's attention at the School.  I knew there would be ample
clean things ready at home.

     As a most attentive Benjy handed us our clean undergarments and then
stockings and shirts he told us that Bessie Phillips' child would be
baptised today.  "'Tis to be named Albert after the Queen's husband for
what good that might do the poor mite," he declared as he tied a white
cravat for me.

     "The child cannot mind its name," Robin said, "Is there no father for
it to be named after."

     Benjy shook his head.  "There is much gossip and it is thought it
would be that ploughman's son who has gone.  He was but seventeen, though,
and I have been told he would have been much vexed to find enough length to
enter her hole."

     We were puzzled.  "What do you mean?" appealed Robin.

     Benjy held out his hands less than five inches apart.  "I had not seen
it but Charlie Parminter said it was so and she is most plump both in front
and behind as you well know."

     Robin I saw had been counting on his fingers.  "By my reckoning she
didn't catch the child that day when she was found with the hay rake in
her.  If it were a full nine months she was planted a good two or three
months before.  Has no one asked about that?"

     Benjy shook his head.  "I had not counted the months.  All were
certain it was that day."

     Robin shook his head. "Goodwife Benbow must know. No doubt she was at
the birth."

     "That is so," Benjy said, "Kate Benbow told me when I was sent to Mr
Hine's for some cloth for Mrs Clements."

     I did not enquire why Kate was at Mr Hine's shop.  "If it was not that
Larkin boy," I asked, "Who else could it be?"

     Benjy shook his head.  "No one is saying.  I must enquire."

     "Take care or you may cross Mr Phillips who Rowley says has accepted
the boy as his grandchild."

     "Ears and eyes," I said and Benjy nodded.  "We will see who is
interested in church today.  Robin and I will sit nearer the rail so we can
look over."
     "And I will take a back place and see who stays for the christening,"
he said firmly.

     "Is it not to be during the service?" I questioned.

     "As there is no father to stand Mr Thatcher has said it must be after
the service and the congregation is allowed to depart."

     As Mr Thatcher was the Parish Clerk I knew Uncle Dodd often bowed to
his suggestions for he said it kept affairs peaceful with no arguments.  A
thought.  Was Bessie's child also red-headed?  Had Lemuel made his presence
known again?  Was he still at home when...?  Something to discuss with
Robin later!

     "I warrant few will go if gossip is rife," said Robin with a knowing
look.  "Remember that all assembled for little Emmanuel's baptism."

     Benjy nodded.  "And all knew the absent father."

     We two were seated at breakfast when my father entered.  He was in his
usual good mood and Eamonn, who was serving, was instructed just to fill a
plate.

     My father then made a confession.  "I must say I have missed you
boys."  He looked at me and lifted his knife.  "I hope you haven't upset
any of your schoolfellows with that tongue of yours."

     Robin grinned as I said I was on the best of terms with my two
fag-masters.

     "And you, my boy?" he asked Robin.

     "I hope I have not disturbed anybody," he said, "I trust I have
watched and learned."

     My father smiled.  "That is so.  Mr Ridley has written to me and to
your mother recounting your achievements.  There is no doubt in his mind
that making you a scholar rather than remaining a groom was all to the
good."  He looked at me again.  "He did make mention that you have
entertained his class with flights of some arcane philosophy that puts you
on the level of a tribe of ancient Greeks."

     "No, father, I merely asked and explored what some have written and
thought about time."

     He shook his head.  "Time?  That which passes between the moment I put
a piece of this good bacon in my mouth and then savour the taste?"

     I knew my father was far more than just a country bumpkin and his
example had exactly touched my concern.

     "Father," I said with a quiet smile, "You should be a philosopher and
grace the High Table at some Cambridge College."

     He shook his head.  "I have missed your sallies more than anything."
He turned to Robin who, I suspected, was not sure of what my father's
response might have been.  "And you, young sir?  What will be your
contribution to Mr Ridley's classes?"

     "I have yet to decide, grandfather.  I doubt it will be with such
erudition as my Uncle Tom.  I know a little mathematics and with my friend
Bayes we intend to construct a telegraph of some sort which we will have to
demonstrate." He paused.  "But then, I have ideas about how we might be
spared the use of the chamber pots each night and morning..."

     My father's chest was heaving.  "...From mathematics to chamber pots
and I do not know about this telegraph.  Dear Lancelot has expounded on it
at the dinner table betimes until his mother silences him with a glance.
You must tell me more but I can hear others approaching."  He shook his
head.  "It is an unknown thing for boys to be late for the table."

     "Father, they are guests..."

     He waved his knife again.  "I know and I will not disconcert
them... ...overly!"

     Just then Benjy pushed the half-open door and stood back to allow
Branscombe and young Freddy to enter.

     Branscombe looked at the three of us already seated with well-filled
plates before us.  He bowed his head in greeting.  "Sir," he said,
addressing my father, "I must apologise for our lateness.  It took time for
us to prepare ourselves for most of our clothing had been taken for
washing.  Master Benjy kindly found a clean shirt for me and a pair of
stockings for Neville.  I hope we will not look too dishevelled for church
this morning."

     "No matter," my father said pointing to the places ready for them, "I
am sure your presence will be noted and will, no doubt, be commented upon.
It will mean I need not be too careful about how neat my cravat might be,
nor if my ten-year old coat is too tight around the chest."

     I could not resist it.  "Not your chest, father..."

     Branscombe was lost for words.  Sons, in his experience I was sure,
did not make comments like that in front of their fathers.  Young Freddy
smiled at my father.

     "Sir, my grandfather says you should feel comfortable in your clothes.
He said he was glad he did not now have to wear his uniforms which he still
has and he showed me them.  With all those belts and buttons he said he
felt like a trussed-up Christmas goose."

     My father smiled at him.  "Young sir, that is true.  But I tell you
comfort comes at a price.  Our society has made the rules how we must
appear and we have to abide by them."  He shook his head.  "When I am with
my horses I feel free.  It is at all other times I have to conform to what
others have laid down."

     Branscombe was nodding.  "I have heard my father express like
sentiments.  Although he is strict about dress he likes nothing better than
being before the fire in the evening in gown and hat with his pipe and a
glass of madeira."

     I think Freddy was a little bemused by this.  My father smiled again
at him.  "There are rules at school which you must learn, but there are
other rules to regulate your life outside.  We all have to take care we do
not transgress any."

     I wondered if Freddy made a connection between this and his
transgression of the rule about smoking when it was forbidden for
youngsters in School.  He had received four cuts for that!

     While this conversation was progressing Benjy and Eamonn had supplied
the pair with their own plates piled with a selection of good things.
There was silence then until all plates were cleared and my father patted
his stomach.

     "I must away and prepare myself for the service.  I have looked out
already and it is a fine morning so we shall walk to church," he said and I
knew that ruling was final.  He nodded to me.  "I am sure your mother will
wish to cast an eye over you and your companions.  We will meet in the
Library in time but you must go to the parlour first."  Another ruling.  He
stood and went out smiling.

     Branscombe looked at me.  "I do not think I have ever breakfasted with
my father."  He shook his head.  "And I would not dare..."  He grinned.
"...Friend Lascelles comments on your sallies."

     "I only comment," I said in my defence.  "I listened to my brother
Terence when he was here with his broken leg and father was always amused
by his responses so I must have learnt from him.  Terence has a merry
tongue and he and Uncle Dodd would spar and keep my father laughing.  My
cousin Lancelot is always open with his comments, too.  I think it is
best."

     Branscombe set down the cup he was drinking from.  "You must take
care, though.  There are many who have high opinions of themselves and
would take immediate offence if someone younger makes free with his
tongue."

     "That is so also if the perceived station in life is seen as lower,"
Robin said.  "I have seen this in my own short life.  There are those at
Ashbourne who avoid me as they have treated me as a servant so recently and
now do not know what my present station might be."  He grinned.  "I am a
puzzle."

     I could see Branscombe was angered at the thought of Robin being
roughly treated.  "Who might they be?" he asked quietly.  He did not
continue but we knew what his response would be to any who denigrated his
faithful fag and fellow pupil.

     Robin smiled.  "I will not say but they will learn in time."

     Freddy was squirming a little.  Benjy recognised the lad needed the
privy.  "Sirs," he said politely, "May I make bold to say that Mrs Browning
will be in the parlour shortly."

     "So we must tidy ourselves," I added and stood brushing the crumbs
which had dropped onto my table napkin. The others did likewise and as
Benjy led Freddy away so the other three of us went up to my and Robin's
bedroom.
     I closed the door behind us and was about to say something but
Branscombe was first.

     "Before you ask no wishes were made last night.  The lad was fast
asleep when I joined him in bed though he was clasped round my neck this
morning."  We didn't say any more as Branscombe was inspecting the new
closet.  "I must explain to my father all these arrangements.  We have
rather ornate commodes which he had designed by a shipwright and they have
carvings of ships which make them look most handsome.  I would prefer that
what we produce was removed more speedily as it will be here.  My mother
has much dried lavender burned to cover the smell."

     I pointed to an earthenware jar by the firegrate.  "There is usually a
supply there but it must have all been burned."

     "That will have to be something for Timmy to remedy," Robin said
delving into the jar and coming up with a small handful of grains.  He
threw these onto the fire where they blazed for a moment.

     That reminded me.  Timmy had not appeared either last night serving at
table nor this morning in the breakfast room.  There was a rap on the door.
It was Benjy and a happier- looking Freddy.

     "Benjy, we have not seen Timmy?  Is he well?" I asked.

     "Oh, Master Tom, he has gone to Cambridge.  Dr Lancelot took him there
to Mr Mead's brother.  He is an apothecary in the town and will instruct
him more and visit the Botanic Garden with him."

     "That is good news," I said, "I should have enquired last night but
there were too many distractions."

     I was rather glad Branscombe did not ask who Timmy was as I did not
wish to recount his provenance and the story of the evil Black Jack.

     "Perhaps we should look at ourselves and see if we are ready for
inspection by Tom's mother before we set off for church," said Robin.  He
went to my cupboard and took down his new violin.  As we watched and
listened he set to and tuned the strings and drew the bow across them from
lowest to highest.  He then played a melody of his own and Branscombe was
nodding his head in time.  Young Freddy was transfixed.

     "That is most pleasing," he said as Robin played a long last note.  "I
wish I had a skill like that."

     "Tom could teach you the flute I am sure," Robin said.

     "That I would willingly do if you were minded," I offered.

     "There, my boy, you will be able to lead the Sing-Songs when we are
old and gone from School," said Branscombe with a laugh.  He became
serious.  "We have relied on Armitage with his accordion for three years
and he will be departing at the end of next year.  We have Tom and Robin to
take us on for their time still to come but we need new blood after them."

     Freddy looked at me.  "I would be pleased if you could spare time."

     "No time like the present," I said, "I have my old flute which would
sit idle as I have the new one.  I would have to ask my mother if I could
let you borrow it as she gave it to me.  We can start your learning even
today."

     Freddy looked so pleased.  "That would be another wish fulfilled," he
said most earnestly.  We three boys looked at each other and grinned.  I
hoped Freddy took this as a sign of our pleasure and not of wondering whose
ballock he had kissed when making that wish.  "I have learned the notes of
the stave," he said with a smile, "I have watched and listened when my
sister has had lessons on the fortepiano.  My mother said it was not a
thing of interest to boys but I have sat and listened and learned."

     "Have you tried the keys," I asked.

     He nodded.  "When my mother has been visiting.  She does not know but
I have made more progress than my sister."

     "Why have you not said about this at Ashbourne?" Branscombe asked very
gently.  I could see he was fond of the boy and did not want to alarm him.

     "I do not know of any instrument," he said rather sadly I thought.

     "That must be remedied," said Robin.  "When Bayes and I are struggling
with our Euclid with Mr Dimbleby we are soothed by the sounds of Mrs
Dimbleby playing her fortepiano.  I would be willing to say you would be
interested."

     I held up a finger but smiled at him.  "We must hear you first.  I am
sure my mother will allow you to play her instrument.  Would you do that?"
He smiled shyly and nodded.

     Benjy was almost hopping from foot to foot.  "Sirs, we must be ready
shortly."

     Poor Benjy.  With two strangers present he could not run on in his
usual satiric way.  He would have to be recompensed for his added
servility!  To appease him, and no doubt my mother who would be waiting, we
hurriedly made ourselves most presentable and followed him down the stairs
with Robin and me carrying our instrument cases.

     As it would happen my mother was playing a piece by Mr Handel on her
fortepiano.  It was the aria 'He was despised and rejected of men' which
was most appropriate for the Sabbath.  On a weekday we would have heard a
sonata, an etude, or a 'Song Without Words'.  Something I would consider a
little more cheerful!

     She stopped playing as we entered and greeted us most affably.  Freddy
even went up to her to be kissed on the cheek.  "Well, well," she said,
"Four young men all looking most handsome." She smiled.  "Are you all ready
to escort me to church?  I must ride in the chaise even though it is but a
little distance but Mr Browning has decreed everyone else will walk."
     "Mother," I said, "Freddy has told us a little secret.  If he may he
would like to play something on your fortepiano."

     Freddy blushed as my mother stood and indicated the music stool.  He
sat and we were amazed.  Without hesitation he played the first part of the
'Entracte' from Rosamund by Franz Schubert.  I knew it as I had played the
melody on my flute accompanied by my mother.  It was not, perhaps, an
appropriate piece for the Sabbath but what did that matter?  There were no
errors and the rhythm was exact.  I think my mother was quite astonished.

     "That was most excellent," she said, "How long have you been having
lessons?"

     "Please, ma'am," he said rather hesitantly, "I have had no lessons.
My sister has and I have sat and watched and taken note of what the music
tutor has said."

     My mother frowned.  "No lessons?"  Freddy shook his head.  "Are you
able to play other pieces?"

     This time he nodded.  "Yes, ma'am, I have learned quite a number from
reading my sister's music books having heard her or the tutor play them.  I
can only play when my mother is out."

     "Does your mother know?" my mother asked him.

     "No, ma'am, she would be most angry if she knew."  He hung his head.

     "Then you must play here and I will ask Mrs Dodd to hear you, too.
She is most accomplished and has taught both Tom and Robin to play the
organ as well."

     Freddy looked up at this and smiled.  "I would be most pleased for
that."  He nodded towards us.  "I have heard them play in Chapel."

     My mother looked over at us.  "When was I to be told?"

     "I am sorry, mama, but we have had no opportunity.  I have also
offered to teach Freddy the flute.  I did not know then about his
proficiency at the keyboard."

     I could see my mother was not pleased with Mrs Neville and the
treatment of her son.  She must be fully aware of what amounted to his
banishment from home.  I would have a private moment with my mother as soon
as I could.  But now it was time for us to assemble in the Library where my
father would be waiting to send Mr Clements to marshal the servants at the
back door.  We took our leave of her as Marie came in with my mother's
cloak and hat.  My father was in the Library standing and looking at the
plate of the boy with the hare.  I would show Branscombe and Freddy that
later as well as the Hogarth prints.

     We collected our own cloaks and hats as we left.  The calling bell was
already sounding and so we had to walk at a fair pace to the church leading
a good number of servants who followed us at a respectful distance.  We
reached the door just as the bell stopped.

     In church Robin and I left Branscombe and Freddy with my father and
hurried to discard our outer garments and go up to the gallery.  Robin had
had no time to greet his mother and foster-father but we would go straight
to their house after.  Everyone smiled when they saw us and Mr Venables
raised his hand in greeting.  "'Old Hundredth' again," he whispered.  No
one ever got tired of that mighty tune!  Kate Benbow was already seated and
she and Robin checked their tuning.  She whispered something to him and he
smiled.  As usual there was a clatter as the Squire entered late followed
by his servants.  I peered over the rail and saw Mr Thatcher was ready to
lead my uncle to the lectern.  So the service began and all the familiar
words and phrases were repeated once more.  However, I waited for one
particular announcement which I knew must be made.  Uncle Dodd had to call
the Banns of Marriage between my brother and Branscombe's sister.  Even
though they would be married by Special Licence from Doctors' Commons the
Banns had to be called in their respective parishes three times as required
and this was the second calling.  Robin caught my glance as Uncle Dodd
finished that duty and smiled and nodded.

     At the end of the service my uncle announced that a baptism would take
place.  Most of the band left the gallery to join those of the congregation
who remained.  It was interesting for most of the single men left and many
were smirking.  Just five of the younger men were still there standing
behind quite a crowd of women and their husbands.

     Bessie Phillips came forward from the crowd to the font carrying her
bundled baby.  Her mother and father and a number of other relatives stood
with her.  Uncle Dodd spoke very low so it was difficult to hear him as he
took the babe but he raised his voice when he announced that he named the
child 'Albert Phillips' and there was an emphasis on 'Phillips'.

     Poor Bessie was in tears and her mother then took the baby from her
and looked at the group of younger men.  They stood impassively all staring
at Mrs Phillips except for one.  I recognised him.  He was a ploughman's
son, too!  His father had a small-holding and their name was Shanks.  Robin
must have seen as I had as he nudged me but said nothing.  Kate Benbow had
remained and was sitting next to him.  I heard her whispered comment 'I
thought so'.

     It was not the time nor place to discuss such matters though Kate had
a merry smile as she bade us good day.  Neither my mother and father had
stayed for the baptism and they must have gone on back to Careby Hall with
Branscombe and Freddy.  I wanted to be present when Aunt Matty read the
letters to Jenny and Steven Goodhew so Robin and I went to the vestry where
I knew she would be with my uncle.  She smiled when she saw us.

     "I will take my chaise in a moment.  They are expecting me as I said I
had news for them.  You two can walk to the house quickly and I might
squeeze you in to take you back to the Hall as I have been invited to
luncheon.  Hurry up, now!"

     We did as instructed and almost ran down a side lane which we knew was
a short cut.  In doing so we missed the moment when Mr Phillips felled
young Shanks with a mighty fist and the warning there would be more of the
same if he stayed in the village even another day.  We only learned this
from a grinning Benjy at Monday's luncheon!  Shanks had indeed clambered
aboard that morning's coach with his possessions bundled and a vow to join
the military as soon as he reached Stamford.

     We reached the Goodhew house just before Aunt Matty arrived.  We were
welcomed in and Robin was hugged and kissed by his mother.  His brothers
wanted to hug him also as their way of greeting as she let him go.  Steven
Goodhew and I stood and waited until he, too, hugged his foster-son.

     We were ushered into the parlour where a blazing fire was taking the
chill off the room and took seats.  I had seen Liam standing back and
greeted him with a smile.  I could see he was part of the family now.  Aunt
Matty said she had news from London.  First, she asked whether Jenny and
Steven would give permission for Philip and James to go to London for the
wedding. There was silence for a moment, then Jenny said they could go as
long as they knew how to behave.  I think that had already been a matter of
discussion between Jenny and my Aunt!  The looks on the boys' faces were
ecstatic.  Then Aunt Matty unfolded the letter from Mr Harrison.  Poor
Philip was transfixed.  Here was someone very important in London saying he
would see him with the possibility of him becoming a true artist.  We all
knew he was a true artist already but here was a great opportunity to
study.

     It was Jenny's turn to look ecstatic.  She caught hold of both
Philip's hand and her husband's.  "It is my greatest desire to see my sons
succeed.  My Robin, my Philip and in his turn, my James." She drew Philip
close to her.  "I know in my heart you will succeed even though you will
have to leave us."  She bent down and kissed his forehead.  Two tears
rolled down his cheeks.

     "I will always do my best," he said through tears and smiles, "But I
have much to do here first."

     Aunt Matty laughed.  "Uncle Dodd said that was exactly what you would
say.  Do not worry.  I am sure all will be accomplished before the next
step."

     It was Steven's turn to congratulate his son.  Father and son hugged
each other and both shed tears of joy.  Then James stepped forward.  "I'm
not very good at drawing," he said as he hugged his brother, "But I have
stories in my head and they need to be written down."  This I would remind
him of many years later!

     We said our farewells as we had to return to the Hall.  As we left I
heard Liam say to Philip that he hoped he would not be losing his new
brother and another pair hugged each other.

     We did manage to squeeze into Aunt Matty's chaise and set off at a
good pace.  "I only wish more families could be as happy as yours," she
said to Robin, "But then, you belong to two happy families."

     That was so true.  However, there would be more family for him to be
initiated into.  He must have seen my Aunt Fanny on her visits to Careby
but there was also Uncle Digby who rarely came to Careby now as his
injuries were causing more stiffening and pain when he rode in a carriage.
My sister Hatty and James, her clergyman husband, would be welcoming but I
did not know if Peg, my other sister, would be coming from Scotland for the
wedding as she was expecting another child.  She was most warm-hearted and
I could not think she would reject her nephew.  Of course, Terence had
already accepted Robin for both he and I had been constant companions of my
incapacitated brother after his hunting accident and had shared many a jest
and confidence.  Thus, there was only one possible fly in the ointment - as
Lancelot would say!  Robin would have to meet all the other Branscombes.
We were aware that Elizabeth wished to meet him.  How would the Honourable
Mrs Constance Branscombe regard him?  Robin had already been accepted by
Cedric most handsomely.  He would, no doubt, be a valiant spokesman for his
soon-to-be nephew, even though, as the saying goes, Robin was born the
'wrong side of the blanket'.  But then, Mrs Branscombe would know their
family also had extra members born in the same way!

     After luncheon was finished I was able to question Uncle Dodd about
the cellar.  He just shook his head.  "With all the other matters of pipes,
drains, holes in walls, carpentry and building outside there has been no
time nor any spare men to clear all that lumber.  It will have to wait for
all that other dust to die down.  Young Philip has been too busy not only
with his studies but drawing up more plans and measures for the workmen.
He has even made designs for the carving."  He smiled as he added, "And so
the boy is to be interviewed in London.  There is no telling what else
might happen."  The other lad, Freddy, had been led off by Aunt Matty and
my mother to the parlour.  He was to demonstrate what other pieces he knew
and with what proficiency.

     Branscombe joined Robin and me in the bedroom and we talked
companionably again about many things.  He might be two years older than us
but I think we were treated like the brothers he did not have.  He was much
amused about Philip and his exploration of the cellar after he had noted
the error in the measures of the rooms.  I said I would have to make visits
around the village.  I mentioned the forge and he shook his head as I
recounted how I was allowed to pump the bellows and also to use the tools.

     "I have been at Ashbourne since I was ten," he said, "I only see my
parents during the holidays and other than being with the servants and my
good friend I am not allowed to stray far, even now.  If I may I would like
to accompany you."

     Both Robin and I grinned at this.  Neither Jacob nor Isaac would be
servile though both would be polite.  They would accept Branscombe as he
was, that is, as a fellow-pupil of ours though older.  Of course, Robin
would be questioned and, no doubt, some remarks would be made.  I wondered
what name he would be given to stand by my Lord Ticklebucket!

     We would have to visit Miss Barnes, who Aunt Matty had said looked
better fed now she had a proper cook as Mabel Cutts was now employed there
and even Betty and Cissy Brumby had been charmed by her gentleness.  We
would have to play to her and Branscombe could view the strange carving.

     I had noted his interest in the African carving still perched on top
of my tall cupboard though he had not remarked on it.  Of course, he would
be seeing Curly again at my Uncle Digby's.  Perhaps I could cozen him to
stroke both pizzles to see if the boys smiled.  I surmised he would find
that amusing.  He'd had a smile on his face after his visit to the
curtained commode on our journey here so some stroking had already taken
place.

     If the weather was clement it might be possible to take a day's ride
out to the Templar farm.  That would have to be in the company of my father
and what he had said at the dinner table was that he was very busy with the
stables and the settling in of Mr Johnson at Cobblers Farm.  There was much
planning to do for good use of the land.  I did not dare ask at the time if
he was now quite certain no claimants would emerge.  So, it might not be
feasible to make a journey of exploration.

     Of course, we should ride out to visit Freddy's grandfather.  Ten
miles to Moss Hall and ten miles back should be a good day's outing if we
started early.  I would have to enquire what repairs had been made and
whether the Hall was now more habitable.  At least Freddy would be warm and
dry here at Careby!

     Then there would be the decision of how we would all travel to London
for the wedding.  With mother, father, uncle, aunt, my two cousins, six
boys and servants we would be quite a procession.  I assumed there would be
coaches but I knew my father loathed being shut up and preferred to ride.
There would be a week to decide as we had to leave on Easter Monday to
arrive in good time as, no doubt, my mother and aunt would need to go
shopping.

     Plans, plans, plans!

     When the church clock struck four we made our way down to see if tea
was being served in the parlour.  Mr Clements was at the door but directed
us to the Library as he said my mother and aunt were busy with the young
gentleman.  As we walked away I could hear the opening phrases of another
piece by Franz Schubert.

     In the Library I was able to show Branscombe the plate and the Hogarth
pictures.  Also on display was a pencil copy of the boy with the hare which
could only have been done by young Philip.  Robin looked on it with such
pride but it was Branscombe who gasped as he studied it.  "That is so
fine," he said with open admiration, "What artistry!"

     Just then who should appear with Uncle Dodd but the artist himself.
Philip was holding a roll of paper.  Uncle Dodd looked at us.  "Some are
here as Mr Clements said.  Where is young Neville?"

     I explained he had been with my mother and aunt all afternoon and
Uncle Dodd chuckled.  "The poor boy's fingers must be sore by now.  Philip
has something for him when he appears."  He turned to Philip who was
staring at Branscombe.  "Ah, you have not met.  Mr Branscombe may I
introduce Master Philip Goodhew."  The two boys bowed their heads in
greeting.  "You will become better acquainted on this momentous journey we
are about to embark upon."  Uncle laughed.  "At least we have a week before
we set off."  Philip was nervously rolling and unrolling the paper.  "Come,
Philip," he said, "Let them see what you have drawn."

     "Would that be proper, Uncle?" the lad asked.  "I should show Master
Neville first."

     My uncle smiled at him.  "You are correct but I would say he
approaches."

     We could then hear voices.  My mother and aunt swept into the room
with a happy- looking Freddy.  He then looked slightly flummoxed seeing us
all standing staring at him.  They were followed by two of the maids and
Benjy pushing trolleys laden with cups, plates and cake stands.  "There,
Freddy, we are just in time," my mother said.  She then saw Philip who was
now holding up the roll of paper.  "Philip, my dear, what have you there?"

     Philip smiled.  "It is for Master Neville, ma'am."

     He unrolled the sheet and held it up.  It was an astounding likeness
of Freddy, smiling, with one hand raised in greeting.  It was the pose he
had on the day of the Hunt.  However, there were no smears of blood and it
was all the better for that.

     "Please would you accept this?" he asked and held it out.

     "Is that me?" asked an astonished Freddy as he looked intently at the
paper.  Philip handed it to him.  A now beaming Freddy said softly, "It
will be treasured."

To be continued:

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