The Landower Legacy

JAGO’S LADY

Summer was hot and sultry. Livia was now a lively two-year-old. She was a great comfort to me; she helped me through my days, which were so full that there was little time for dreaming.

I had bought a pony for her—a tiny creature—and I let her ride round the paddock on a leading rein. This was what she loved more than anything else. I had bought the pony soon after Jeremy left, hoping to divert her attention from him. I was greatly relieved when she did not appear to miss him.

Sometimes I would lead her out and take her down the drive a little way—sometimes as far as the lodge and Jamie would come out to applaud.

He was very fond of Livia and she had taken a fancy to him. He would invite us into the cottage and Livia would be given a glass of milk and pieces of bread cut into diamond shapes covered in honey which he told her was made especially for her by his bees.

One day when we called Gwennie arrived. She had come to buy some honey. She was invited in and offered a glass of mead—Jamie’s own very special brand.

She asked how he made it but he would not tell her. It was his own secret, he said.

“It’s delicious,” I said, “and surprisingly intoxicating.”

Gwennie smacked her lips and said she would buy some. “It’s really an old English drink,” she added. “I like to keep to the medieval customs. Did you learn to make honey in Scotland? And did you have special bees there, Mr. McGill?”

“Bees know no borders, Mrs. Landower. They’re the same the world over. It wouldn’t matter to them whether they were in England, Scotland or Australia. They are bees and bees are bees the whole world over.”

“But I asked you if you learned about them in Scotland. You do come from Scotland, don’t you?”

“Oh aye.”

“You must find it very different down here?”

“Oh aye.”

“I suppose sometimes you’re a bit homesick?”

“No.”

“That’s funny. People usually are. Sometimes I think of Yorkshire. How long is it since you left Scotland, Mr. McGill?”

“A long time.”

“I was wondering how long.”

“Time passes. You lose count.”

“But surely you remember …”

I saw that Jamie was getting restive under this cross-examination and I put in: “One week is so like another. I must say I am just amazed how quickly time passes. Livia, darling, have you finished your milk?”

Livia nodded.

“I’ve never been to Scotland,” said Gwennie, who did not seem to understand what I had very early in my acquaintance with Jamie, and that was that he did not like direct questions. I had always respected the fact that he did not wish to talk about himself. Gwennie, of course, was oblivious to his reticence—or if she was not, decided to ignore it.

“What part did you come from, Mr. McGill?”

“Oh, just above the Border. I must go and see to the bees. They’re angry about something.”

“Well, mind they don’t turn on you,” said Gwennie with a little laugh.

“They won’t,” I said. “They always respect Jamie. Well, we had better be going. Thank Jamie for the honey diamonds and the milk, Livia.”

Livia said Thank you and I wiped the honey from her fingers. “Well, now we’re ready,” I said.

We all came out of the lodge together.

“I’ll walk with you up the drive a little way,” said Gwennie. “I can take the short cut across five acre field.”

I sat Livia on her pony and walked along beside her. Gwennie was on the other side of me.

“He’s a queer customer,” she said. “Something funny about him.”

“You mean Jamie. He’s rather unusual.”

“Doesn’t give much away, does he?”

“He’s very generous with his milk and honey and mead, I thought.”

“I don’t mean that. He doesn’t tell you anything.”

“Well, you can’t be surprised that he doesn’t want to tell you how he makes his mead.”

“You know I wasn’t thinking of his mead. I mean he won’t tell us anything about himself.”

“He likes to keep his life private.”

“I wonder why.”

“Many people do, you know.”

“When they’ve got something to hide. We don’t really know anything about him, do we?”

“We know he’s a good lodge keeper. He supplies us with honey and many of the flowers we have in the house come from his garden. He grows some very fine blooms.”

“But I mean what do you really know about him?”

“That he’s pleasant and contented.”

“He’s odd. There’s no doubt about that. Some of the servants think he’s not quite all there.”

“All where?”

She burst out quite angrily, “You’re on your high horse again, Caroline. You know exactly what I mean but you’re playing the grand lady to the little upstart from the north. I know. Paul’s the same. I don’t belong here. I’m not one of you. I always say to him … when he takes up that attitude, ‘This is where I belong. It was my father’s money that bought this place.’ That’s what I have to remind him.”

“I think he remembers what happened.”

“And I see he doesn’t forget it either.”

“And all this has grown out of poor old Jamie.”

“Silly old fool! With his garden and his bees! He’s hiding something. I’ll find out though. You’ll see.”

We had come to that part of the drive where she would leave me to cross five acres.

I said au revoir gladly. There were times when I found her company intolerable.

It was about a week later when Gwennie came to Tressidor in a state of great excitement.

“I had to come over right away,” she said. “Such news. What do you think has happened. I can’t wait to tell you. You could have knocked me down with a feather.”

“What is it?”

“It’s Jago. He’s coming home on Saturday.”

“Well, what’s so special about that? He’s always going to London and now he’s coming home for a spell.”

“This is different. Guess what?”

“You seem determined to keep me in suspense. It’s not like you.”

“It’s such news. I never would have guessed. Jago is married. He’s bringing home his bride.”

“Really!”

“I knew you’d be surprised. This is an occasion, isn’t it? Jago married. All this time he’s been holding out on us.”

“Whom has he married?”

“That’s the point. He doesn’t say. He just says he’s bringing his wife to see us. He was married last week. Isn’t it exciting?”

“Very.”

“He seems very pleased with himself. I imagine she has plenty of brass.”

“Did he mention … the brass?”

“No … not exactly.”

“What do you mean … not exactly?”

“Well, not at all. The Landowers are like that. It’s something you’re not supposed to talk about. They want it but they pretend they don’t. That’s their way. Well, I hope she’s nicely gilded, as Pa used to say. And I can’t wait till Saturday.”

I felt as eager myself.

All day on Saturday I was thinking about Jago. It was difficult to imagine him married. I supposed he would live at Landower with his new wife. I wondered how she and Gwennie would get on together. I should be very interested to see and promised myself that the next morning I would ride over to meet the new wife.

I did not have to wait until then. In the evening of the Saturday I had a caller.

I heard a slight commotion and went down to the hall to see what was happening.

Jago was there. He was whispering to one of the maids.

“Jago!” I cried.

He ran to me, picked me off my feet and twirled me round and round.

“I had to come and see you,” he said.

” ‘Behold the bridegroom cometh,’ ” I said.

“That’s it. Benedick himself. Wasn’t he the one who hesitated before taking the plunge?”

“Exactly. Oh, Jago! You … a husband!”

“Well, it had to happen sometime, didn’t it? And as you wouldn’t have me I had to look elsewhere.”

“I’m bitterly hurt,” I said, laughing.

“I guessed you would be.”

“All this machinery and plans for improvements and contracts … it was this, was it?”

“Right first time.”

“Jago, you are machiavellian in your cunning.”

“Of course,” he said modestly.

“And why did you not bring your bride to meet me?”

“As a matter of fact, she was the one who insisted on coming over this evening. She wouldn’t wait until the morning.”

“She insisted. But why didn’t she come?”

He put his face close to mine. “She’s very anxious for your approval.” ‘

“Mine?”

“Oh, she knows a lot about you. Just a minute.” He went to the door. “You can come in now.”

She came in and I stared at her disbelievingly. Then we ran to each other and she burst into laughter in which I joined.

We hugged each other.

“Rosie!” I cried.

“I thought you’d be surprised.”

“You … married Jago!”

“Yes. Don’t look so bewildered. I have him in tow.”

“But you … of all people.”

“Don’t worry. We’ve worked it all out.”

“All that machinery,” said Jago.

“I had no idea.”

“Nor did Jago until he was caught.”

“She doesn’t always tell the truth, my wife,” said Jago. “To let you into a secret, I was the one who caught her.”

“I am so surprised,” I said, “that I am forgetting my duties. Come on. We’re going to drink to this.”

Rosie had always been the most unpredictable person I had ever known and she lived up to that reputation.

The following day she came to see me and we talked for a long time. Contrary to the custom they were not going to make their home at Landower.

“What!” said Rosie. “Give up my business … just when it’s beginning to expand! Why, in three months’ time we’re opening in Paris.”

“What about the estate … Landower and all that? Jago helps in the management.”

“Half-heartedly, I gathered. His heart’s not in it and I couldn’t see that that brother of his is all that put out at the thought of him giving up. Jago’s known for a long time that it’s not his bent. Whereas you’d be surprised how good he is with me and my enterprises. All that charm and merriment … it goes down well with everybody and he is beginning to learn something. I didn’t expect he’d ever be any good in that direction, but he has a sort of appreciation of beautiful women and what they should wear follows from that. I saw his possibilities right from the start. He kept calling, you know, after that first time. We suit each other.”

“Yes, I suppose you do.”

“I’m certain we do. I wouldn’t have entered into this if I wasn’t sure it was the right thing.”

“You never married before. You must have had lots of opportunities.”

“Opportunities which did not often include marriage. No, when he started to call and we had such a lot of fun together, he began to show this interest in what I was building up. It started then.”

“Oh, Rosie, it’s so funny!”

“Yes, it is, isn’t it?”

“Does Jago know about … ?”

“About my parlourmaid days and my early strivings? Yes, he knows. I haven’t the time nor the inclination to be burdened with secrets. One wastes so much time covering up. I am myself to be taken as I am or not at all. He’s not exactly been a model of virtue himself. He understood my need to get away from my origins. He admired that. Well, there we are. You see me, Mrs. Landower … Rosie Rundall, Rosie Russell that followed and now Rosie Landower, respectably married to a gentleman of good family. It’s rather a joke, don’t you think?”

“No,” I said. “I think it’s wonderful. I think Jago is the luckiest man and I’m going to tell him so.”

“Thank you. I’m glad, too, that I shall be closer to you. You must come up to London to stay with us, and I daresay we shall come down here now and then to visit the ancestral home.”

“Rosie, I’m so pleased.”

“I thought you would be. That’s why I insisted we come right over to see you as soon as we arrived. We’re going to stay here for two weeks. We can’t take longer away than that.”

“What do you think of Landower?”

“Spectacular. I’ve never been in a place like that. It creaks with the olden days, doesn’t it? Fancy being born in a place like that. And this is yours now! I’m glad Cousin Mary did the right thing. You suit this place. And how is the little one getting on?”

“Very well.”

“And you’re getting over it?”

“One does forget … at times and then one remembers with a terrible sadness. But it does become muted with time.”

She nodded.

“I saw you at the funeral,” I said.

“Yes. I had to go. Poor Olivia, she was too frail to fight for herself. It was a great pity Jeremy Brandon ever came into your lives.”

“Oh, he was a weakling really. I think about him now and then. You know what happened?”

“There was talk at the time. I think he was in a bit of a mess. The creditors descended on him when they knew there would be no rich marriage. I was horrified when I heard you had accepted him. I couldn’t believe my ears.”

“I was very cruel, really. I planned it, Rosie. I wanted revenge … for myself mainly, I suppose, but for Olivia too.”

“Well, he got his deserts.” She looked at me rather sadly. “And there’s no one else?”

I hesitated and she did not press the question.

“Here I suppose you meet the same people all the time.”

“You could say that.”

“You must come to London for a visit. Bring Livia. She ought to see something of the big city.”

I could see the thoughts in her mind. She would try to find a suitable husband for me. I laughed at her and tried to sound light-hearted.

“Why is it,” I asked, “when people marry, they feel everyone else ought to be in the same state?”

“A good marriage is the best way of life.”

“You hesitated for a long time.”

“I waited until I was absolutely sure. That is what every wise woman should do.”

“But how can one be absolutely sure?”

“By making up your mind that such and such is for you and once you have made up your mind on that, make it up again. You are going to see that it works.”

“All are not as far-sighted as you, Rosie.”

“I admit I have had some experience of men … and women.”

“And when you look round do you find the failures exceed the successes?”

“We hear of the failures. The successes are not talked of.”

I said: “I think of Robert Tressidor. What sort of marriage was that? I think of my mother and Captain Carmichael … of Olivia and Jeremy …” I hesitated and she waited. But I could not speak of Gwennie and Paul.

She was watching me with serious eyes; but she remained silent.

After a while she said: “While I am here you and I must see each other … often.”

We did. I had many talks with Rosie. She was so interested in everything about her. She created a furore of excitement in the countryside and quickly became known as Mr. Jago’s Lady. Her clothes and her general appearance were stunning. Her statuesque good looks made her seem like a goddess come down from the Olympian heights to our community.

She was by no means an expert horsewoman but she looked like Diana on horseback with her beautifully cut riding habit in silver grey with top hat of the same colour and a cravat flecked with mauve stars on grey silk.

Jago was very proud of her. I did not suppose for a moment that he would be converted to a completely faithful husband, but Rosie would know how to cope with that. She understood well the vagaries of men and the reason for her success was that she knew how to compromise. She took what life offered and then set about moulding it to her own needs and desires. I felt there was a great deal to be learned from Rosie.

She showed an immense interest in the people—however humble. She delighted in Jamie and his bees. We spent a very pleasant hour in the lodge.

“Presumably,” I said, “the bees approve of this marriage.”

She was very discerning and had quickly summed up the situation at Landower; and it did not take her long to realize that I was caught up in it.

She was rather grave about that.

She said: “Gwennie isn’t a bad sort. She is just obtuse. She can’t forget that she’s paid for something and she wants full value. She can’t understand that she can’t have what she wants just by paying. One couldn’t explain to her. She would never listen. The Gwennies of the world just think they know it all. That’s their mistake. She wouldn’t listen to advice. She would never be diverted from her course. You could cut the tension in that house with a knife. It’ll break. I reckon it’s near breaking point now.”

“You mean … with Paul?”

“He hates her. Even when she’s not being offensive about paying for the house and so on. He can’t bear the sight of her. Every little thing she does irritates him … the sort of thing he wouldn’t notice with other people. I don’t like it, Caroline.”

“What does Jago think?”

“Jago says it has always been like that. But I feel it’s rising … perhaps because I’m new to it. I knew the situation, of course. Jago had told me. But I didn’t realize that it was so far gone.”

She looked at me steadily. “Is it because of you?” she asked.

I tried to look surprised but she went on: “He’s in love with you, and you with him. What are you going to do about it?”

I could see it was no use trying to hold anything back from Rosie. “Nothing,” I said. “What can we do?”

“It’s difficult … You’ve got this place. He’s got that place. The children … The responsibility to the tenants.”

“You see how impossible it is.”

“Are you going on like this … till the storm breaks?”

“What would you do, Rosie?”

She hesitated for a moment then she said: “I’m myself and you are yourself. There could be secret meetings, but how would that end? You’d be discovered sooner or later. That might make things worse. You’re in a trap, both of you. If it weren’t for all this …” She waved her hand. “I’d say, Get out. Go away. Try to make a new life.”

“And what of the estate?”

“Go away for a while. Even a month or so. Come to London. Stay with us. That manager of yours could look after everything, couldn’t he? Yes, that’s the solution. Get away. Sort out your thoughts. You can’t see these things clearly when you’re right on top of them. That’s my advice. Get away. Look at yourself. Look at the future. See what can be done. At the moment you’re sitting on a powder keg. Anything could happen.”

“Do you think it is as dangerous as that?”

“I’ve been in and out of tricky situations. I do have a nose for these things.”

“It’s wonderful to talk to you, Rosie.”

“I’m at your service. Another good thing about this marriage … it has brought us closer together.” She was silent for a moment, then she went on. “In a place like this you live close to people. Everyone seems to know a great deal about everyone else, and with a woman like Gwennie … well, she’s insatiably curious. I suppose her own life is unsatisfactory, so she has to probe into those of others to find the flaws.”

“Not satisfactory! She thinks she has bought herself a wonderful life.”

“And a husband who can’t bear the sight of her. She’s aware of that and she blames him.”

“People always blame others for their own shortcomings.”

“I’ve got to know her quite well. She has a passionate interest in people around her. It’s an unhealthy sort of interest because it is the scandals and the shadowy side which interest her. She told me of your engagement to Jeremy and its ending with the utmost relish. She’s absolutely obsessed by that man with the bees. She knows that it was exactly eight months after her marriage that one of the servants had her baby and that it was not premature. These are the kind of details which absorb her. I think it’s a sort of compensation for shortcomings in her own life which make her rejoice in the frailties of others.”

“You understand her. I think she likes you. I heard through one of the servants that she was delighted with Mr. Jago’s Lady.”

“I’m with her a good deal. I can’t avoid it, being in the house.”

“Does she confide in you?”

“Not about herself. Only about others … what she discovered … what she hopes to discover. Poor Gwennie, I’m sorry for her in a way. She’s not a bad sort. She’s just blind and won’t see. I shall invite her to London, too. But what we want most is for you to come and be with us. Think about it. I am sure it is what you need.”

“It’s wonderful to have you here, Rosie. I shall miss you so much when you have gone.”

How right I was. I felt very lonely after she and Jago left.