Jane Orcutt: All the Tea in China

When I inquired where Nai Nai secured the opium, her gaze flickered downward for just a moment.

“Oh, Fragrance, how could you?” I said. “She is your mistress.”

She raised her head defiantly. “She asked me to find it for her. I do as I am told.”

When you feel like it, apparently. “And do you also pocket a small sum for its procurement?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I think you do,” I said, folding my arms.

She sighed. “Very well. My betrothed knows some of the foreign traders near the port, and Madame Wong buys it from him through me. Of course I get a small sum for my trouble.”

“I want you to stop. Now,” I said firmly. “You will be the death of Madame Wong, and then where would you go?” For some reason, I thought about Julia Whipple and breathed a prayer of thanks that she had found a happier life.

Fragrance laughed. “I will go with my betrothed.”

And I am certain that he has a lovely home and a charming life for you. “Until such time as you are no longer in the employ of Madame Wong-and that time may come sooner than you think-you must buy no more opium. Is that understood?” I drew myself up to my full height. “I am in charge.”

I must have employed the precise amount of command, for she bowed.

For a first day’s work, I felt rather pleased with myself. Now to speak with Nai Nai.

I found her in her room, sitting on a chair and staring out the window, hands folded in her lap. Her eyes seemed dull and unfocused, the smell of a sweetish smoke clinging to her clothes. I knew that she was probably under the drug’s influence.

I turned to leave. “You have assumed command of my house,” she said.

I entered the room and stood beside her. “I thought it best.”

She turned to me, unblinking. “Best for you, of course.”

“You are… troubled lately,” I said. I saw no reason to discuss her drug use when she was currently under its wicked spell.

“I am troubled for my son. You are not the proper wife for him.”

Thank you for your thoughtful words! “He believes that I am,” I said. “Marriage is the choice of a man and a woman where we live.” I thought of David and Catherine Ransom and added silently, Most of the time!

“That is what his father told me too. He was wrong.”

I knelt before her chair. “Nai Nai, I am sorry for what happened so many years ago. I am certain that you have endured much grief. A heart once broken is not easily mended.”

“I will endure even more when my son returns. He tells me that you and he plan to return to your foreign land again.”

I paused. “I do not wish it so.”

“You would remain in China?”

“That is why I traveled here. To stay.”

She closed her eyes, and I thought I saw a dreamy smile cross her face. Within a moment, her head nodded forward. I rose, alarmed, but then I heard a gentle snore and knew her merely to be asleep.

I called for Fragrance to help me, and we saw Nai Nai into her bed. Fragrance departed as quickly as possible, but I remained to see that Nai Nai was adequately covered. Her face had a waxy yellow cast, and she appeared older than I had ever seen her.

“Is Mother going to be all right?” Little Sister said from the doorway.

I turned, wondering how much of the truth Little Sister knew. I held my fingers to my lips even though I doubted we could disturb Nai Nai. I tiptoed to the door for effect, however, and beckoned Little Sister outside. “She is not feeling well,” I said.

Little Sister made a face. “She has not been feeling well much at all lately. I wish Elder Brother were still here. She was happy then.”

Little Sister shuffled down the hall, her head hanging low. Anger rose in my heart that Nai Nai could be so selfish as to ignore her daughter this way. It was time for something to be done, I determined, and I would tell Nai Nai-whenever I next saw her-that that smoke had been her last.

Fragrance grudgingly led me to Nai Nai’s stash of opium, of which I personally oversaw the destruction. As much as I liked the opium-infused Nai Nai for her quiet and mild state more than the normal, bellicose Nai Nai, I was determined to confront her. She did not appear for breakfast, and I lingered over my congee, thinking of Phineas.

The fear that he might not return had not abated. Nor had my longing for him. Was he so focused on obtaining the tea leaves that he had forgotten me? Would his desire for me be overwhelmed with the sense of purpose he had had ever since we first met? Would bandits waylay him along the road?

Fragrance appeared at the table, startling me. “My betrothed, Chow Wah, is here to see you, Mistress.” She beckoned him toward the table, and a scruffier fellow I do not believe I have ever seen. How could she bring him here? Surely she knew the proper etiquette would have been for me to have met him in a more formal setting. I was still at my breakfast, for goodness’ sake!

She did not even bow, but stepped back, a little smile on her face. Chow Wah stared at me coldly, acknowledging me with no greeting. “Fragrance has told me that you have destroyed Madame Wong’s opium.”

“That is true.”

His face brightened. “Then perhaps she will buy some today. My interest is not in a completed sale, but in future sales.”

“There will be no future commerce between Madame Wong and yourself,” I said firmly. “She does not need what you sell.”

“That is for her to decide.”

“It is for me, as her daughter-in-law and the only one who seems to care about her welfare.” I frowned at him. “You are fortunate that my husband is not here, for he would give you an earful about trading with foreigners who do not care for your country or its citizens.”

He laughed. “I don’t care about what my customers do with the product. I am only interested in their money.”

“Obviously. Now you must leave.”

He folded his arms. “Not without speaking to Madame Wong.”

“Very well.” I turned to Fragrance. “If you do not show Chow Wah out, you may pack your bags and go with him.”

Her jaw dropped. “But I-”

I raised a brow.

“Very well.” She bowed at me, then gestured for Chow Wah to leave. He gave me one final glare but thankfully departed.

When Fragrance returned, I asked her to call all the servants. She kept her expression carefully hidden, so I could not gauge her attitude. They appeared in short order, however, and I stood before them like Captain Malfort in front of his crew aboard the Dignity. Indeed, this household was not much different than a ship, and if we were to stay afloat, we must all labor together toward the same purpose.

“A man was admitted to Madame Wong’s household today, a man by the name of Chow Wah,” I said. “I am certain that you know him, for Fragrance claims him as her betrothed.”

Fragrance glanced downward, but the others stared at me, attentive.

“He is not to be admitted to this home again, and anyone who does so will find himself unemployed and on the street. Is that clear?”

They all nodded. From some of the expressions on their faces, I gathered that they were already familiar with Chow Wah’s charming nature.

“Fragrance?” I prodded.

She looked me in the eye, and her gaze could have cowed a lesser lady. I, however, would have none of it. I met her expression measure for measure until she glanced away. She gave a quick nod.

I relaxed. “Madame Wong is not well,” I said. “We must all take extra care in our duties, particularly keeping her and Miss Splendor in mind. This is their home. We must do what we can to make their lives comfortable. I will brook no laziness, neglect, or disrespect. Is that clear?”

Again they nodded, Fragrance with them this time. Some of them actually looked relieved. Uncle Toby had been an easygoing man, but once or twice over the years, I had seen him speak sternly with an indifferent servant, and both had always been the better for it.