Филиппа Карр - Will You Love Me in September

In our bedrooms, fires would be blazing in the grates and there would be warming pans in our beds. Anita and I had to share a room, for although there were numerous rooms, the east wing of the house was shut up and dust-sheeted.

We didn't mind that in the least. We lay awake on the night of Christmas Eve, late as we were, because the day had been too stimulating to induce sleep. Anita told me of Christmases in the rectory with an old aunt who had come to stay with them, and how there was so much cheeseparing that she did enjoy being in a household where there was plenty.-She had been terrified when she had thought she might have to go and live with the old aunt, and had chosen to attempt to earn a living instead.

"Dear Anita," I said, "you will always have a home here.”

She replied that it was kind of me to console her, but her position was precarious, as it must necessarily be, and if she were to offend certain people, she could be dismissed.

"Damans would not easily be offended," I reassured her, "and would never turn you away if you had nowhere to go. You're creating a situation which might never arise.”

Anita laughed because that was what she had once told me I was doing.

So we talked of pleasant things, but I did realize that fear was lurking in Anita's mind. I wished there was something I could do to comfort her.

Christmas morning was bright and sparkling, with the frost glistening on the grass and branches of the beech and oak trees making it like a fairy-tale scene. The ponds were frozen, but as the sun was rising, that would soon be altered. The carol singers came in the morning and there was the traditional custom of inviting them in while they sang especially for us, and afterward they ate plum cake and drank punch brewed for the purpose in the great punch bowl. Anita and I were set to fill goblets, and it was just like other Christmases which I remembered since I came to England.

Then there was the great Christmas dinner, with various meats-turkey, chicken, ham and beef-with so many pies, made in all sorts of shapes, that the table was weighed down with food. There was plum pudding and plum porridge-this last I had not seen before. It was like a soup made with raisins and spices.

Afterward we played all sorts of games, including hide-and-seek, all over the house.

We did charades too, but that was a mistake because it reminded us of Harriet. Priscilla quickly suggested another game. We danced to the fiddlers and some of us sang. Several of our neighbors had joined us and we were a large party, but I was sure some of the family were greatly relieved when the day was over.

"Christmases after a bereavement must necessarily be shadowed by sadness," said Anita.

lay awake again that night and I told her more about Harriet.

"She was an unusual person," I said. "People like her can't go through life without having a marked effect on others.”

I was thinking of people like my mother and Hessenfield-the Beautiful people-and I wondered if I would be one of them when I grew up.

At last we slept, and rose fairly late on Boxing morning. The household was already astir, and when we went down to breakfast u was nine o'clock.

One of the servants told us that Damaris had gone over to Enderby. She wanted to see that all was well and she wanted to tell Smith that we had been persuaded to stay on for a while.

Anita and I were still at breakfast when Benjie came in. We told him that we were going to ride over to Enderby that morning and that Damaris had gone already. She had walked, for she did not ride nowadays. She was taking great care. But she enjoyed walking, even though the doctor had said she must not go too far.

Benjie chatted with us for a while, and later we all rode out together to Enderby.

We tethered our horses and went into the house. The door was open, but there was nothing unusual about that as we knew Damaris was inside.

I was struck immediately by the quietness of the place. Usually when I came in Damon would bark and come bounding toward me, or Damaris would call, or Jeremy, or Smith perhaps. But the silence sent a pricking horror down my spine. I couldn't say why.

The house seemed to have changed. It was as though I were seeing it as the servants saw it-a house in which evil things could happen, a house haunted by the spirits of those who had lived violently and unhappily in it.

It was a passing feeling. Obviously Smith was out. He often was. He took Damon for long walks through the lanes and over the fields.

"Aunt Damaris!" I called.

There was no answer. She must be upstairs and could not hear, I told myself.

I said, "Come on. We'll find her.”

I looked at the other two. It was clear that they had not felt that frisson of fear which had come to me. I started up the stairs ahead of them and saw Damaris' shoe lying at the top of the stairs.

"Something has happened," I said.

Then I saw her. She was lying there in the minstrels' gallery; her face was white and her legs were twisted under her.

Anita was on her knees first. "She's breathing," she said.

I knelt too, looking at my beloved Damaris. She gave a little moan.

Benjie said, "We must get her out of here.”

"Let's get her to one of the rooms," said Anita, and Benjie picked her up. She moaned and I guess that something had gone wrong about the baby. It was far, far too early for it to be born yet. Oh, no, I prayed. Not this one too.

Benjie carried her very gently. I opened a door and he laid her a bed. It was the room which she had recently had refurnished, replacing the velvet with the damask.

"I'll go off at once and get the doctor," said Anita.

"No," interrupted Benjie. "I'll do that. You stay with ' two- Look after her until I come back with her ? ? doctor.”

Anita had had some experience of nursing, for she had looked after her father for several years before his death. She covered Damaris with blankets and told me to get warming pans. I hurried down to the kitchen. A fire was burning there. Oh, where was Smith! If only he would come back he would be a great help. But I knew he walked for miles with Damon and it could be an hour before he returned.

I took up the warming pans and Anita laid them beside Damaris.

Anita looked at me sadly. "I'm afraid she will lose the child," she said.

Damaris opened her eyes. She looked bewildered. Then she saw me and Anita.

"We came over and found you in the gallery," I said.

"I fell," she replied. Then she looked up and saw the damask hangings round the bed.

"Oh, no, no," she moaned. "Not ... here... . Never ... never... .”

Anita touched her forehead, and although Damaris closed her eyes, her expression was disturbed.

It seemed a long time before Benjie came back with the doctor.

When he saw Damaris he said, "She will lose the child.”

Those were sad days at Enderby. Damaris recovered but she s in despair.

It seems I shall never have my own child," she said. "Priscilla came over constantly to see her, but it was Anita who nursed her and made herself indispensable in the household. Benjie stayed on. He would not go until he knew that Damaris was out of danger.

I heard the servants whispering.

It's this house," they said. "It's full of ghosts. How did the tress come to fall?

I reckon it was someone ... something that pushed her.”

"There's never going to be no luck in this house. There's tales about it that go right back into the past.”

I began to wonder whether there was anything in it. When it was quiet in the house I would stand below the minstrels' gallery and fancy that the shadows up there took shape and turned into people who had lived long ago.

Benjie rode over often during that spring and summer, and during one of his visits Anita came to me in the schoolroom looking radiant.