Dilly Court - The River Maid

‘What are you two talking about?’ Jacob limped into the kitchen. ‘What’s going on between you?’

‘Nothing, Pa,’ Essie said hastily. ‘Mr Raven has found me employment in a big house Up West. The money will keep us going until you’re fit enough to return to work.’

Jacob glared at Raven, lowering his brow in a scowl. ‘I won’t have you taking advantage of my daughter, sir.’

‘I promise you that there’s nothing untoward in my dealings with Miss Chapman.’ Raven dropped a leather pouch onto the kitchen table with a clink of coins. ‘You’ll be well recompensed, Chapman. I always pay my debts.’

Jacob snatched up the money before Essie had a chance to make a move. ‘Pa, I’ll need some of that,’ she protested.

‘You abandoned me in favour of your new friends. I can manage very well on my own.’ Jacob tucked the pouch into his pocket and returned to the front parlour, slamming the door behind him.

Essie sighed. ‘He’ll spend all of it in the Grapes, treating his friends to rum punch.’

‘You don’t have to put up with a life like this,’ Raven said earnestly. ‘I’m sure my cousin would take you on permanently, should you wish to leave Limehouse.’

‘This is my home. The river and the people round here are part of me and this is where I belong.’

‘It’s a shame to have such a limited outlook at your age. There’s a whole world out there, if you chose to embrace it.’

Essie placed her teacup in the stone sink. ‘Maybe I ought to commit a crime so that I get transported to Australia like you. Would that broaden my horizon, Mr Raven?’

‘I wouldn’t go so far as that,’ he said, laughing. ‘But you’re a pretty young woman and you’re bright. You deserve more than this.’

Essie had a sudden vision of herself married to Ben, living in rented rooms further down the street with a new baby arriving like clockwork every year. It was the fate of most women in Limehouse – either that or working until they dropped with exhaustion, starvation or succumbing to one of the many diseases that were rife amongst the poor.

‘Isn’t it time we were gone?’ she said briskly. ‘The sooner you get your affairs sorted out the sooner you can return to your goldmine and leave us all in peace.’

Essie sat in the clerk’s office waiting for Raven to emerge. The clock on the wall opposite ticked noisily, accompanied by the scratching of the clerk’s pen as he wrote laboriously, the tip of his tongue clamped between two rows of yellowed teeth. Essie shifted her position on the hard seat of the wooden chair, which was not designed for comfort. Every so often the clerk sniffed and gave her a sideways glance before returning to the ledger in front of him. The sound of a door opening and closing followed by footsteps made them both sit up.

Raven strode past Essie. ‘Come along. It’s time to go.’

She leaped to her feet and followed him out of the building into Lincoln’s Inn. ‘What happened?’ she demanded. ‘Where are we going now?’

He walked on until they were in the relative seclusion of the sunlit gardens, and he came to a halt. Taking a document from his inside pocket he placed it in her hand. ‘Take this to Hill Street and give it to Lady Alice in person.’

Essie tucked it into her reticule. ‘I will, of course, but can you tell me what this is all about?’

He shook his head. ‘Remember that I’m an escaped convict and aiding me is a crime, so the less you know, the better, for your own sake.’

‘But you were just standing up for your brother. You’re the injured party because you took his punishment. I still don’t understand why you did that.’

‘If it were your brother, George, who had got himself in a fix, wouldn’t you do your utmost to help him?’

‘Yes, of course, but surely you’ve suffered enough?’

Raven smiled a charming, crooked smile that made him look infinitely more approachable and gave him an almost boyish appearance. ‘I’m tough – I can take hardship and come out on top. I’ve made a fortune in Australia and I intend to share it with those nearest and dearest to me. By investing wisely I’ll have something to come home to when I’m a free man, but what I really want is to appeal against the sentence in the hope of acquittal.’

‘You’re taking a terrible risk.’

‘The ship that brought me here is due to sail tomorrow and I’ll be leaving then. My mission is accomplished, almost.’

‘Almost?’

He held up his hand to hail a passing cab. ‘You ask too many questions. Take this to Alice and soon you’ll be rid of me.’ He bundled her into the cab, barely waiting for it to stop. ‘Hill Street, cabby.’

Lady Alice took the sealed document from Essie. ‘You’ve done well, thank you.’

‘Am I finished here now, my lady?’

‘I think we’d best wait until my cousin is safely on board ship and on his way back to Australia before we make any rash decisions. The sooner he leaves the better for all of us.’

Essie hesitated, waiting for further instructions. ‘Shall I continue to work in the sewing room, my lady?’

Lady Alice broke the seal and studied the contents, frowning. ‘Yes, continue as you did yesterday. I don’t want the servants to suspect anything. You’d best keep to your room and I’ll have Dixon bring your meals to you. I don’t want a whispering game to start in the servants’ hall.’

‘Yes, my lady.’ Realising that she had been dismissed, Essie left Lady Alice poring over the document. She closed the door and was making for the back stairs when she bumped into Sadie.

‘Oh, you’ve come back,’ Sadie cried joyfully. ‘They was laying bets below stairs that you wouldn’t last another day.’

‘I don’t know why,’ Essie said warily. ‘It’s quite an easy, pleasant sort of job.’

‘Mrs Dent told Cook that she didn’t think you was the sort who would settle down to such mundane tasks. She said you was probably flighty and good-looking girls was always trouble.’

‘I don’t know whether to be annoyed or flattered,’ Essie laughed, but the memory of Diggory Tyce’s attempt to kiss her had haunted her dreams and she had awakened that morning feeling sick and angry.

‘You won’t say nothing, will you?’ Sadie asked anxiously. ‘I’ll get me ears boxed for certain if you tell on me.’

‘Don’t worry, I won’t say a word. Anyway, Lady Alice said you were to bring me my meals so I won’t be mixing with the servants below stairs.’

Sadie’s eyes rounded in surprise and her mouth dropped open. ‘Lawks, who would have thought it? She don’t normally interfere with the running of things – Mrs Dent does that. Her majesty below stairs won’t be best pleased.’

Essie left Sadie standing at the foot of the narrow staircase, muttering to herself. There was enough intrigue going on without involving the servants in Hill Street, and she doubted if Sadie could resist the temptation to pass on a juicy piece of gossip sparked off by a careless word.

There was a fresh pile of mending in the sewing room and Essie set to work with a will. At least she could enjoy the peace and quiet up here above the trees tops, although she had a feeling that a storm was brewing. There was no particular reason for alarm but Essie had seen the expression of Lady Alice’s face when she read the document, and it was one of puzzlement followed by a tightening of the lips and a furrowed brow.

When the sun was high in the sky at midday Sadie arrived with a bowl of soup and a chunk of bread. After a brief greeting she disappeared again, returning minutes later with a tea tray. ‘Her ladyship said you was to be treated well.’ She dumped the tray on the table with an expressive sigh. ‘You ought to be a fly on the wall in the kitchen, miss. They don’t know who you are or where you came from, and it’s driving them all mad. Mr Fielding is the worst. He says you’re up to no good and her ladyship should be warned, and then Mrs Dent told him to hold his tongue and he didn’t like that one bit. Then Cook stood up for him and she got a mouthful from Mrs Dent, because she won’t take cheek from no one. It’s better than a trip to the circus down there.’