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  ‘Thank you, Lady Carpenter,’ James replied with a smile. ‘And thank you also for your kind hospitality earlier.’

  As the two of them walked towards the door, Lord Reginald said, ‘Wait for me, I’m coming with you.’

  The three of them walked to the stable block in silence. It was only when they entered the cobbled yard that Lady Jane spoke. ‘I’m so sorry that Miss Malvern seems out of sorts …’ She let her voice trail off, not wishing to make apologies for her hostess, who had behaved badly.

  Lord Reginald shook James’s hand before he stepped up into the waiting carriage. ‘Good to see you again, Falconer. Remember what I said.’

  ‘Thank you, sir. I won’t forget.’

  Jane and Reginald, watching the carriage roll out of the yard, then finally turned and looked at each other as it went out of the gates.

  It was Jane who spoke first. ‘You like Falconer. You offered him a job, didn’t you?’

  ‘As good as. Told him to come and talk to me if he tires of Malvern’s. I think he’s first rate, Jane. His self-control, his confidence, his impeccable manners are everything I need in my executives, wonderful qualities. Don’t you agree?’

  ‘I do indeed. He’s a very nice young man. Rather exceptional, in my opinion.’

  ‘Damned right he is, and I can’t believe how rude Alexis was to him. She was awful. I hope she doesn’t behave like that at the Malvern Company.’

  ‘You seem to have forgotten she doesn’t go to work there any more,’ said Jane with a laugh. ‘I fully believe James Falconer runs the company, and that he’s Henry’s right-hand man.’

  ‘Then she’s a fool, not going to attend to her business … the one she’ll inherit one day. However, would any woman truly be able to run such a company, with several different divisions?’

  Jane shook her head. ‘I don’t know. She was very involved in it before she became engaged to Sebastian. And I do think she’s getting worse, more introspective … she seems to be hiding down here, and she’s still focused on Sebastian. Sadly.’

  ‘As I said, we must find a way to shock her into thinking of her future, get her to move on, unless you believe she should return to Vienna to see Dr Freud.’

  ‘I don’t think that would help. We must come up with something … important to her … something that might be at risk,’ Jane said.

  Lord Reggie came to a stop and turned to his wife to face her. ‘I don’t know what that could be, but I’ll do some hard thinking. Right now, I’d like to go back to the house and up to the nursery. I haven’t seen my heirs since breakfast.’

  Jane smiled at him, her face suddenly radiant. ‘This is the perfect time. They’ll have had their afternoon nap, and be ready to smile and gurgle at you, and happily kick their legs in the air.’

  Laughing, suddenly feeling much more cheerful, Reggie took hold of Jane’s hand. Together they walked back inside, happily silent, and went up to the nursery to see their twin sons, Sebastian and Keir, whom Reggie often referred to as his ‘little miracles’.

  It was during supper, later that night, that Lord Reginald had a brainwave.

  Claudia and her husband, Cornelius Glendenning, known as Connie to his friends, had arrived just in time for supper. Halfway through the main course, Claudia made a reference to a fact Reggie had forgotten.

  She was explaining to her husband that her father had loved this house, and had built part of it himself. Like everyone else who heard this, Connie was taken by surprise.

  ‘I can’t imagine Sebastian on a ladder with a hammer or a paintbrush. He was far too elegant,’ Connie said. ‘Mind you he was full of surprises, often doing the unexpected.’

  As Reggie listened to this brief discussion between Sebastian’s eldest daughter and her husband about Goldenhurst, the relaxed farmhouse that Sebastian had loved so much, it came to him. Reggie suddenly knew what to do, what would shock Alexis to the core. But not yet. The timing had to be right.

  He felt himself relaxing, some of the tension of earlier dissipating. Both he and Jane worried about Alexis. What troubled them most was this change in her personality. Once full of charm, she was now often cantankerous.

  That had certainly risen to the surface with Falconer. Perhaps it wasn’t hatred for him at all. Two sides to a coin, his grandmother Carpenter often said, pointing out that love and hate went together.

  The thought lingered in Reggie’s head all through supper, knowing Alexis the way he did. If she was attracted to Falconer, she would also feel guilty because she had loved Sebastian so much. But Sebastian had now been dead for over a year, and he of all people would have wanted her to start a new life.

  We shall see, we shall see, Reggie thought as he sipped the red wine, one of Sebastian’s best. The first thing was to see if Alexis would give up this self-imposed isolation from society and immersion in her grief. It might have suited Queen Victoria, but it was quite the wrong course for a woman like Alexis.

  SEVEN

  ‘Well, that’s that,’ Henry Malvern said, looking across at James. ‘She’s not coming back.’ He held the letter in his hand for a moment longer and then threw it in the grate.

  The two men were sitting in front of a blazing fire in the library of Henry Malvern’s house early on Saturday evening. The roads from Kent had been empty and Bolland had made it in excellent time.

  It was James who broke the silence when he said, ‘Does she mean never? Or maybe in a few months?’

  ‘The latter, as ever,’ Henry responded quietly, and then shook his head. ‘But I’m beginning to think she will never come back … that she’s stringing me along. How say you, Falconer?’

  ‘It’s hard to answer that question, sir. Deep down inside, I believe she will realize she has a responsibility to you. And I know she thinks of Malvern’s as her company. Also, I have a feeling she might eventually get bored sitting in the depths of the Kentish countryside. And as the months pass she might start looking to the future, finally leaving the grief behind.’

  ‘I hope so, for her sake. What kind of life is it, longing for a dead man?’ He sighed deeply. ‘I thought she had started to recover after her spell in Vienna, that when she visited France with you on my behalf she was ready to return to the company. No one expected her to vanish again. When I wrote today, urgently needing her approval on the Hull plans and her signature, I thought I’d told her enough about the plans for the future, the things we were doing in order to encourage her, to excite her, to push her into coming back … but apparently not.’ Throwing James another questioning glance, he asked, ‘How was Alexis anyway? Did she look well? Was she dowdy or glamorous? Was she alone or did she have guests?’

  ‘Yes, she did have guests, Mr Malvern. Lord and Lady Carpenter were there and she was expecting Mr and Mrs Glendenning. She didn’t look dowdy, but she certainly wasn’t what I’d call glamorous in her appearance. She had been riding and was dressed in the appropriate habit, still in mourning colours, of course. However, she appeared to be well …’ James paused for a moment, wondering how truthful to be. He decided he was going to tell Mr Malvern exactly what happened.

  James announced, ‘I’m afraid she wasn’t particularly happy to see me. She was a bit rude, actually. I let it float over my head, so to speak, and gave her your letter. I waited for her reply and she was glad to see the back of me, I do know that, sir.’

  ‘I’m sorry she was rude, Falconer. You didn’t deserve such treatment, since you were there at my request. But I’ve noticed those angry moods when she has been here in London. Not like her at all … not as she used to be, I mean.’

  ‘It’s surprising to me she wasn’t excited about the idea of a new arcade in Hull,’ James volunteered. ‘Building something is always a great venture, even an adventure. I can’t wait for next year, when we start the construction.’

  ‘Once we’ve found the site,’ Henry reminded him. ‘I hope we’re ready for the trip up there next week, since your cousin William now has a few good sites for us to view
.’

  ‘I’ll write to him, sir, and tell him to expect us next Tuesday or Wednesday. Which day do you prefer?’

  ‘Tuesday, and if we have to stay on we will, and come back later in the week.’ Henry sighed again and sadness slipped into his eyes. After a moment or two staring into the fire, he said, ‘If Alexis doesn’t want the company, doesn’t want to come and supervise the running of it, even while we’re in Hull, if she can’t do that herself …’ He stopped, seemed to choke up. But he shrugged and finished, ‘I suppose I should think of selling it.’

  ‘Don’t sell it, Mr Malvern. I feel certain Alexis will come to her senses, be back here sooner than you believe.’

  Henry rose and walked across to the drinks table, poured cognac into two balloons and carried them back to the fireside. ‘Here you are, Falconer, a bit of good old Napoleon. I want to make a toast to the new arcade in Hull.’

  James was not a big drinker, but he took the brandy balloon and clinked his glass to Mr Malvern’s. ‘To the new Malvern arcade.’

  ‘In the City of Gaiety,’ Henry added, and took a swallow of the brandy. ‘And to all of our other projects,’ he added.

  James smiled, took a sip of the drink and felt a slight burning in the back of his throat. ‘I suppose you are going to spend what’s left of tonight with your parents,’ Henry murmured, cutting into James’s thoughts.

  ‘Yes, I am, sir, when I leave here. I enjoy being at home with my family.’

  A fleeting smile crossed Henry’s face and was gone. ‘I wish I could say the same,’ he said in a wistful voice. ‘Anyway, Bolland will drive you to Camden Town.’

  Paying attention to him and listening to him carefully, James felt a sudden twinge of sadness for Henry Malvern, who was undoubtedly rather lonely. And then it turned into a surge of genuine anger about Alexis, who was being unkind to her father, strange in her behaviour towards him. It was as if she were unaware of his existence these days.

  Finally he said, ‘Thank you for offering the carriage, sir. I’m grateful for your kindness.’

  Although he arrived late, Rossi was so happy to see her brother, she hugged him tightly for a good few minutes, before standing away and staring at him. ‘You get better and better,’ she said, laughing, holding onto his arm. ‘You look like … a shiny new penny, James Lionel Falconer, and I’m proud to be your sister.’

  ‘Adoring sister,’ Eddie corrected her, grinning at his older brother. ‘And I agree with her – you gleam, Jimmy, but maybe more like a brass button than a penny.’

  James couldn’t help laughing at Eddie’s comment. After squeezing his younger brother’s shoulder affectionately, he walked forward into the cosy kitchen. He stood with his back to the fireplace, enjoying the warmth of the fire blazing up the chimney.

  He glanced around, loving everything about this room in which he had grown up: the copper pots, pans and moulds hanging on a wall, gleaming brightly in the light from the gas lamps. The long oak table under the window was set for supper, with ten chairs squeezed around it; closer to him were the big armchairs facing the fire. One of the old leather chairs was his father’s favourite; it was where he sat and read the newspaper, enjoyed a glass of beer, finally relaxing after being on his feet all day in the Malvern market. It was Eddie who helped him on the stalls these days.

  He smiled to himself, remembering the many times he had sat at that long table, reading a book, or helping Eddie with his reading and writing.

  He never had to help his sister, who was quite the scholar. When it came to history, English, writing essays and stories, no one could surpass her. Rossi’s sewing was even better in a certain sense. The shawls she made were intricately put together so that they looked like works of art. In fact, he thought they were Art with a capital ‘A’.

  James loved Rossi very much, and admired her talent. Over the last few years she had developed into a really good designer. His mother worked with her and, in the past year, he had convinced Rossi to hire some of the local women to help out with shawls, scarves, and capes. Sewing was a national hobby. Every woman in England sewed; the women Rossi had selected from the area of Camden were good at what they did, and Rossi was thriving.

  Glancing across at Rossi now, James said in a warm and loving tone, ‘The last few shawls you made were so beautiful, Rossi. The way you place various fabrics at angles … sort of like a patchwork, but somehow better.’

  ‘Thank you, James,’ Rossi responded with a quick, pleased smile.

  She walked over to the cupboard and took out the rest of the glasses and plates. James joined her, and they placed them at each setting, to finish the table.

  Eddie left his own special little corner to one side of the fireplace, where he kept his easel and paintbrushes. He always had a canvas he was at work on, painting being his passion.

  ‘I’m glad Grandma and Grandpa are here tonight,’ Eddie said, coming to stand next to his brother, smiling up at him.

  ‘So am I,’ James replied. ‘How lucky we are that the Honourable Mister and Lady Agatha are in Europe for two months, which means our grandparents are free to join us on Saturdays. I’m just sorry I’m so late.’

  Rossi nodded. ‘It’s like a gift, having them here. Uncle George and Uncle Harry have also arrived. They’re in the front room. With Father.’

  ‘So Uncle Harry isn’t making the supper tonight?’ James asked, surprise echoing in his voice.

  ‘No, we did it,’ Eddie announced.

  ‘Mother has been supervising us,’ Rossi explained. ‘She’s just changing her frock. She’ll be down in a few minutes.’

  ‘You should have told me that the other day,’ James said. ‘Forewarned is forearmed.’

  ‘I made a lamb stew this morning and cooked it with carrots, parsnips and chopped onions, plus a few herbs. Now that you’re here I’ll put it back in the oven.’

  ‘I’ll go and greet everyone,’ James smiled at her. ‘But come and get me if you need me.’

  When the entire Falconer family came together for their Saturday night suppers, it was always a joyous occasion. Tonight was no exception: they loved each other and were proud of their endeavours and achievements, and revelled in being with each other. They hadn’t seen Philip and Esther since the supper at the Montague London house, and everyone was relieved to see that their grandfather was moving around freely on crutches now.

  Philip, still with a cast on his leg, was full of praise for Matthew’s stalls, for James and his success at the Malvern Company and Eddie for his artistic efforts. He also complimented his two other sons, remarking on George’s latest story for The Chronicle and pointing out, with pride in his voice, that Harry was about to open a fully fledged restaurant at last. He added that he was happy Harry was keeping the name Rendezvous, which was what his café was also called.

  ‘Because everyone has loved the café, they’ll recognize the name and come rushing over. You will be flooded with customers.’

  Everyone laughed. Picking up his glass of red wine, which he always chose over the beer the other men drank, Philip toasted the women present. His wife Esther, his daughter-in-law Maude, and his granddaughter Rossi. The men joined in, full of smiles.

  The stew had been relished, called the best they’d ever eaten, and seconds were served. Later, it was Maude and Esther who cut slices of apple pie and covered them with Bird’s custard. The finishing touch was a cup of coffee for those who enjoyed it.

  Surveying the table at one moment, looking at each and every member of his family, James Lionel Falconer understood how lucky he was to be part of this clan. In their different ways, they were all quite wonderful. And very special. He loved them and they loved him, and that was all that mattered. Whatever was unfolding in his work, they would support him. If he chose not to take up the extraordinary chance Henry Malvern had offered him, the chance to move on from working the market to being in business, he knew his family would champion him, however risky it might seem. And as for Alexis Malvern? His eyes rested on h
is parents, Matthew and Maude. The love they had was what he yearned for some day – a love that was kind and true. And nothing about Alexis Malvern made him believe he would find it with her.

  PART TWO

  True Friendship

  London/Hull/

  Gloucestershire

  1890

  EIGHT

  James Falconer stood in front of the mirror in his bedroom, giving himself the once-over. He nodded and decided he looked correct, finally admitted he liked his new dark navy-blue suit after all. It had been an investment he’d felt he needed to make, but he’d had to save hard for it.

  Straightening his dark navy cravat, he turned away from the mirror and left the bedroom, taking out his pocket watch as he did so. It was exactly five minutes to five. He realized he might as well go down to the street. His colleague and friend Peter Keller was picking him up in a carriage in a few minutes.

  He locked the door of the small flat behind him and ran down the stairs. It was a lovely June afternoon. The sun was still shining in a clear blue sky above the tall thin Georgian houses that lined their street, many of them given over to lodgings and apartments like his uncle’s. As he stood on the front steps of their building, he suddenly grinned at the sight of Uncle George walking towards him.

  ‘Well, well, well, don’t you look the toff,’ George said, also grinning. ‘And where are you off to, all dressed up and fit to kill?’ Then he frowned. ‘Must be somewhere special, you’re usually working till midnight.’

  ‘I’m going to a supper for Natalya Parkinson – Natalie, as we call her outside the office – who works at Malvern’s, as you know. Her aunt is Mrs Lorne, the well-known philanthropist. She’s giving a little celebration because Mr Malvern has put Natalie on the Hull team.’ James winked. ‘At my suggestion. She’s going to work with me on the building of the new arcade, as my assistant.’