Chapter Eleven #2
They found the two ladies discussing tea and macaroons.
Mrs Scorrier welcomed Venetia into the room with a gracious smile, saying: ‘Such delicious tea, dear Miss Lanyon! I must really ask the housekeeper where she procures it.’ She then saw that Aubrey had entered the room in his sister’s wake, and included him in her welcome.
He bowed rather stiffly, and shook hands with her before turning to Charlotte, and saying: ‘How do you do? How did you leave my brother! Will he soon be following you?’
‘I don’t know – I hope – I did not like to leave him, but Mama thought –’
‘Mama thought that her daughter would be very much better away from the hurly-burly of Cambray!’ interrupted Mrs Scorrier, with the laugh that was already beginning to irritate Venetia.
‘Your brother will certainly be at home by the end of the year, for the Duke means to begin removing the Army at the beginning of next month. Miss Lanyon, I have been saying to Charlotte what a pretty room this is! Quite charming, indeed, and wants nothing but fresh hangings to make it as elegant a saloon as any I have seen.’
Venetia was a little taken aback by this, but replied with composure, and, in the hope that if she could engage Mrs Scorrier in conversation Aubrey and Charlotte might become acquainted, sat down beside her on the sofa.
Mrs Scorrier was perfectly ready to talk, and soon showed that she possessed the ability to maintain more than her share of one conversation while interpolating remarks every now and then into another.
Whatever was addressed to her daughter she answered, and whatever Charlotte said she either corrected or amplified.
Her manner was good-humoured, she smiled almost continuously, but it was not long before Venetia became convinced that she was being regarded with suspicious hostility.
Mrs Scorrier was lavish in paying her compliments, but contrived at the same time to disparage; and Venetia, who had never before encountered her like, was puzzled to account for her attitude.
She seemed to be determined to see in her daughter’s sister-in-law a foe whom it was necessary to overcome; and by talking about the changes Charlotte would no doubt inaugurate at Undershaw, and assuring Venetia how well she understood what must be her feelings at being obliged to hand over the reins of government to another, she made it plain that she was very jealous of Charlotte’s rights, and very ready to do battle in defence of them.
At the end of nearly an hour, when Mrs Gurnard came in, at her most stately, to offer to conduct the two ladies to their respective bedchambers, Venetia knew that the comfort of Undershaw was over, and that the immediate future promised nothing but strife and vexation.
In addition to her hostility Mrs Scorrier possessed a managing disposition, and an uncontrollable desire to show everyone, from Venetia down to the gardener’s boy, a better way of performing any given task, whether it was the direction of a household or the preservation of geraniums. Even the cook, whose macaroons Mrs Scorrier had declared to be as good as Gunter’s, was to be given a recipe which would be found to be superior; and, as though the mental vision conjured up by this promise was not horrid enough, she further promised to furnish Venetia with the name of an excellent surgeon who, she had no doubt at all, would know just what to do to cure Aubrey’s lameness.
Venetia acquitted her of malice, but found no difficulty in understanding why it was that so many people had (according to herself) so frequently behaved disgracefully to her.
Once she was assured that the bedchamber prepared for Charlotte had been occupied by her predecessor she was pleased to approve of it; but when Venetia smiled at Charlotte, and said: ‘You will tell me, won’t you, if you have not everything you need?
’ she shook a reproving finger, and said in a rallying tone: ‘No, no, Miss Lanyon, don’t, I beg of you, encourage my lazy little puss to depend on you!
I have been telling her that now she is a married lady and the mistress of her own house she must learn to give her own orders, and not rely upon me, or you, to manage for her. ’
When Venetia presently left her own room, and went downstairs again, she found Charlotte seated alone in the drawing-room.
She was elegantly dressed in an evening-gown of silk with a demi-train, but she looked far more like a scared schoolgirl than a fashionable matron, and she instinctively rose to her feet as soon as she saw Venetia.
Glad to have an opportunity of talking to her without the intervention of Mrs Scorrier, Venetia exerted herself to put her at her ease.
She was only partially successful, and soon realised that while Charlotte’s pliant disposition and amiability of temper made her anxious to please, these meek attributes also made it impossible for her to withstand the domination of her strongminded mother.
If she had put it into words (a feat of which she was wholly incapable) that Mrs Scorrier had warned her to beware of her sister-in-law, that fact could not have been more evident; and since she had neither a sense of humour nor the habit of plain speaking, Venetia’s smiling request that she might not be regarded as an ogress merely served to cast her into incoherent embarrassment.
Only when she spoke of Conway did she become at all natural, and forget her shyness in hero-worship.
He was a demi-god who had miraculously fallen in love with her; the very thought of his magnificence made her cheeks glow, and her soft eyes shine; and in recounting his daring deeds and sage utterance she grew quite animated.
Venetia might be amused by this unrecognisable portrait of her brother but she was also touched, and readily perceived what it was that had attracted Conway to this somewhat insipid girl.
She said kindly: ‘It must have made you very unhappy to have been obliged to leave him. I do most sincerely feel for you!’
Tears sprang to Charlotte’s eyes. ‘Oh, it was so dreadful! I didn’t wish to go, but he thought it the only thing, because Colonel Skidby was uncivil to Mama, which made it so very awkward for Conway, because of course Mama wouldn’t submit to being insulted, and so we couldn’t invite the Colonel to our parties, which made it excessively uncomfortable for Conway!
Only fancy! that horrid man spread the most untruthful tales about poor Mama, and a great many people believed him, and took his part, and behaved very unkindly, so that she was positively obliged to tell Lord Hill the whole story, which made Conway say that – which made him think that it would be best if we came back to England!
’ She ended this impulsive recital on an apprehensive note, and added hurriedly: ‘And, besides that, I was not very well!’
‘I don’t wonder at it!’ said Venetia, a merry twinkle in her eye. ‘In your place I rather think I should have taken to my bed! I can conceive of nothing worse than finding oneself in the centre of a quarrel.’
‘Oh, it was so dreadful!’ said Charlotte involuntarily, and shuddering at the recollection.
‘It made me quite hysterical, so of course Mama would not leave me – not that there was any question – for I am sure I could never bear to be parted from her, and particularly when I’m feeling poorly!
’ She began to pleat her handkerchief, and said haltingly: ‘Mama – Mama sometimes says things – but she doesn’t mean them – and she has had a great deal to bear, because Papa was not wealthy, and his family behaved in such a disagreeable way, taking my Aunt Elizabeth’s part when she was rude to poor Mama, and not making her beg pardon, so that there was nothing for Mama to do but to cut the connection.
And then Papa died of fever, which he contracted in the Peninsula, for he was a military man, like Conway, you know, and so Mama had only my sister and me to live for. ’
‘Have you just the one sister?’ enquired Venetia, unable to think of a suitable comment to make on Mrs Scorrier’s trials.
‘Yes, my sister Fanny. She is older than I am, but we were the greatest friends! It was so sad! She was married two years ago, and has a dear little baby, which I have never seen, because my brother-in-law, whom we had thought to be a most amiable man, has such a jealous disposition that he was quite unpleasant to Mama when we went to stay with him and Fanny, and said he would not have her meddling and making trouble in his house, only because she thought it her duty to advise my sister to turn off the housekeeper, who was quite shockingly extravagant, and even, Mama suspected, dishonest!’
Before Venetia had well recovered from the effects of this artless speech Mrs Scorrier had entered the room, and the impulse to warn Charlotte that any attempt to rid Undershaw of its housekeeper could only lead to the discomfiture of her mama had to be abandoned.