real mother raised her ponderous brows.
‘I don’t seem to remember your ever giving Molly much of a chance,’ said Frederick.
‘But it’s so co-o-o-ld in England,’ moaned Deborah.
James, in his bright, overbright clothes, a handsome well-preserved gent dressed for a southern summer, allowed himself the ironical snort of the oldster at youthful tactlessness, and his look at his wife and her husband apologized for Deborah. ‘And anyway,’ he insisted, ‘it isn’t my style. You’re quite wrong, Harriet. The opposite is true. People are brainwashed into believing family life is the best. But that’s the past.’
‘If you don’t like it, then why are you here?’ demanded Harriet, much too belligerently for this pleasant morning scene. Then she blushed and exclaimed, ‘No, I didn’t mean that!’
‘No, of course you don’t mean it,’ said Dorothy. ‘You’re overtired.’
‘We are here because it’s lovely,’ said a schoolgirl cousin of David’s. She had an unhappy, or at least complicated, family background, and she had taken to spending her holidays here, her parents pleased she was having a taste of real family life. Her name was Bridget.
David and Harriet were exchanging long supportive humorous looks, as they often did, and had not heard the schoolgirl, who was now sending them pathetic glances.
‘Come on, you two,’ said William, ‘tell Bridget she’s welcome.’
‘What? What’s the matter?’ demanded Harriet.
William said, ‘Bridget has to be told by you that she is welcome. Well – we all do, from time to time,’ he added, in his facetious way, and could not help sending a look at his wife.
‘Well, naturally you are welcome, Bridget,’ said David. He sent a glance to Harriet, who said at once. ‘But of course.’ She meant, That goes without saying; and the weight of a thousand marital discussions was behind it, causing Bridget to look from David to Harriet and back, and then around the whole family, saying, ‘When I get married, this is what I am going to do. I’m going to be like Harriet and David, and have a big house and a lot of children…and you’ll all be welcome.’ She was fifteen, a plain dark plump girl who they all knew would shortly blossom and become beautiful. They told her so.
‘It’s natural,’ said Dorothy tranquilly. ‘You haven’t any sort of a home really, so you value it.’
‘Something wrong with that logic,’ said Molly.
The schoolgirl looked around the table, at a loss.
‘My mother means that you can only value something if you’ve experienced it,’ said David. ‘But I am the living proof that isn’t so.’
‘If you’re saying you didn’t have a proper home,’ said Molly, ‘that’s just nonsense.’
‘You had two,’ said James.
‘I had my room,’ said David. ‘My room – that was home.’
‘Well, I suppoe we must be grateful for that concession. I was not aware you felt deprived,’ said Frederick.
‘I didn’t, ever – I had my room.’
They decided to shrug, and laugh.
‘And you haven’t even thought about the problems of educating them all,’ said Molly. ‘Not so far as we can see.’
And now here was appearing that point of difference that the life in this house so successfully smoothed over. It went without saying that David had gone to private schools.
‘Luke will start at the local school this year,’ said Harriet. ‘And Helen will start next year.’
‘Well, if that’s good enough for you,’ said Molly.
‘My three went to ordinary schools,’ said Dorothy, not letting this slide; but Molly did not accept the challenge. She remarked, ‘Well, unless James chips in to help…” thus making it clear that she and Frederick could not or would not contribute.
James said nothing. He did not even allow himself to look ironical.
‘It’s five years, six years, before we have to worry about the next stage of education for Luke and Helen,’ said Harriet, again sounding over-irritable.
Insisted Molly: ‘We put David down for his schools when he was born. And Deborah, too.’
‘Well,’ said Deborah, ‘why am I any better for my posh schools than Harriet – or anyone else?’
‘It’s a point,’ said James, who had paid for the posh schools.
‘Not much of a point,’ said Molly.
William sighed, clowning it: ‘Deprived all the rest of us are. Poor William. Poor Sarah. Poor Bridget. Poor Harriet. Tell me, Molly, if I had been to posh schools would I get a decent job now?’
‘That isn’t the point,’ said Molly.
‘She means you’d be happier unemployed or in a filthy job well educated than badly educated,’ said Sarah.
‘I’m sorry,’ said Molly. ‘Public education is awful. It’s getting worse. Harriet and David have got four children to educate. With more to come, apparently. How do you know James will be able to help you? Anything can happen in the world.’
‘Anything does, all the time,’ said William bitterly, but laughed to soften it.
Harriet moved distressfully in her chair, took Paul off her breast with a skill at concealing herself they all noted and admired, and said, ‘I don’t want to have this conversation. It’s a lovely morning…’
‘I’ll help you, of course, within limits,’ said James.
‘Oh, James…’ said Harriet, ‘thank you…thank you…Oh dear…why don’t we go up to the woods?…We could take a picnic lunch.’
The morning had slid past. It was midday. Sun struck the edges of the jolly red curtains, making them an intense orange, sending orange lozenges to glow on the table among cups, saucers, a bowl of fruit. The children had come down from the top of the house and were in the garden. The adults went to watch them from the windows. The garden continued neglected; there was never time for it. The lawn was patchily lush, and toys lay about. Birds sang in the shrubs, ignoring the children. Little Jane, set down by Dorothy, staggered out to join the others. A group of children played noisily together, but she was too young, and strayed in and out of the game, in the private world of a two-year-old. They skilfully accommodated their game to her. The week before, Easter Sunday, this garden had had painted eggs hidden everywhere in it. A wonderful day, the children bringing in magical eggs from everywhere that Harriet and Dorothy and Bridget, the schoolgirl, had sat up half the night to decorate.
Harriet and David were together at the window, the baby in her arms. He put his arm around her. They exchanged a quick look, half guilty because of the irrepressible smiles on their faces, which they felt were probably going to exasperate the others.
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