‘That was just a harmless prank.’
‘And when he appeared in front of the magistrate the following morning, he wasn’t charged, but was told to return the bike to its owner and apologize. And fortunately, because the young man was not the son of a government minister, the incident didn’t even manage a paragraph in the Cambridge Evening News.’
‘That’s not altogether fair, Dr Barrington.’
‘And when he returned the bike to his tutor and apologized, the undergraduate was not sent down or even rusticated, because his tutor was a civilized fellow, and was well aware that the young man was only a few weeks away from his finals.’
‘That’s below the belt, Dr Barrington.’
‘I cannot disagree,’ said Grace. ‘But I think it worthy of mention that the young man in question graduated with a first-class honours degree, and later became chairman of BP, president of the Slade School of Art, and a knight of the realm.’
Sir James bowed his head.
‘I apologize for resorting to such tactics, Sir James, and can only hope you will forgive me when Dame Jessica Clifton RA is appointed president of the Royal Academy.’
‘Tell me, Grandpops,’ said Jessica, ‘have you ever made a complete fool of yourself?’
‘Do you mean this week, or last week?’ asked Harry.
‘I’m serious. I mean when you were young.’
‘That’s so long ago, I can’t even remember,’ said Harry. Jessica remained silent as she waited for him to answer her question. ‘What about being arrested for murder?’ he finally managed. ‘Does that count?’
‘But you were innocent and it was all a terrible mistake.’
‘The judge didn’t seem to think so, because he sentenced me to four years in jail, and if I remember correctly, you only managed one night.’ Jessica frowned, and didn’t respond. ‘And then there was the time I disobeyed orders and advised a German general to lay down his arms and surrender, when all I had at my disposal was a pistol and an Irish corporal.’
‘And the Americans decorated you for that action.’
‘But that’s the point, Jessie. Often in war you’re hailed as a hero for something that had you done in peacetime, you would have been arrested for and possibly shot.’
‘Do you think my father will ever forgive me?’
‘There’s no reason why he shouldn’t. He did something far worse at your age, which was the reason your mother left him and returned to America.’
‘She told me they drifted apart.’
‘True, but what she didn’t tell you was why. And they have you to thank for bringing them back together.’
‘And whom do I have to thank?’
‘Your great-aunt Grace, if you’re asking who made it possible for you to return to the Slade in September.’
‘I assumed it was you or Grandmama who intervened.’
‘No. Although she won’t thank me for telling you, Grace joined forces with Professor Howard, proving that when two people work together, they can become an army.’
‘How can I ever begin to thank them?’
‘By proving they were right. Which leads me to ask how your work’s coming on.’
‘I don’t know, is the honest answer. Can you ever be sure how one of your books is shaping up?’
‘No. In the end I leave it to the critics and the public to make that decision.’
‘Then I guess it will be the same for me. So would you be willing to offer an honest opinion on my latest work?’
‘I could try,’ said Harry, hoping he wouldn’t have to dissemble.
‘Then no better time than now,’ said Jessica, grabbing him by the hand and leading him out of the library. ‘It was kind of you to allow me to come down for the summer and see if I could pick up the pieces,’ she added as they climbed the stairs.
‘And have you?’
‘That’s exactly what I’m hoping you’ll tell me,’ said Jessica, as she opened the door to the old playroom and stood aside.
Harry walked tentatively in and looked at row upon row of preliminary drawings scattered across the floor. They didn’t begin to prepare him for the huge canvas that stood on an easel in the centre of the room. He stared at a painting of the Manor House, which he had thought he knew so well. The lawn, the rose garden, the lake, the folly, the vast oaks that led your eye to the horizon. Every colour was wrong, but when put together...
When Jessica could bear it no longer she said, ‘Well? Say something, Grandpops.’
‘I only hope my latest book is half as good.’
28
‘But it’s a family tradition,’ insisted Emma.
‘Couldn’t we have a year off?’ mocked Sebastian.
‘Certainly not. I promised your great-grandfather that the family would always spend Christmas together, and on New Year’s Eve we would tell each other our New Year’s resolutions. So who would like to start this year?’
‘My father was even worse,’ said Samantha. ‘He made us write down our resolutions, and a year later we had to read them out to remind everyone what we’d foolishly promised.’
‘I’ve always liked your father,’ said Emma. ‘So why don’t you begin?’
‘By this time next year,’ said Samantha, ‘I will have a job.’
‘But you already have a job,’ said Emma. ‘You’re bringing up the next but one chairman of Farthings Kaufman.’
‘I don’t think so,’ said Seb, looking down at his son, who was landing a model of Concorde on the floor. ‘I think he plans to be a test pilot.’
‘Then he’ll have to become chairman of British Airways,’ said Emma.
‘Perhaps he won’t want to be chairman of anything,’ suggested Grace.
‘If you had a choice, Sam,’ said Harry, ‘what job would you like?’
‘I’ve applied for a position at the Courtauld Institute, in their research department. The hours are flexible, and now Jake is going to nursery school, it would be ideal.’
‘For the more practical members of our family,’ said Sebastian, ‘it may interest them to know that employing a nanny will cost more than Sam can hope to earn as a researcher at the Courtauld.’
‘A sensible distribution of wealth,’ said Grace. ‘Two people each doing a job they want to do, and both being rewarded accordingly.’
‘What’s your New Year’s resolution, Aunt Grace?’ asked Sebastian.
‘I’ve decided to take early retirement, and will be leaving the university at the end of the academic year.’
‘Come and join us in the House of Lords,’ said Giles. ‘We could do with your wisdom and common sense.’
‘Thank you,’ said Grace, ‘but two Barringtons in the Upper House is quite enough. In any case, like Samantha, I’m also looking for another job.’
‘Dare one ask what?’ asked Harry.
‘I’ve applied for a teaching post at a local comprehensive, in the hope that I can help some bright young girls get into Cambridge, who might not otherwise have considered it possible.’
‘Why not boys?’ demanded Giles.
‘There are quite enough of them at Cambridge already.’
‘You put us all to shame, Aunt Grace,’ said Sebastian.
‘So what do you have planned for this year, Seb?’ retorted Grace. ‘Other than making more and more money?’
‘Let’s hope you’re right, because frankly that’s what my customers, of which you’re one, will be expecting me to do.’
‘Touché,’ said Emma.
‘Your turn, Jessica,’ said Grace. ‘I hope you plan to do something more worthwhile than chairing a bank.’
No one needed to be reminded of Jessica’s resolution a year ago: to be worthy of my great-aunt’s belief in me, and to make the best of being given a second chance.