‘I gathered that, but with any success?’
‘I don’t think so.’
‘But what do they do?
‘They meet and talk … ’
‘And talk and talk,’ said Dickon derisively. ‘That sort of thing should be done in secret. He should not announce his plans at the dinner table.’
‘Well, it is the family.’
‘Not entirely. There is the tutor for one.’
‘Oh, but he is one of them. Armand eventually persuaded him and Monsieur Blanchard is very obliging. He likes to live on good terms with everyone. He did plead too much work at first but eventually he agreed.’
‘Such an obliging man. How did you come by him?’
‘By recommendation. The very best. It was a great stroke of luck when the Duc de Soissonson visited us and the matter of getting a tutor came up. Monsieur Blanchard looks after the Duc’s cousin’s children … or some such relationship. He still does for a few days a week. So we have to share him.’
‘The gentleman seems in great demand. The Duc de Soissonson, did you say?’
‘Yes. Do you know him?’
‘I know of him. He is much talked of in Parisian circles.’
‘I have often wondered, Dickon, how you come to know so much.’
‘I am glad you respect my knowledge.’
‘Why do you come here so often?’
‘Surely you know the answer to that.’
‘No, I don’t. At least I am not sure. Dickon, I have come to the conclusion that there is much about you that I am not sure of.’
‘The mystery makes me more attractive perhaps.’
‘No, it does not. I should like to know more about your motives. Sometimes I think you are rather pleased … perhaps that is not quite the right word … rather gratified about the troubles here.’
‘As an Englishman whose country has suffered a great deal at the hands of the French, what do you expect?’
‘Are you by any chance engaged in work for the government of England?’
He took me by the shoulders and looked into my face. He was laughing. ‘Am I a spy?’ he whispered. ‘Am I here on some secret mission? Why won’t you believe that I have one purpose in my life and that is to win you?’
I hesitated. ‘I know that you would marry me, but I would never be first in your life, would I? There would always be other things … like Eversleigh. Property, possessions which mean power, I suppose. Yes, that would come first with you, Dickon, always.’
‘If I could convince you that nothing else mattered to me, would you alter your determination to stand out against me?’
‘I would never believe it.’
‘There will come a day when I shall convince you.’
He caught me to him and kissed me wildly, passionately, over and over again. I wanted to cling to him, to tell him that I was ready to accept what he could give me, and if it were not all that I wanted, I would take what I could get. I tried to remind myself that I was a widow who had been long without a husband; and I was a woman who needed the love of a man. I had loved Charles in a way; I had missed him sorely; but I knew that what I felt for Dickon went deeper than that. It had its roots in the past when I had been a young idealistic girl, innocent and unworldly, dreaming of perfection. I drew away from him.
‘That will not convince me,’ I said.
‘When I hold you in my arms, when I kiss you, I know that you love me. It is something you cannot hide.’
‘I won’t deny that I could deceive myself, but I won’t, Dickon. I will have everything or nothing. Besides, as I have told you I would never leave my father.’
He sighed and leaned over the parapet.
‘How quietly beautiful it is—the château land. The moonlight makes the river shine like silver where it catches it. Château land …rich land … all the wood of the forest and the farmlands. The Comte must be very proud of his possessions.’
‘He is. They have been his family’s for generations.’
And to think they will go to that fool Armand! He has no notion of how to manage an estate of this size.’
‘There are people to do it for him as you have at Eversleigh when you make your mysterious jaunts to the continent.’
‘Still … a pity. But for him it might come to you.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Well, you are his daughter and he is very proud of the fact.’
‘Armand is very much alive. And in any case Sophie would come before me.’
‘Sophie! I wouldn’t gamble on that. You are the apple of his eye. I am sure he will want to see you well provided for.’
‘Dickon!’ I cried.
‘Well?’ He smiled at me lazily.
I said: ‘Are you calculating again?’
‘I always calculate.’
‘And you think that my father will make me a rich woman. Oh, now I see why you are so ardent.’
‘I should be ardent if you were a pauper.’
‘But perhaps not for marriage.’
‘If you were a peasant in the field I should still yearn for you.’
‘I know that you have yearned for many women and some of them doubtless of humble station. It is getting cold. I want to go in.’
‘Not until you have listened to me. Why are you so suddenly incensed?’
‘Because for a moment I forgot what you are like. You want to marry me because you have somehow discovered that my father is leaving me something, and although you won Eversleigh and Clavering … and heaven knows what from your wife … you are still looking for more.’
‘You get so angry, Lottie. What a temper you have!’
‘Good night, Dickon. I am going in.’
He took my hand and pulled me towards him. ‘We should not part on bad terms.’
I repeated wearily: ‘Good night.’
Then he held me against him once more and in spite of the fact that I had followed the trend of his thoughts, I was moved to respond to his embrace. He was dangerous. He could catch me unaware.
I wrenched myself free.
‘You have misunderstood,’ he said.
‘No. I understand perfectly. You are following your custom of courting rich women. Well, my father is not dead yet and I pray it will be a long time before he is, but you may be sure that what he leaves me is not going to be added to what you have accumulated through your matrimonial manoeuvrings.’
‘Lottie, I have told you that if you were a peasant gleaning in the field … ’
‘You would want to make love to me, yes. I understand you perfectly, Dickon. And as you believe me to be an heiress you would like to marry me. Once more … Good night.’
I ran off, and I was rather surprised that he did not attempt to follow me.
In my room I lay in my bed staring up at the ceiling.
‘Go away, Dickon,’ I murmured. ‘Leave me alone.’
I mistrusted him and yet I longed for him. He was becoming very dangerous and I should have to be wary.
I spent a disturbed night thinking about Dickon, trying all the time to make myself see him as he really was, and to upbraid myself for wanting him in spite of what I knew.
He, too, might have been disturbed by our conversation of the previous night because he went off during the morning on horseback on what I began to think of as his secret missions.
I walked round the gardens with my father in the morning and he told me that Léon Blanchard had taken the boys on a ramble. They were learning something about forestry and botany and finding it very interesting.
‘They will be looking for specimens of various plants,’ said my father. ‘It is good for them to learn these things. Blanchard seems to have some knowledge on every subject.’
I said: ‘Dickon is very concerned about the position here.’
‘Ah yes. Who is not?’
‘He thinks it is getting more dangerous.’