IOld Lanscombe moved totteringly from room to room, pulling up the blinds. Now and then hepeered with screwed-up rheumy eyes through the windows.
Soon they would be coming back from the funeral. He shuffled1 along a little faster. There wereso many windows.
Enderby Hall was a vast Victorian house built in the Gothic style. In every room the curtainswere of rich faded brocade or velvet2. Some of the walls were still hung with faded silk. In thegreen drawing room, the old butler glanced up at the portrait above the mantelpiece of oldCornelius Abernethie for whom Enderby Hall had been built. Cornelius Abernethie’s brown beardstuck forward aggressively, his hand rested on a terrestrial globe, whether by desire of the sitter, oras a symbolic3 conceit4 on the part of the artist, no one could tell.
A very forceful-looking gentleman, so old Lanscombe had always thought, and was glad that hehimself had never known him personally. Mr. Richard had been his gentleman. A good master,Mr. Richard. And taken very sudden, he’d been, though of course the doctor had been attendinghim for some little time. Ah, but the master had never recovered from the shock of young Mr.
Mortimer’s death. The old man shook his head as he hurried through a connecting door into theWhite Boudoir. Terrible, that had been, a real catastrophe5. Such a fine upstanding younggentleman, so strong and healthy. You’d never have thought such a thing likely to happen to him.
Pitiful, it had been, quite pitiful. And Mr. Gordon killed in the war. One thing on top of another.
That was the way things went nowadays. Too much for the master, it had been. And yet he’dseemed almost himself a week ago.
The third blind in the White Boudoir refused to go up as it should. It went up a little way andstuck. The springs were weak—that’s what it was—very old, these blinds were, like everythingelse in the house. And you couldn’t get these old things mended nowadays. Too old-fashioned,that’s what they’d say, shaking their heads in that silly superior way—as if the old things weren’t agreat deal better than the new ones! He could tell them that! Gimcrack, half the new stuff was—came to pieces in your hands. The material wasn’t good, or the craftsmanship7 either. Oh yes, hecould tell them.
Couldn’t do anything about this blind unless he got the steps. He didn’t like climbing up thesteps much, these days, made him come over giddy. Anyway, he’d leave the blind for now. Itdidn’t matter, since the White Boudoir didn’t face the front of the house where it would be seen asthe cars came back from the funeral—and it wasn’t as though the room was ever used nowadays.
It was a lady’s room, this, and there hadn’t been a lady at Enderby for a long time now. A pity Mr.
Mortimer hadn’t married. Always going off to Norway for fishing and to Scotland for shooting andto Switzerland for those winter sports, instead of marrying some nice young lady and settlingdown at home with children running about the house. It was a long time since there had been anychildren in the house.
And Lanscombe’s mind went ranging back to a time that stood out clearly and distinctly—muchmore distinctly than the last twenty years or so, which were all blurred8 and confused and hecouldn’t really remember who had come and gone or indeed what they looked like. But he couldremember the old days well enough.
More like a father to those young brothers and sisters of his, Mr. Richard had been. Twenty-fourwhen his father had died, and he’d pitched in right away to the business, going off every day aspunctual as clockwork, and keeping the house running and everything as lavish9 as it could be. Avery happy household with all those young ladies and gentlemen growing up. Fights and quarrelsnow and again, of course, and those governesses had had a bad time of it! Poor-spirited creatures,governesses, Lanscombe had always despised them. Very spirited the young ladies had been. MissGeraldine in particular. Miss Cora, too, although she was so much younger. And now Mr. Leo wasdead, and Miss Laura gone too. And Mr. Timothy such a sad invalid10. And Miss Geraldine dyingsomewhere abroad. And Mr. Gordon killed in the war. Although he was the eldest11, Mr. Richardhimself turned out the strongest of the lot. Outlived them all, he had—at least not quite becauseMr. Timothy was still alive and little Miss Cora who’d married that unpleasant artist chap.
Twenty-five years since he’d seen her and she’d been a pretty young girl when she went off withthat chap, and now he’d hardly have known her, grown so stout—and so arty-crafty in her dress!
A Frenchman her husband had been, or nearly a Frenchman—and no good ever came of marryingone of them! But Miss Cora had always been a bit—well simple like you’d call it if she’d lived in avillage. Always one of them in a family.
She’d remembered him all right. “Why, it’s Lanscombe!” she’d said and seemed ever so pleasedto see him. Ah, they’d all been fond of him in the old days and when there was a dinner partythey’d crept down to the pantry and he’d given them jelly and Charlotte Russe when it came out ofthe dining room. They’d all known old Lanscombe, and now there was hardly anyone whoremembered. Just the younger lot whom he could never keep clear in his mind and who justthought of him as a butler who’d been there a long time. A lot of strangers, he had thought, whenthey all arrived for the funeral—and a seedy lot of strangers at that!
Not Mrs. Leo—she was different. She and Mr. Leo had come here off and on ever since Mr. Leomarried. She was a nice lady, Mrs. Leo—a real lady. Wore proper clothes and did her hair welland looked what she was. And the master had always been fond of her. A pity that she and Mr.
Leo had never had any children….
Lanscombe roused himself; what was he doing standing6 here and dreaming about old days withso much to be done? The blinds were all attended to on the ground floor now, and he’d told Janetto go upstairs and do the bedrooms. He and Janet and the cook had gone to the funeral service inthe church but instead of going on to the Crematorium they’d driven back to the house to get theblinds up and the lunch ready. Cold lunch, of course, it had to be. Ham and chicken and tongueand salad. With cold lemon soufflé and apple tart12 to follow. Hot soup first—and he’d better goalong and see that Marjorie had got it on ready to serve, for they’d be back in a minute or two nowfor certain.
Lanscombe broke into a shuffling13 trot14 across the room. His gaze, abstracted and uncurious, justswept up to the picture over this mantelpiece—the companion portrait to the one in the greendrawing room. It was a nice painting of white satin and pearls. The human being round whom theywere draped and clasped was not nearly so impressive. Meek15 features, a rosebud16 mouth, hairparted in the middle. A woman both modest and unassuming. The only thing really worthy17 of noteabout Mrs. Cornelius Abernethie had been her name— Coralie.
For over sixty years after their original appearance, Coral Cornplasters and the allied18 “Coral”
foot preparations still held their own. Whether there had ever been anything outstanding aboutCoral Cornplasters nobody could say—but they had appealed to the public fancy. On a foundationof Coral Cornplasters there had arisen this neo-Gothic palace, its acres of gardens, and the moneythat had paid out an income to seven sons and daughters and had allowed Richard Abernethie todie three days ago a very rich man.
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