Part 14 (2/2)

*What if Lord Stapleford married Mrs Wilson?'

*If he had he would have had no reason to s.h.i.+p her child off to an asylum.'

*And what woman would stay with a man who did that?' asked Rory.

*Perhaps the child really is mad.'

*And you're sure Mrs Wilson never spoke of this to anyone? I would have thought Mrs Deighton as the longest-serving member of staff might know something.'

*She never said a word to me, but then I was hardly there any time at all in terms of the family's occupancy.'

*You're right, we're going to have to play this entirely on the hoof,' said Rory. *I suggest we pretend to be brother and sister making enquires of a private, family nature.'

*You mean that we have someone in the family we want to lock up?'

*Exactly,' said Rory.

*Perhaps our father knew the late Lord Stapleford?'

*And advised us to come here,' completed Rory.

We both took a deep breath as the automobile rolled through the gates of the asylum.

The drive was not that different to that of any leading to a substantial country house. The building itself emerged through the trees not modern, but of cheerful aspect. Merrit opened Rory's door and he then handed me down. I was still taking in the many gables, the extensive lawns a indeed the scale of the place a when the sound of childish laughter reached my ears. I turned to Rory astonished. *Didn't you see,' he whispered in my ear, *the sign as we entered the drive? This is an asylum for children.'

*How could anyone be so cruel?' I exclaimed hotly.

Rory pressed my hand hard. The door at the top of a grand stone staircase had opened and a middle-aged woman, in a neat black dress, was making her way towards us.

She smiled in greeting and held out her hand. *Would you be Lord Stapleford's relatives?' she enquired.

*Yes,' said Rory before I could prevent him. *We are.'

*It's so nice to meet you. I am Mrs Mason. I'm the matron here. If you wish I could get one of the medical staff to show you around, but I thought for your purposes a more informal approach might be better. And of course I do know all my charges very well.'

*Children in an asylum,' I exclaimed, no longer able to contain myself. *It is tragic.'

Mrs Mason bridled slightly. *We do our very best to give them a happy childhood. I often think they're better off than all those wee ones that live on the streets. It's not as if they could manage in the big, wide world themselves. No family however loving can be expected to cope with these kind of difficulties. I like to think we do the Lord's work.'

I gaped, astonished at this speech.

*Is that a wee Scottish burr I hear in your voice, Mrs Mason?' asked Rory. *I'm from the Highlands myself.'

The tension in the air evaporated. *You don't say, sir? I didn't know the Staplefords had a Scottish connection.'

*I'm a distant relative,' said Rory suavely. *Here to escort my young cousin. It's really for her that we're here.'

*Oh, I am sorry, my dear,' said Mrs Mason. *But it can happen to any mother.'

I cast my eyes down and tried to look suitably tragic. I made a mental note not to remove my gloves and display my ringless hand. Really, this was a ridiculous game. Every sentence she uttered took us deeper into the mire. I was relieved that Rory had not seen fit to mention our names, but should the Staplefords enquire over this visit I feared our descriptions would be all too easy to recognise. The only thing to do was to get through the visit as smoothly as possible, so Mrs Mason had no reason to contact the real family.

*So I am often told,' I said reverting to my real accent and sounding like the earl's granddaughter I am.

Mrs Mason came up and took one of my hands in hers. *Your husband not with you, my dear?'

*He leaves such matters to me.'

*Men!' exclaimed Mrs Mason in an exasperated, breathy voice. *Still you have your fine Scottish cousin with you.'

I nodded and tried to bring a tear to my eye.

Mrs Mason patted my hand. *It's a wee bit chilly, but I think you'd enjoy seeing the children at play. Could you be persuaded to walk a while, my dear?'

*Certainly, if you think it best,' I said in a subdued voice.

*This way then and you can meet some of my charges.'

Instead of taking us through the house Mrs Mason led us round the substantial left wing and down along a wooded path. As we progressed the sound of laughter became louder. Finally, we turned a corner and came across four children aged between, I imagine, four and eight, playing with a hoop and stick and watched over by a young woman, also in a black dress. At first glance there was nothing different from what one might have seen in any park up and down the country.

*Go forward, my dear,' said Mrs Mason. *They're a friendly lot.'

Out of the corner of my eye I saw her place a restraining hand on Rory's arm. I stopped a little distance from the children as if I was studying them, but ensuring I could still overhear her conversation with Rory. A little girl with a sweet but vacant face suddenly sat down at my feet engrossed in playing with a loose ribbon. The others did not seem to notice she was missing. I knelt down beside her.

*That's a pretty ribbon,' I said.

The child laughed and pointed at my face. *Ah-gog,' she said. Then continued in a stream of happy babble. She must have been six years old and was clearly without speech. Carefully I retied the bow for her and she looked at me with such openness and trust that a genuine tear came to my eye.

*Leave her be,' Mrs Mason was saying to Rory. *It's important for the mothers to see we treat them as normally as we can. She's very young. I take it the poor wee one is a tiny mite?'

*Aye,' said Rory promptly. *A few months.'

*And you could tell already,' said Mrs Mason. *The poor lady. But she's young. She'll have others.'

*I believe the child has the same condition as ...'

*Lord Stapleford's niece?' finished Mrs Mason.

*It's never been discussed, you understand, but one hears things.'

*A six months' child, so sad. A very sweet nature and the face of an angel. She grew into a truly beautiful woman. When she came to us she wasn't expected to live. Such a tiny thing. But she did. Tenacious, that's what Dr Frank called it, a tenacious desire to live. But the kindest, most gentle being alive. If you took it slow she could understand most things. Such a shame her mother never felt up to visiting her, but then so many don't. I still miss her.'

*When did she ...?'

*Oh, at 18, like all of them.'

*I see,' said Rory in a bemused voice. *At 18.'

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