Part 64 (1/2)
The days of Lord Henry's absence crept by. There were only a few weeks of the Season left to run and the weather had turned very hot. The Dowager Countess became quite peevish when her ankles swelled up in the heat. She declined to accompany Polly and the Da cres on a sightseeing trip to St Paul's Cathedral and when her daughter returned enervated and exhausted, told her that she had known the weather had been too inclement for a trip out.
She fretted over Peter's absence and when he did call, upbraided him for his foolishness in still running after Susanna Bolt. The servants all became very bad-tempered as they went about their work, and the house in Brook Street became a somewhat uncomfortable place to live.
”Everyone is so cross at the moment,” Polly sighed to Lucille, after Jessie had grumbled ceaselessly over her decision to change her chosen dress for a soiree one night.
”Have you noticed how the heat makes people quicker-tempered? It's very strange. Thank goodness there is to be no dancing tonight! I feel sure we should all melt into a puddle!”
Lucille fanned herself vigorously.
”I hear that there were riots in The Strand last night,” she said, frowning.
”Some windows were smashed and shops looted. I am sure that this weather can only add to people's grievances. I shall ask Nicholas to give all the servants a day off on Sat.u.r.day, and perhaps we may all go out of Town to somewhere cooler.
Hamp stead Wells, perhaps? A walk on the Heath might be quite refres.h.i.+ng. ” Even the Dowager Countess agreed to the proposed trip, feeling that the village air would be less noxious than that in London.
The day was sunny but not too hot and they spent a most enjoyable few hours strolling on the Heath, playing bowls, and taking the waters at the spa. Polly declared the water so unpleasant that she needed a cup of tea to wash away the taste, so they retired to one of the honeysuckle-covered tea arbours for further refreshment.
”Oh, do let us stay a little longer,” Lucille urged, catching sight of a sign which promised a concert in the pump-room that evening, followed by fireworks.
”There are plenty more of the gardens and grottoes to explore and it would be such fun to stay for the evening's entertainments!”
The light was fading when the concert finished and they came out on to the Heath for the firework display. It was busy and many of the benches on the edge of the hill were already full.
”Heavens, what a crus.h.!.+” The Dowager Countess exclaimed.
”I had no idea that the whole of Town would have come out for this! Let us walk a little way along and see if we can find any seats!”
Polly was dawdling along behind the others, pulling her velvet cloak closer, for the evening was cool now that the sun had gone. A florid gentleman and large lady, amorously entwined, b.u.mped into her and almost sent her flying without noticing.
Polly stumbled. The first of the rockets soared into the sky above her and scattered a trail of bright stars. Suddenly it was very dark and she could not see the others at all. The crowd pressed about her; ladies, gentlemen, servants, tradesmen, cits and people of quite another sort.
A voice said: ”All alone, lady? Let me take care of you!” He was young and attired as a gentleman, but Polly knew him to be no such thing. He was also drunk. And as she looked around wildly for her family, he took her arm.
”Your help will not be necessary, sir,” a voice said smoothly, from behind her.
”The lady is with me, but I am grateful to you for your consideration.”
Polly recognised the voice even before she swung around to see Lord Henry March night standing so protectively close to her. Something in his demeanour also communicated itself to the man who had accosted her, for he mumbled something about meaning no harm, and stumbled away. Lord Henry watched him go with a slight smile then turned his attention back to Polly.
”Tell me. Lady Polly,” he said conversationally, steering her out of the crowd to the edge of the path, 'is this part of your claim for independence, to wander alone on Hamp stead Heath in the dark? It seems rather foolhardy!
” ”Don't be absurd!” Polly snapped. Reaction was setting in now and she was horrified at what had almost happened to her.
”I have become separated from my party, that is all! We were looking for seats for the fireworks--' Another rocket soared overhead as though to ill.u.s.trate her point.
”Well, they could be anywhere now,” Lord Henry said resignedly, looking at the crowds.
”It will be best for me to escort you back to your carriage, I think.
They should have no trouble in finding you there. Is Sea grave here with you?”
Polly nodded.