Chapters (60)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Praise
- Dedication
- BOOK ONE
- Prologue 1989
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- BOOK TWO - 1925
- Chapter Ten - 1925
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-one
- Chapter Twenty-two
- Chapter Twenty-three
- Chapter Twenty-four
- Chapter Twenty-five
- Chapter Twenty-six
- Chapter Twenty-seven
- Chapter Twenty-eight
- Chapter Twenty-nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-one
- Chapter Thirty-two
- BOOK THREE - 1947
- Chapter Thirty-three
- Chapter Thirty-four
- Chapter Thirty-five
- Chapter Thirty-six
- Chapter Thirty-seven
- Chapter Thirty-eight
- Chapter Thirty-nine
- Chapter Forty
- BOOK FOUR - 1968
- Chapter Forty-one - 1968
- Chapter Forty-two
- Chapter Forty-three
- Chapter Forty-four
- Chapter Forty-five
- Chapter Forty-six
- Chapter Forty-seven
- Chapter Forty-eight
- Chapter Forty-nine
- Chapter Fifty - 1970
- EPILOGUE
‘What a wicked, wanton child, madam! Like her mother, I’d say. I can well understand the need for secrecy. Such a scandal! Not a word of it will pass my lips, madam, I do assure you, and you can pass that on to Mr Dumas as well.’ He tutted. ‘Poor Mr Dumas, to have his kindness repaid like this.’
He shook his head for maximum effect. ‘Well, I have done all I can. I’ll return in the morning to see her once more. I’ll say goodnight to you, madam.’
Mrs Horlock saw him to the door and then went back into the morning room where she helped herself to a large whisky. The child was pregnant. She had another drink to help her think. Well, maybe she’d lose it tonight. Then they’d all be able to get back to normal.
‘I’m what!’ Briony’s voice was incredulous.
She looked from one face to the other. Cissy’s looked as shocked as her own, but Mrs Horlock’s face was closed.
‘I can’t be, there must be some mistake.’ Briony was close to tears and Mrs Horlock took her into her arms.
‘There’s no mistake, my love. You must have fell just as your body was coming to womanhood, I’ve heard of it before.’
She didn’t say she’d experienced it before and had helped get rid of the offending child. She knew Briony’s temperament too well to say anything like that.
‘What am I gonna do?’ It was a childish wail.
‘Now don’t you worry, my angel, I’ll sort it all out for you.’
This was comforting to Briony and she settled back against the pillows plumped up around her and held tightly on to Cissy’s hand. For the first time in her life she was frightened, really frightened.
They heard the front door shut and Mrs Horlock smiled at the two girls and left the room. The sooner Henry Dumas knew what was happening, the better. He looked up at the old woman as she descended the stairs.
‘What’s the to do, Horlock? Is the child ill?’
He’d been dragged from his place of work by a note twenty minutes earlier and now he was worried.
‘In a manner of speaking, sir. Would you join me in the morning room? I took the liberty of getting a tea tray ready, I’ll just get the hot water.’