Chapters (87)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Winter 1638, At Sea
- Spring 1638, Virginia
- Summer 1638, London
- October 1638
- Winter 1639
- 1640
- Spring 1641
- Summer 1641
- Summer 1641
- Autumn 1641
- Spring 1642
- April 1642
- July 1642
- August 1642
- October 1642
- Winter 1642–3, Virginia
- April 1643
- May 1643
- Spring 1643, England
- Summer 1643, Virginia
- Summer 1643, England
- Winter 1643, Virginia
- Spring 1644, Virginia
- Spring 1644, England
- April 1644, Virginia
- Summer 1644, England
- October 1644, England
- Winter 1644, Virginia
- January 1645, England
- April 1645, England
- Summer 1645, Virginia
- Autumn 1645, England
- Autumn 1645, Virginia
- Winter 1645, England
- Winter 1646, Barbados
- Spring 1646, London
- Spring 1646
- Summer 1646
- Autumn 1646
- Spring 1647
- Summer 1647
- Autumn 1647
- Spring 1648
- April 1648, Oatlands Palace
- Summer 1648
- July 1648
- Autumn 1648
- January 1649
- Saturday 20 January 1649
- Monday 22 January 1649
- Tuesday 23 January 1649
- Wednesday 24 January 1649
- Thursday 25 January 1649
- Friday 26 January 1649
- Saturday 27 January 1649
- Sunday 28 January 1649
- Tuesday 30 January 1649
- Spring 1649
- Summer 1649
- Summer 1650
- Autumn 1650
- Spring 1651
- Summer 1651
- Autumn 1651
- Winter 1651
- Autumn 1652
- Spring 1653
- Winter 1654
- Spring 1654
- 1655
- March 1656
- April 1656
- Summer 1657
- Summer 1657
- Autumn 1658
- Spring 1659
- Summer 1659
- Autumn 1659
- Spring 1660
- Summer 1660
- Autumn 1660
- Winter 1660
- About the Author
- Also by the Author
- About the Publisher
She took a little breath. ‘I am Hester Pooks. I’m all but alone in the world. Your father liked me, and my uncle told him I had a good dowry. I met him at court. My uncle is a painter, commissioned by the queen. My family is a good family, all artists and musicians, all with royal or noble patrons.’ She paused and smiled. ‘But not much money. Your father thought I might suit you. He wanted to make sure that there was someone to bring up his grandchildren, and to keep them here. He didn’t want them living in London with your wife’s parents. He thought I would marry you.’
J’s jaw dropped open. ‘He has found me a wife? I’m a man of thirty years of age and he found me a wife as if I were a boy? And he chose you?’
Hester looked him squarely in the face. ‘I’m no beauty,’ she said. ‘I imagine your wife was lovely. Frances is such a pretty girl, and they tell me she takes after her mother. But I can run a house, and I can run a business, I love plants and trees and a garden, and I like children, I like your children. Whether or not you want to marry me, I should like to be a friend to Frances in particular. It would suit me to marry you and I wouldn’t make great demands on you. I don’t have great expectations.’
She paused. ‘It would be an arrangement to suit ourselves,’ she said. ‘And it would leave you free to garden at the royal palace of Oatlands or to go abroad again and know that everything was safe here.’
J looked from her to his letter. ‘This is outrageous! I have barely been home a moment and already I learn that my father is dead and that some woman, who I’ve never met before in my life, is half-betrothed to me. And anyway …’ He broke off. ‘I have other plans.’
She nodded soberly. ‘It would have been easier if he had lived to explain it himself,’ she said. ‘But you are not half-betrothed, Mr Tradescant. It is entirely up to you. I shall leave you to read your letter. Is it your wish that I wake the children and bring them down to see you?’
He was distracted. ‘Are they both well?’
She nodded. ‘Frances especially grieves for her grandfather but they are both in perfect health.’