An Introduction to the Pink Collection (26 page)

Lavina looked and saw, in bold type.
The engagement is announced –

“By now I dare say the Queen will have seen it,” the Marquis observed. “I cannot help feeling that we were wise to flee.”

“By the time I have to see her again, she will be used to the idea,” the Earl said, feeling brave now that he was at sea.

For the rest of dinner Lavina took very little part in the conversation, and was content to have it so. It pleased her to see that her father and the Marquis were talking pleasantly together.

By the time the meal was finished he was looking almost like an agreeable man.

He was also, she thought, much more handsome than when he was scowling and being aloof.

She bade the men goodnight, meaning to go to bed early. She knew her father would come to her cabin to kiss her goodnight.

He was, in fact, later than she expected. When he did come she said,

“Oh, Papa, I thought perhaps you had forgotten me.”

“I was talking to our guest,” her father replied. “You'll be surprised to learn that he is an expert on foreign countries. He was telling me of the strange places he has visited in the East.”

“Yes, I am surprised at that.”

“I think his mind is more wide-ranging than we gave him credit for. I certainly think he has wasted his life buttoned up in his castle, and treating women as if they were poison.”

Lavina laughed.

“I only hope he does not push me overboard when I am least expecting it,” she said.

“For shame to speak of him like that, when you owe him so much!” her father said with a smile. “Perhaps he'll become more human and enjoy life, as he should do, by the time this trip is over.”

“I think, Papa, anyone who is with you, would be enjoying what they were doing. You have to admit that the yacht had never looked or moved so well as it is doing at the moment.”

Her father smiled.

“You are right,” he agreed, “and he admires
The Mermaid
very much.
”

“No wonder you suddenly find him more agreeable,” Lavina laughed.

“Well, if his mood softens he may take a brighter view of life in general. Perhaps he'll find Scottish women attractive.”

Lavina laughed.

“It's no use being optimistic, although, of course, I've always been told that the girls in the highlands are very attractive.”

“No one is more attractive than you, my darling. If the Marquis is too stupid to realise that, we can only hope that he enjoys haggis instead.

“Mind you,” he added, “I think he does realise it – ”

“You are mistaken, Papa. That kiss was for show.”

The Earl sighed.

“I only wanted to say how much I admired your endurance, my dear. And how much I pitied you.”

“Pitied me, Papa?” Lavina was startled.

“You told me on the way here how averse you were to the idea that he might kiss you.”

“Oh – oh yes, I did say that, didn't I?” she said, trying to remember it, and wondering what she had been thinking of.

“And when he did so, I thought your fortitude was much to be commended.”

Lavina pulled herself together.

“We all have to make sacrifices, Papa.”

“And you made yours nobly.” He patted her hand. “But would you like me to have a quiet word with him, to make sure that he doesn't do such a thing again?”

“I don't think so, Papa dear,” she said quickly. “It wouldn't be very polite, would it, when he is doing so much for us?”

“You're quite right,” the Earl agreed solemnly. “And if it should happen again – well, you will just have to be brave about it.”

“Whatever you say, Papa.”

“Goodnight, my dear.”

The Earl kissed her goodnight before leaving the cabin, closing the door quietly behind him.

Lavina cuddled down under the sheets, with a blissful feeling that the boat carrying her across the water was leaving all her problems behind.

She fell asleep with a smile on her lips.

*

Next day she spent much of her time looking over the ship's rail, knowing that they were moving ever closer to Aberdeen, the nearest port to Ballater, where her unknown Scottish relatives lived.

The Earl had shown Lavina the letter from his cousin, inviting them to arrive at any time. Even so, she wondered how they would feel at a visit with no warning.

That evening, as soon as dinner was over, she once more left her father and the Marquis to get to know each other, which they seemed to be doing really well.

But instead of going to her cabin she stood watching the distance lights from the shore, for now they were travelling close enough to the shore to see it most of the time.

Just a few yards away from this part of the boat was the Music Room. It was Lavina's mother who had insisted on putting a small piano in the saloon, for Lavina's sake.

The little girl had always loved the music her mother played for her. Her father used to hold her hands and make her dance to the tunes.

She smiled now thinking of those happy memories that would stay with her always.

Closing her eyes, she conjured up the sound of a piano in her mind, seeing her mother sitting there, dreamily playing a dance tune. It was called ‘The Summer Waltz', and the child had loved it.

“Again, Mama, again!” she had cried, clapping her hands in glee.

And Mama had played it for her as often as she wanted.

As she grew older Lavina had learned to play the violin, and an instrument was kept on board for her. There had been such joy in playing with dear Mama. And then Mama had died, and the joy had died with her.

Suddenly Lavina opened her eyes. She was not dreaming. Somebody really was playing ‘The Summer Waltz' on the piano, just as her mother had once done.

She crept along the corridor and quietly opened the door of the music room, wondering who could play so well. And there, to her astonishment, she saw the Marquis sitting at the piano.

His back was to the door, so that he had no idea that anyone was listening to him.

It had never, for one moment, occurred to her that this harsh man might be musical. But perhaps, she thought, the solitary life he had chosen had made him turn to music as a way of assuaging his loneliness.

For a moment she stood in the doorway hesitating.

Then she slipped across the carpet without making a sound and sat down in one of the chairs. For an hour she sat very still and silent, listening to him with deep pleasure as he played a large spectrum of pieces, sad, joyful, sweet and melancholy.

It seemed to Lavina that his soul was in every note. In this way he could communicate, but apparently in no other way, and she began to feel sad for him.

Then she realised that he had started to play ‘The Summer Waltz' again. Moving as though she could not prevent herself, she reached into the low cupboard where her violin was kept, and quietly drew it out.

Very slowly and very softly she began to play, joining in with the Marquis. There was the briefest possible hesitation in his playing, but then he continued, without looking round. She wondered if he guessed who had joined him.

When the music came to an end she waited for him to turn and speak to her. But he remained still, and now it occurred to her that he might be angry at her intrusion.

Perhaps he thought that if he ignored her, she might go away.

Then, just as she was deciding that this might be the best thing to do, the Marquis turned round and looked at her with an expression in his eyes that she had never seen from him before.

“So it's you,” he said in a quiet, almost wondering voice. “I couldn't imagine who it was whose musicianship seemed so much a part of my own. I did not know that you could play the violin.”

Lavina laughed.

“And I had no idea that you could play the piano,” she replied.

“I have played since I was very young,” the Marquis told her. “Now I live alone, I find there is no company so consoling as the piano.”

“I feel the same about the violin,” she said. “I can also play the piano.”

“You can?” he exclaimed. “From what your father has told me about you I thought of you as being an outdoor girl, liking only riding horses.”

“I do enjoy those things,” Lavina told him, “but I find that music is almost as thrilling and exciting as jumping a high fence.”

The Marquis looked at her with new interest.

“What a fascinating comparison. But then, you're a very unusual young woman, in every way. If you were not, I suppose we wouldn't be here, on this boat together. I've thought of you as many things, but never before as musical.”

“Nor I, you,” she said. “But now I know why you don't feel lonely when you are at the castle.”

Even as she spoke she realised she had said the wrong thing. Immediately the Marquis turned and started to play another popular tune, a very fast one, this time. It was almost, Lavina thought, like someone dancing wildly and madly to prevent him or herself thinking of what they had lost or what was impossible to possess.

Just for a moment she hesitated.

Then, as she knew the tune, she began to play it with him, matching him speed for speed, and knowing that she was playing extremely well. He gave her a quick glance and upped the tempo. She managed to stay with him, and they rattled away together until the tune came to a triumphant finish.

As the last notes died away he looked at her, his eyes alight with satisfaction.

“That might have come from the Albert Hall,” he said. “Perhaps one day, if we were to lose all we possess we might get ourselves hired there.”

Lavina laughed.

“Thank you for the compliment.”

“You deserve it. You play extremely well and I can only think you were taught by a very experienced musician.”

“Actually, it was my mother who wanted me to play, to please my father,” Lavina told him. “I have loved music ever since I heard the first note when I was in the cradle.”

He was silent for a moment, before nodding in agreement.

“Music makes me forget all grief and woe,” he said. “When I play I pass into another world, one that has never been spoilt.”

For a moment Lavina could not think of an answer.

After a pause she said:

“Play me one of your favourite songs and I will see if I know it well enough to join in with you.”

The Marquis turned towards the piano and began to play a gentle, yearning piece of music that, for all its slow tempo, was very difficult. For a few ecstatic minutes they played as one.

When the last note had died away he rose from the piano and looked at her, as though something about her puzzled him.

“I didn't think it possible that I would find someone with whom I am so much in harmony, whose music seemed to come from the same well-spring as my own.”

Lavina was silent for a moment, thinking the answer to this was very obvious. He had spent too much time alone, seldom visiting other houses, and not knowing of the music that was made in them.

Suddenly he seemed to become aware of how he was talking to her. She could almost see him withdraw back into himself. He turned towards the door, saying abruptly,

“Goodnight, I hope you sleep well.”

Before she could answer, he had shut the door behind him.

Lavina was left alone. She was aware that the yacht had also come to a standstill, presumably in some quiet bay where it would rest until tomorrow morning.

“Goodnight,” she said to an empty room.

Then as there was only the sound of the waves lapping against the sides, she walked quietly, without seeing anyone, or being seen, towards her own cabin.

Jill was waiting for her. She helped her off with her lovely clothes and into her elegant silk nightdress, then began to brush her long dark hair.

“Did you have an enjoyable evening, Your Ladyship?” she asked.

“Yes thank you, Jill. It was certainly a very – a very unexpected evening.”

Before Jill could ask what she meant by that Lavina said hurriedly, “You can go to bed now. I'll manage the rest for myself.”

She sat alone, slowly drawing the brush down her hair, thinking what a strange discovery she had made that night.

“If anyone had told me he was like this, I would not have believed them,” she said to herself.

“I thought he was just rude and brusque, but there is another side to him, a side that I can reach, and which seems to be reaching out to me.”

She got into bed and lay gazing into the darkness, listening to the soft murmuring of the sea. Then she fell asleep, only to dream, as she had dreamed before, that the music was whispering in her heart, and as her mother always said, in her soul.

*

The next day they docked in Aberdeen. From there they went to the railway station and began the train journey to Ballater.

Remote as the location was, it was well supplied with railways on account of its nearness to Balmoral, the Scottish country estate that Queen Victoria and Prince Albert had acquired twenty years before.

During the Prince's lifetime they had spent a part of each summer there. After his death Victoria had continued the visits alone.

At Ballater Station they piled into carriages to head for the McEwuan estate. Lavina was thrilled to see how beautiful the Scottish countryside was.

The green of the grass, the touches of heather were something new and thrilling.

She felt she was entering a new world which, thankfully, was not as frightening nor as difficult as the world in the south had become.

“What is the house like?” the Marquis asked.

“It's called McEwuan Castle,” the Earl replied, “and it is somewhat like a castle, but not as grand as the Towers.”

“That's a relief,” the Marquis said at once. “I still lose my way in that huge place. I hope your cousin has a cool head, or he will be overwhelmed at our descending on him without warning.”