“That Dermot would have been about twenty years old when it happened to him, and he lived until he was sixty—nearly forty years of smoldering resentment. It takes a long time to eradicate. The story was handed down. The family would be taught to hate those wicked Jermyns. They would be told not to go near our land. We were the ogres…it was awkward, our being neighbors.”
“I understand it more now. I am glad you told me.”
“Oh. It is something best forgotten.”
“Yes, I agree. After all, those of you who are living now are not to blame and, when you think of the terrible things that have happened in the past, there must be many similar stories.”
He smiled. “Yes. It should be forgotten. This is a rather depressing story, isn’t it? Are you feeling better now?”
“Much.”
“That’s good.”
“I wonder how Jake is getting on.”
“He will do a good job.”
“It must be rather strange, living in a place like this and never speaking to those whose lands are closest to yours.”
“Oh, the feud again! It can have its awkward moments. When people invite guests, if the Jermyns are included the Tregarlands won’t be and vice versa. We are like strangers to each other. But people come down here more and more nowadays. During the holiday season there are many strange faces around. There is no problem, really.”
“I think it is a shame nevertheless.”
“No doubt.”
“You do not bear any rancor?”
“Why should I? We were the ones who inflicted the damage, though the Tregarlands were as much against the match as we were. The Jermyn fortunes were at the time in decline with those of the Tregarlands. They did not want the marriage any more than we did. So both of the young people would have been forbidden to marry their choice. The course of true love never did run smooth, you know.”
He was anxious to introduce a light note into the conversation and the story of the star-crossed lovers had brought a touch of gloom. I could not help thinking of how that poor girl must have felt when she walked into the sea; and there was the young man who was crippled for life. Hers was perhaps the easier fate.
He asked about my home and we talked of Caddington and my parents, of Dorabella and how she and I had left school only that summer.
A great deal had happened since then.
There was something about him which led me into talking more than I normally would have done to a stranger, and soon I was telling him about what had happened in the schloss.
He looked grave and said he had heard of the youth movement which was growing very strong in Germany. He was not sure of their new leader, though he had heard that he had done a lot of good for the country.
“You will not wish to go there again for a while,” he said. “But when your sister marries, I daresay you will be visiting here.”
“I imagine we shall. We have been together all our lives…as twins are.”
“Of course.”
“So I can be confident that we shall meet again.”
“It seems possible. Which reminds me—they will be wondering what has happened to me. Do you think the horse will be ready now?”
“We’ll see. I imagine it is possible.”
We rose. Mrs. Brodie gave me a pleasant smile and I guessed it would not be long before others knew that the guest from Tregarland’s had been in her inn parlor with Jowan Jermyn.
In the smithy’s the smell of burning hoof filled the air and Starlight was standing patiently while Jake put the finishing touches to her shoe.
“There,” he said. “She’ll do a treat…a real treat. That be better, eh, old girl?”
I was wondering about paying.
Jake guessed my thoughts.
“That be all right, Miss. I’ll put it to Tregarland’s. ’Tain’t the first time I’ve done this for Starlight.”
As we rode away, I told Jowan Jermyn again how grateful I was to him.
“I cannot think what I should have done if you had not come along when you did, Mr. Jermyn.”
“I am known quite often as J.J. It’s the name you see, Jowan Jermyn. Alliteration’s artful aid. Not so artful on this occasion. Perhaps a little clumsy.”
“Not in the least.”
“Oh, you are determined to be tactful. At school, they became impatient with the two Js and dropped one of them. Jay. I am not sure that I like it. Jay! What is it! A bird. The dictionary says it is also a foolish person. A person who acts recklessly. One who crosses the road recklessly and is liable to be run over is a jay walker. You see, I am rather hoping that, apart from that artful bird, I am not very aptly named.”
“What’s in a name? What of Violetta?”
“What of it?”
“It happens to be mine.”
“It’s charming.”
“From the opera, of course. And my sister is Dorabella.”
“The twin. Also charming. I can’t speak for Dorabella, but you do not really bear a resemblance to La Traviata.”
We rode through the field.
“Keep clear of the trees,” he went on. “In case another should fall. I’ll have them inspected as soon as possible. There may well be others. I expect to be getting a list of damages on the farms, etc.”
We had passed through the fields and come to one of the winding lanes. When we reached the end of it we came to a wider thoroughfare.
He pulled up. “This marks the boundary between Tregarland and Jermyn land. We don’t trespass. Do you know where you are now?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“Go straight along…you’ll soon see the sea. So I will say goodbye, or perhaps au revoir, because, if you come down to see your sister, we shall meet again. In secret, perhaps, because your sister will be a Tregarland. Would you agree to such subterfuge?”
“I think I might.”
He bowed his head and lifted his hat. “Then, Miss Violetta, au revoir.”
I started to thank him again but he cut me short.
“It has been a great pleasure for me,” he said.
“For me, too,” I told him.
He turned his horse with an air of reluctance, and, smiling, I did the same, and rode back to Tregarland’s.
There was consternation when I arrived. Where had I been? My mother was anxious. She had expected me back before this.
I told her briefly what had happened.
“Lost her shoe! Good Heavens, you might have had a bad fall!”
“She’s a wonderful horse. Mr. Jermyn said so.”
“Mr. Jermyn?”
Then it was necessary to tell her everything. Matilda Lewyth arrived and heard what had happened.
“He was very good,” I explained. “In fact he was particularly kind and helpful.”
“Did he know you came from Tregarland’s?”
“Oh, yes. I told him I was staying here. He knew something about Dorabella. He says there is a good news service and the blacksmith’s is one of the headquarters of it. After falling off…but not badly, because Starlight was stationary…it was rather fun and quite amusing.”
“Well, I am glad it turned out like that,” said my mother. “It might have been so different.”
Dorabella returned from Plymouth with a beautiful diamond ring which delighted her. She showed it round with great pleasure and that night, as she was officially engaged, champagne was brought up from the cellars and my afternoon’s adventure slipped into insignificance.
Dorabella did come to my room afterwards. She was extremely happy and kept glancing with delight at her engagement ring. She was only vaguely interested in my adventure.
“This Jermyn man sounds interesting,” she said.
“Oh, he was. I was fortunate that he came along when he did.” I told her about the origin of the feud and that did hold her attention for a little while.
“Walked into the sea!” she said. “It’s rather romantic in a way…”
“Romantic! It’s tragic.”
“But not as bad as what happened to the man. Fancy living for the rest of his life like that. And his name was Dermot.”
“It’s a family name evidently.”
“It is all very exciting, anyway. I am glad you had a little adventure, too.”