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Seven

STRAWS IN THE WIND

I“Not too bad, boy,” said old Briggs grudgingly¹, “not too bad.”

He was expressing approval of his new assistant’s performance in digging a strip of ground. Itwouldn’t do, thought Briggs, to let the young fellow get above himself.

“Mind you,” he went on, “you don’t want to rush at things. Take it steady, that’s what I say.

Steady is what does it.”

The young man understood that his performance had compared rather too favourably² withBriggs’s own tempo³ of work.

“Now, along this here,” continued Briggs, “we’ll put some nice asters out. She don’t like asters—but I pay no attention. Females has their whims⁴, but if you don’t pay no attention, ten to onethey never notice. Though I will say She is the noticing kind on the whole. You’d think she ’adenough to bother her head about, running a place like this.”

Adam understood that “She” who figured so largely in Briggs’s conversation referred to MissBulstrode.

“And who was it I saw you talking to just now?” went on Briggs suspiciously, “when you wentalong to the potting shed for them bamboos?”

“Oh, that was just one of the young ladies,” said Adam.

“Ah. One of them two Eye-ties, wasn’t it? Now you be careful, my boy. Don’t you get mixedup with no Eye-ties, I know what I’m talkin’ about. I knew Eye-ties, I did, in the first war and ifI’d known then what I know now I’d have been more careful. See?”

“Wasn’t no harm in it,” said Adam, putting on a sulky manner. “Just passed the time of daywith me, she did, and asked the names of one or two things.”

“Ah,” said Briggs, “but you be careful. It’s not your place to talk to any of the young ladies. Shewouldn’t like it.”

“I wasn’t doing no harm and I didn’t say anything I shouldn’t.”

“I don’t say you did, boy. But I say a lot o’ young females penned up together here with not somuch as a drawing master to take their minds off things—well, you’d better be careful. That’s all.

Ah, here comes the Old Bitch now. Wanting something difficult, I’ll be bound.”

Miss Bulstrode was approaching with a rapid step. “Good morning, Briggs,” she said. “Goodmorning—er—”

“Adam, miss.”

“Ah yes, Adam. Well, you seem to have got that piece dug very satisfactorily. The wirenetting’s coming down by the far tennis court, Briggs. You’d better attend to that.”

“All right, ma’am, all right. It’ll be seen to.”

“What are you putting in front here?”

“Well ma’am, I had thought—”

“Not asters,” said Miss Bulstrode, without giving him time to finish “Pom Pom dahlias,” andshe departed briskly.

“Coming along—giving orders,” said Briggs. “Not that she isn’t a sharp one. She soon notices ifyou haven’t done work properly. And remember what I’ve said and be careful, boy. About Eye-ties and the others.”

“If she’s any fault to find with me, I’ll soon know what I can do,” said Adam sulkily. “Plenty o’

jobs going.”

“Ah. That’s like you young men all over nowadays. Won’t take a word from anybody. All I sayis, mind your step.”

Adam continued to look sulky, but bent⁵ to his work once more.

Miss Bulstrode walked back along the path towards the school. She was frowning a little.

Miss Vansittart was coming in the opposite direction.

“What a hot afternoon,” said Miss Vansittart.

“Yes, it’s very sultry and oppressive.” Again Miss Bulstrode frowned. “Have you noticed thatyoung man—the young gardener?”

“No, not particularly.”

“He seems to me—well—an odd type,” said Miss Bulstrode thoughtfully. “Not the usual kindaround here.”

“Perhaps he’s just come down from Oxford⁶ and wants to make a little money.”

“He’s good-looking. The girls notice him.”

“The usual problem.”

Miss Bulstrode smiled. “To combine freedom for the girls and strict supervision—is that whatyou mean, Eleanor?”

“Yes.”

“We manage,” said Miss Bulstrode.

“Yes, indeed. You’ve never had a scandal at Meadowbank, have you?”

“We’ve come near it once or twice,” said Miss Bulstrode. She laughed. “Never a dull momentin running a school.” She went on, “Do you ever find life dull here, Eleanor?”

“No indeed,” said Miss Vansittart. “I find the work here most stimulating⁷ and satisfying. Youmust feel very proud and happy, Honoria, at the great success you have achieved.”

“I think I made a good job of things,” said Miss Bulstrode thoughtfully. “Nothing, of course, isever quite as one first imagined it….

“Tell me, Eleanor,” she said suddenly, “if you were running this place instead of me, whatchanges would you make? Don’t mind saying. I shall be interested to hear.”

“I don’t think I should want to make any changes,” said Eleanor Vansittart. “It seems to me thespirit of the place and the whole organization is well-nigh perfect.”

“You’d carry on on the same lines, you mean?”

“Yes, indeed. I don’t think they could be bettered.” Miss Bulstrode was silent for a moment.

She was thinking to herself: I wonder if she said that in order to please me. One never knows withpeople. However close to them you may have been for years. Surely, she can’t really mean that.

Anybody with any creative feeling at all must want to make changes. It’s true, though, that itmightn’t have seemed tactful to say so … And tact⁸ is very important. It’s important with parents,it’s important with the girls, it’s important with the staff. Eleanor certainly has tact.

Aloud, she said, “There must always be adjustments, though, mustn’t there? I mean withchanging ideas and conditions of life generally.”

“Oh, that, yes,” said Miss Vansittart. “One has, as they say, to go with the times. But it’s yourschool, Honoria, you’ve made it what it is and your traditions are the essence of it. I think traditionis very important, don’t you?”

Miss Bulstrode did not answer. She was hovering⁹ on the brink¹⁰ of irrevocable words. The offerof a partnership¹¹ hung in the air. Miss Vansittart, though seeming unaware¹² in her well-bred way,must be conscious of the fact that it was there. Miss Bulstrode did not know really what washolding her back. Why did she so dislike to commit herself? Probably, she admitted ruefully,because she hated the idea of giving up control. Secretly, of course, she wanted to stay, she wantedto go on running her school. But surely nobody could be a worthier¹³ successor than Eleanor? Sodependable, so reliable. Of course, as far as that went, so was dear Chaddy—reliable as they came.

And yet you could never envisage¹⁴ Chaddy as headmistress of an outstanding school.

“What do I want?” said Miss Bulstrode to herself. “How tiresome¹⁶ I am being! Really,indecision has never been one of my faults up to now.”

A bell sounded in the distance.

“My German class,” said Miss Vansittart. “I must go in.” She moved at a rapid but dignifiedstep towards the school buildings. Following her more slowly, Miss Bulstrode almost collidedwith Eileen Rich, hurrying from a side path.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Miss Bulstrode. I didn’t see you.” Her hair, as usual, was escaping from itsuntidy bun. Miss Bulstrode noted¹⁷ anew the ugly but interesting bones of her face, a strange, eager,compelling young woman.

“You’ve got a class?”

“Yes. English—”

“You enjoy teaching, don’t you?” said Miss Bulstrode.

“I love it. It’s the most fascinating thing in the world.”

“Why?”

Eileen Rich stopped dead. She ran a hand through her hair. She frowned with the effort ofthought.

“How interesting. I don’t know that I’ve really thought about it. Why does one like teaching? Isit because it makes one feel grand and important? No, no … it’s not as bad as that. No, it’s morelike fishing, I think. You don’t know what catch you’re going to get, what you’re going to drag upfrom the sea. It’s the quality of the response. It’s so exciting when it comes. It doesn’t very often,of course.”

Miss Bulstrode nodded in agreement. She had been right! This girl had something!

“I expect you’ll run a school of your own some day,” she said.

“Oh, I hope so,” said Eileen Rich. “I do hope so. That’s what I’d like above anything.”

“You’ve got ideas already, haven’t you, as to how a school should be run?”

“Everyone has ideas, I suppose,” said Eileen Rich. “I daresay a great many of them are fantasticand they’d go utterly¹⁸ wrong. That would be a risk, of course. But one would have to try them out.

I would have to learn by experience … The awful thing is that one can’t go by other people’sexperience, can one?”

“Not really,” said Miss Bulstrode. “In life one has to make one’s own mistakes.”

“That’s all right in life,” said Eileen Rich. “In life you can pick yourself up and start again.” Herhands, hanging at her sides, clenched¹⁹ themselves into fists. Her expression was grim. Thensuddenly it relaxed into humour. “But if a school’s gone to pieces, you can’t very well pick that upand start again, can you?”

“If you ran a school like Meadowbank,” said Miss Bulstrode, “would you make changes—experiment?”

Eileen Rich looked embarrassed. “That’s—that’s an awfully²⁰ hard thing to say,” she said.

“You mean you would,” said Miss Bulstrode. “Don’t mind speaking your mind, child.”

“One would always want, I suppose, to use one’s own ideas,” said Eileen Rich. “I don’t saythey’d work. They mightn’t.”

“But it would be worth taking a risk?”

“It’s always worth taking a risk, isn’t it?” said Eileen Rich. “I mean if you feel strongly enoughabout anything.”

“You don’t object to leading a dangerous life. I see … ” said Miss Bulstrode.

“I think I’ve always led a dangerous life.” A shadow passed over the girl’s face. “I must go.

They’ll be waiting.” She hurried off.

Miss Bulstrode stood looking after her. She was still standing¹⁵ there lost in thought when MissChadwick came hurrying to find her.

“Oh! there you are. We’ve been looking everywhere for you. Professor Anderson has just rungup. He wants to know if he can take Meroe this next weekend. He knows it’s against the rules sosoon but he’s going off quite suddenly to—somewhere that sounds like Azure²¹ Basin.”

“Azerbaijan,” said Miss Bulstrode automatically, her mind still on her own thoughts.

“Not enough experience,” she murmured to herself. “That’s the risk. What did you say,Chaddy?”

Miss Chadwick repeated the message.

“I told Miss Shapland to say that we’d ring him back, and sent her to find you.”

“Say it will be quite all right,” said Miss Bulstrode. “I recognize that this is an exceptionaloccasion.”

Miss Chadwick looked at her keenly.

“You’re worrying, Honoria.”

“Yes, I am. I don’t really know my own mind. That’s unusual for me—and it upsets me … Iknow what I’d like to do — but I feel that to hand over to someone without the necessaryexperience wouldn’t be fair to the school.”

“I wish you’d give up this idea of retirement²². You belong here. Meadowbank needs you.”

“Meadowbank means a lot to you, Chaddy, doesn’t it?”

“There’s no school like it anywhere in England,” said Miss Chadwick. “We can be proud ofourselves, you and I, for having started it.”

Miss Bulstrode put an affectionate arm round her shoulders. “We can indeed, Chaddy. As foryou, you’re the comfort of my life. There’s nothing about Meadowbank you don’t know. You carefor it as much as I do. And that’s saying a lot, my dear.”

Miss Chadwick flushed with pleasure. It was so seldom that Honoria Bulstrode broke throughher reserve.

II

“I simply can’t play with the beastly thing. It’s no good.”

Jennifer flung her racquet down in despair.

“Oh, Jennifer, what a fuss you make.”

“It’s the balance,” Jennifer picked it up again and waggled it experimentally. “It doesn’t balanceright.”

“It’s much better than my old thing,” Julia compared her racquet. “Mine’s like a sponge. Listento the sound of it.” She twanged. “We meant to have it restrung, but Mummy forgot.”

“I’d rather have it than mine, all the same.” Jennifer took it and tried a swish or two with it.

“Well, I’d rather have yours. I could really hit something then. I’ll swap²³, if you will.”

“All right then, swap.”

The two girls peeled off the small pieces of adhesive²⁴ plaster on which their names were written,and reaffixed them, each to the other’s racquet.

“I’m not going to swap back again,” said Julia warningly. “So it’s no use saying you don’t likemy old sponge.”

III

Adam whistled cheerfully as he tacked²⁵ up the wire netting round the tennis court. The door of theSports Pavilion opened and Mademoiselle Blanche, the little mousy French Mistress, looked out.

She seemed startled at the sight of Adam. She hesitated for a moment and then went back inside.

“Wonder what she’s been up to,” said Adam to himself. It would not have occurred to him thatMademoiselle Blanche had been up to anything, if it had not been for her manner. She had a guiltylook which immediately roused surmise²⁶ in his mind. Presently she came out again, closing thedoor behind her, and paused to speak as she passed him.

“Ah, you repair the netting, I see.”

“Yes, miss.”

“They are very fine courts here, and the swimming pool and the pavilion too. Oh! le sport! Youthink a lot in England of le sport, do you not?”

“Well, I suppose we do, miss.”

“Do you play tennis yourself?” Her eyes appraised²⁷ him in a definitely feminine way and with afaint invitation in her glance. Adam wondered once more about her. It struck him thatMademoiselle Blanche was a somewhat unsuitable French Mistress for Meadowbank.

“No,” he said untruthfully, “I don’t play tennis. Haven’t got the time.”

“You play cricket, then?”

“Oh well, I played cricket as a boy. Most chaps do.”

“I have not had much time to look around,” said Angèle Blanche. “Not until today and it was sofine I thought I would like to examine the Sports Pavilion. I wish to write home to my friends inFrance who keep a school.”

Again Adam wondered a little. It seemed a lot of unnecessary explanation. It was almost asthough Mademoiselle Blanche wished to excuse her presence out here at the Sports Pavilion. Butwhy should she? She had a perfect right to go anywhere in the school grounds that she pleased.

There was certainly no need to apologize for it to a gardener’s assistant. It raised queries²⁸ again inhis mind. What had this young woman been doing in the Sports Pavilion?

He looked thoughtfully at Mademoiselle Blanche. It would be a good thing perhaps to know alittle more about her. Subtly, deliberately²⁹, his manner changed. It was still respectful but not quiteso respectful. He permitted his eyes to tell her that she was an attractive-looking young woman.

“You must find it a bit dull sometimes working in a girls’ school, miss,” he said.

“It does not amuse me very much, no.”

“Still,” said Adam, “I suppose you get your times off, don’t you?”

There was a slight pause. It was as though she were debating with herself. Then, he felt it waswith slight regret, the distance between them was deliberately widened.

“Oh yes,” she said, “I have adequate time off. The conditions of employment here areexcellent.” She gave him a little nod of the head. “Good morning.” She walked off towards thehouse.

“You’ve been up to something,” said Adam to himself, “in the Sports Pavilion.”

He waited till she was out of sight, then he left his work, went across to the Sports Pavilion andlooked inside. But nothing that he could see was out of place. “All the same,” he said to himself,“she was up to something.”

As he came out again, he was confronted unexpectedly by Ann Shapland.

“Do you know where Miss Bulstrode is?” she asked.

“I think she’s gone back to the house, miss. She was talking to Briggs just now.”

Ann was frowning.

“What are you doing in the Sports Pavilion?”

Adam was slightly taken aback. Nasty suspicious mind she’s got, he thought. He said, with afaint insolence³⁰ in his voice:

“Thought I’d like to take a look at it. No harm in looking, is there?”

“Oughtn’t you to be getting on with your work?”

“I’ve just about finished nailing the wire round the tennis court.” He turned, looking up at thebuilding behind him. “This is new, isn’t it? Must have cost a packet. The best of everything theyoung ladies here get, don’t they?”

“They pay for it,” said Ann dryly.

“Pay through the nose, so I’ve heard,” agreed Adam.

He felt a desire he hardly understood himself, to wound or annoy this girl. She was so coolalways, so self-sufficient. He would really enjoy seeing her angry.

But Ann did not give him that satisfaction. She merely said:

“You’d better finish tacking³¹ up the netting,” and went back towards the house. Halfway³² there,she slackened speed and looked back. Adam was busy at the tennis wire. She looked from him tothe Sports Pavilion in a puzzled manner.

 

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