The Laceys’ stay in Naples was particularly interesting. The Duchess of Devonshire had provided the couple with an introduction to the British Envoy to the Court of Naples, Sir William Hamilton, an amateur vulcanologist, whose beautiful wife was the famous, or infamous, Emma Hamilton, the future mistress of the hero of Trafalgar, Lord Horatio Nelson. I was scanning the pages for interesting entries, when one caught my eye:


14 April — Lady Hamilton never fails to amuse. Tonight, by request of the King, she posed in one of her attitudes as Cleopatra, ending with the Queen of Egypt’s death scene. With little more than a few shawls, including one that served as an asp, Lady Hamilton portrayed the grieving queen taking her life after learning that her lover, Mark Antony, was dead. I found myself drawn into her tableau and was deeply touched when at last Cleopatra closed her eyes. However, Will was offended by the suggestive nature of her poses but did not object when I struck a similar pose that evening after we had retired.


I was so glad that Lizzy and Will had married before the Victorian Age. Two generations later, a woman would never have written about the intimacies of marriage, but it was obvious these two lovers complemented each other in so many ways.

I was about to type out the entry regarding Lizzy and Will’s journey to Mt. Vesuvius, where Will burnt the soles of his boots on the lava, when the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, I nearly broke Beth’s ribs I hugged her so tightly.

“I thought you might be going dotty typing all those diaries, so I decided to come to London for a few days to see how you were getting on,” Beth said, putting down her suitcase. We went into the morning room, and Beth rang for Andrews. Andrews entered the room with a look of disapproval, believing I was the one who had summoned him. When he saw Beth, his whole demeanor changed.

“Andrews, is it possible to have some sandwiches served in here on a tray? Whatever is in the larder will do.” This was the Beth I rarely saw, but when I did, it was apparent she had grown up in a household full of servants and was quite comfortable in giving orders.

I told Beth I had come up with an idea that could possibly make everyone happy. A timeline showing events taking place in the lives of the Lacey family, along with transcriptions from Lizzy’s diary, would be juxtaposed with quotations from Pride and Prejudice.

After thinking for a few minutes, Beth said she liked it, and after finishing the history, she hoped I would continue working on the diary “at my leisure.” I didn’t say anything about going back to the States.

I told Beth how Lizzy called Will “her visitor” whenever they made love. “They were really and truly in love, just like you and Jack.”

Smiling, she said, “I can take a hint. But let’s wait for Andrews to bring the sandwiches. He is positively Victorian, and he wouldn’t appreciate hearing a discussion of my love life.”

Andrews brought in a tray with cucumber sandwiches and coffee. After making sure he was safely out of the room, Beth said, “Actually, at first, it wasn’t Jack whom I was attracted to but his brother, who was exactly my age. You’ve seen pictures of Tom at Crofton Wood, but they don’t do him justice. He had these incredible blue eyes and the most engaging smile. He was also a comedian, which made him everyone’s favorite.

“When I was about sixteen, Tom had invited me to go to a dance in Stepton. Matthew dropped the two of us and Billy, the footman, off at the dance hall. About an hour later, Jack came in with some friends and asked me to dance. He was most unpleasant.” Straightening her skirt, she continued, “He said the local girls had been waiting all week to come to the dance to show off in front of the boys, and then I had walked in and hogged the limelight.”

I couldn’t help but wince. Apparently, Jack didn’t approve of masters and minions mixing.

“I was terribly hurt because the thought had never entered my mind. After I had a few dances with the local boys, Jack offered to take me home. I had no choice because, if I rang the house,  they would know what I had got up to. I was really quite intimidated by Mr. Crowell, and I didn’t want to have a lecture about above stairs and below stairs not mixing. When I got out of the car, I said to Jack, ‘You don’t like me very much, do you?’ And do you know what he said? ‘If anything, I like you too much.’ From that time on, I certainly paid more attention to him, but nothing exciting happened until the motor tour.”

“I’m surprised your mother let you go.”

“No more than I. But I didn’t know until later how much maneuvering my grandmother had done behind the scenes. We were a couple of weeks into the trip when we arrived in Brighton. While Reed was busy sketching, Jack and I went for long walks. Finally, he kissed me. There was nothing chaste about these kisses. We just about devoured each other. When we returned to Montclair, he acted as if we hadn’t been at each other for weeks. But before I knew it, he was on his way to Manchester, and I was off to Cambridge.

“At our annual Christmas tea, I slipped Jack a note asking him to meet me at an abandoned cottage the following day. I nearly froze waiting for him, but he did come. He was very agitated, and we had a violent argument. He said something to the effect that if we were ever to be together, I would have to be willing to give up Montclair and everything that went with it. I told him I would come into some money of my own from a trust fund when I turned twenty-one the following year. This is what he said to that, ‘Christ, would you listen to yourself? Someone who is going to come into some money from a trust fund shouldn’t be sneaking around with the butler’s son.’ And he stormed off.

“After the Lenten term, Jack came home, as he always did, but made no attempt to see me. Then one day my mother sent me to find Clyde, who was not quite normal, but who was capable of exercising the horses. Often, when out on his rides, he’d find a nice shade tree, tie up the horse, and have a lie-down. When I got to the stables, Jack was mucking out the stalls, filling in for one of the grooms. He asked if I was looking for him, and I said ‘yes.’ And he said, ‘What do you want?’ And I answered, ‘I want you to love me.’

“‘I already do. What else do you want?’ He said it just like that. ‘What else do you want?’

“I told him that I wanted him to marry me, and he dropped his rake and asked, ‘Have you gone off your head?’ I stood my ground and said, ‘No, I’m just in love.’

“I don’t know why he finally gave in, but we had a most pleasant afternoon. We met whenever we could, usually at an abandoned cottage at the far end of the property. But then he had to go back to Manchester, and I had to go through the motions of my third season. My mother was nearly in a panic because it was believed if a girl was not married by the third season, something was wrong with her, or why had she not made a match?

“The previous season I had met a handsome and intelligent gentleman named Colin Matheson. He had quite a reputation as a ladies’ man, and although I found him to be attractive, I was not going to be one of those who practically swooned when he came into the room. He asked if he could call on me, and not wanting to encourage him because of Jack, I told him I had a very crowded schedule. He didn’t like that answer, and he didn’t call. When my mother saw him in Paris, he told her what I had said, and she was not amused.

“Because I was in love with Jack, I had to put on this performance of looking for a husband, and so during the 1914 season, I encouraged Colin. Mama was so pleased with the way things were going that she agreed to let me go back to Montclair for a week’s rest before getting back into the game for the second half of the season. Of course, the reason I wanted to go back home was because Jack would be at Montclair on summer break.

“Don’t let anyone ever tell you that women are the worst gossips. Reed and I returned to Montclair by car with Billy Hitchens as our driver. Apparently, Billy told Jack about Colin, and when I went to look for him, his mother said he had gone up to the Highlands to work on a school project and would be gone for the rest of the summer. I went up to my room and cried my eyes out. When I returned to London, I agreed that Colin and I would become engaged at Christmastime.”

Beth closed her eyes as she tried to retrieve memories from thirty years earlier. “The summer of 1914 was glorious. There was no end to tennis parties and picnics. Colin and I drove down to Henley, where we met some of Reed’s friends, and we all went rowing on the Thames. My Aunt Laura, an admirer of Wordsworth, was visiting from New York, and we all went up to the Lake District and Windermere. You could hardly move with all the people strolling about the village. But Aunt Laura and Uncle Cal in New York did not come alone. Without my mother’s knowledge, they had brought Ellen Manning and little Gloria with them.”

“So Trevor got to see his daughter.”

“Yes, he did. Trevor, Ellen, and Gloria spent two weeks at the resort town of Eastbourne. It was Trevor’s intention to go to work for my Uncle Cal after the war and to marry Ellen. But you know what happened in France.

“All of that summer, there had been talk about war, and the great powers were mobilizing. But even after Archduke Ferdinand and his wife were assassinated, it seemed impossible that a major war would break out as a result of a death in the Balkans. But Colin was less optimistic.” Turning around facing the door, she said, “And I hear someone.”

It was Geoff. Beth was pleased to see him, and he put on his best public school manners and asked after the family. Reaching into her purse, she took out a piece of paper. “I’ve had a letter from Michael.” I moved to the sofa, so that Geoff and I could read it together. “I apologize for the handwriting. I don’t know what happened there, and he often forgets to date his letters.” I thought to myself, so did William Lacey.


Dear Mom, Dad, James, Angela, and Maggie,

This is my first day off since I arrived. It’s been ten days of twelve-hour shifts. Lubeck was used by the Luftwaffe as a night fighter base (Junkers 88s for those interested). Because it was a permanent installation on the North Sea, we have some very nice digs. The barracks is a brick building with central heating and is well insulated.

Since my arrival, I have been working on C-47 Dakotas exclusively. The Dakotas’ cargo is mostly coal, tobacco, and flour, but one crew delivered the goat mascot for the South Wales Borderer Regiment. The dust from the coal and flour get into everything, and it’s a nasty business cleaning everything for the next go-round, but these crews are stellar.

Starting tomorrow, I will be flying in and out of Berlin to work on aircraft that, for one reason or another, were unfit for the return flight. My crew and I will fly in with the parts, fix it, and return to Lubeck. The sergeant major asked if I wanted to go home on a short leave or have the time deducted from the end of my enlistment. I chose the latter because that will get me home on or about November 18th instead of the 25th.

Even though I don’t write that often, it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t. I’m too tired to do anything other than read your letters. It would be a lonely place without them. I love you all.


Mike


“Mike’s the last one to be demobbed,” Geoff said, “so we’ll have to have a grand party welcoming him back to civilian life.”

“Will Alberta be joining us?” Beth asked.

“No. Bertie and I have parted company,” Geoff said without his usual flippancy. “On the advice of a friend, I ended it because it was basically unworkable.”

After several discussions with Geoff about his relationship with Alberta, he had asked for my opinion. I told him that if I was in a relationship that was unworkable, I would rather know about it sooner rather than later. I had started a letter to Rob saying just that, but that letter was on my desk next to one I had received from my mother telling me my Aunt Marie was unwell. Mom did not say I should come home, but knowing how important my aunt was to me, she wanted to let me know that, at my aunt’s age, things could go from bad to worse very quickly.

Other than my mother, my grandmother’s sister Marie was the most important person in my life. She believed I could do anything I set my mind to. When I wanted to move to Washington after finishing secretarial school, my mother thought I was too shy to work in a big city, but Aunt Marie had encouraged me to go. When I hesitated about going to Germany to work for the Army Exchange Service, she told me if I didn’t go, I’d end up marrying a local boy and popping a kid out every other year. She practically pushed me out the door.