Almost immediately he was there beside me. He put his arms about me. ‘If you insist on sleeping alone,’ he said, ‘there is only one course open to me… or two, rather. I must either offer you the bed and take the couch myself, or use the rights of a husband and carry you back to bed. Which shall it be, Clarissa? Please choose the second alternative, for I shall have a very uncomfortable night on that couch.’

He began to laugh and in spite of everything I found myself laughing also. It was typical of him to introduce a ridiculous note into a serious situation.

He had picked me up and carried me to the bed. I was momentarily reminded of that first night of our wedding when he had carried me thus. Then I had shivered with apprehension; now it was with resentful anger.

We lay in the bed together. He put his arm about me. I knew that he was trying to arouse desire in me; the act of love would make everything right between us. He always thought that was so. It was the same when he came home after a night of gambling. But I was not so easily to be won over at this time.

‘Don’t try your blandishments, Lance,’ I said.

‘All right,’ he answered. ‘I promise no blandishments. But just tell me you are not angry with me any more.’

‘But I am,’ I said. ‘I am very angry. I want to think about it.’

I moved away from him to the edge of the bed.

‘Good night,’ I said firmly.

He sighed. ‘Good night, my dearest,’ he said. ‘Tomorrow it will seem so different.’

I did not answer. He respected my desire to be left alone and we lay on either side of the bed.

I was trying to decide what I should do. That he had dared touch my money angered me; he would not be able to play such tricks with the fortune my mother had left because he would have to deal with Leigh first and I was sure Leigh would never allow it.

I knew that many husbands would have seized their wives’ fortunes. Lance had always behaved as though my money was of no importance to him. He had never shown a great interest in it—so I had thought. Yet he had dared go to Grendall’s and use it to buy stock in my name in the South Sea Company.

I pretended to be asleep as I lay there planning what I would do. It was the first time I had been really angry with Lance. True, I had resented those occasions when he disappeared for hours at the gaming tables, deserting me, so I told myself in hurt pride, for the love of the game; but I had always forgotten that resentment when he had come back and charmed me as he knew so well how to do. This was quite different.

I began to wonder whether he had married me for my money. He must have been fond of Elvira Vernon; but he had not intended to marry her. Why not? Presumably she did not have a fortune. This was not fair. He had explained to me about Elvira and I was not now the simpleton I had been at the time of that discovery. I knew that men had love-affairs before they settled down; and at least I had no cause to suspect Lance of infidelity… as yet.

Finally I dozed, and slept so late that he was gone from beside me when I awakened.

I had made up my mind. I was going to show him that I was an individual and had no intention of allowing anyone to manage my affairs—not even the most charming of husbands.

I took a sedan to Grendall’s in Cornhill, where I was shown into Mr Grendall’s office immediately.

He greeted me warmly and I told him the purpose of my visit. My husband had wrongly assumed that I wanted to invest in the South Sea Company. This was not the case. I wished to cancel the order he had given.

Mr Grendall looked dismayed. ‘But, Lady Clavering,’ he said, ‘the shares have already been bought. In these transactions it is always necessary to act with the maximum speed. They were bought two days ago.’

Two days ago! So he had not told me immediately. I felt my anger rising.

‘Then I wish them to be sold without delay.’ I said. ‘You look astonished. Is that impossible?’

‘By no means. People are clamouring for these shares. But Lady Clavering, the prospects are excellent.’

‘So I have heard, and there will be immense dividends. I am not interested. I want these shares sold at once.’

‘At whatever the market price?’

‘At whatever the market price,’ I repeated.

‘Your orders shall be carried out. I will let you know what price we obtained as soon as the transaction is through.’

‘Thank you, Mr Grendall,’ I said. ‘And I should be glad in future if you will take orders for such transactions from me in person. That is what Sir Lance and I both wish.’

‘I understand, Lady Clavering.’

I was bowed out to my chair.

Lance was in when I returned. He was clearly waiting for me.

‘Clarissa, I was worried about you. Where have you been?’

‘I have been to Cornhill to see Mr Grendall,’ I said.

‘Ah.’ He was smiling at me.

‘I have told him to sell the shares you bought with my money.’

‘To sell! But the market is rising.’

‘I have told him to sell, and that all such transactions will in future come through me and me only.’

I suppose any other man but Lance would have been furious with me. Not so Lance. He looked at me in astonishment for a moment and then laughed. There was no doubting the admiration in his eyes.

‘Clarissa,’ he said, ‘my splendid Clarissa. I am forgiven, am I not?’

I could not resist him, so I said I supposed he was.

‘It was arrogant of me. It was wrong. It was foolish. But, believe me, I was only thinking of the pleasure I should have in confronting you with the fact that you had become a richer woman.’

‘I am quite content with what I have.’

‘The world’s phenomenon,’ he said. ‘A contented woman!’

‘Oh Lance,’ I pleaded, ‘give up all this gambling. What is the purpose of it? We have enough. Why take risks in the hope of getting more?’

‘It’s not exactly money,’ he said seriously. ‘It’s the fun of it… the excitement. I’ll never get you to understand. However, my sweet Clarissa, you have taught me a lesson. I promise I will never be so foolish again. But I am forgiven my sins now. That’s so, isn’t it?’

‘Of course, and I know you were trying to do what you thought was best for me.’

We were lovers again.

It was the following day when Mr Grendall sent a messenger to me. He had sold my shares in the South Sea Company. They had been bought at a hundred pounds and sold for a thousand. Thus my five thousand had become fifty thousand.

I had become a very rich woman overnight.

I shall never forget the months that followed. There was tension and excitement in the streets of London as the price of South Sea stock rose. Lance never exactly said, I told you so, but he did point out how wealthy I might have been if I had not sold out.

He himself had put all the money he could raise into the company; sometimes he was on the verge of selling but he could never bring himself to do so. He always felt there would be another rise the following day.

Everyone was talking about the South Sea wonder. Sir Robert Walpole condemned the scheme from the start and warned the public about over-investing. It turned out, however, that he himself had bought a number of shares but, as I had, had sold out at a big profit. The Prince of Wales had also invested and sold advantageously. There was euphoria throughout the country and everyone who could scrape together a few pounds was clamouring for shares.

‘Think how much you would have to pay for those shares which you bought at a hundred,’ Lance reminded me.

‘I don’t need to think as I have no intention of buying more.’

‘You’re throwing away a fortune.’

‘On the contrary, I have made one.’

‘But, my dear Clarissa, think how much richer you would have been if you had left the shares in.’

‘On paper,’ I reminded him. ‘I have really done very well.’

‘Thanks to what you thought of as my wickedness in the first place.’

I agreed that this was so. ‘But,’ I said firmly, ‘my money remains where it is.’

‘Is that final?’ asked Lance pleadingly. He himself had nothing left with which to gamble and was itching to get his hands on my money, I knew.

‘Final,’ I replied with emphasis.

He would take me to the coffee houses, which were full of people talking of the wonder of the South Sea Company; they discussed their plans for spending their newly acquired wealth. Even the sellers of spiced gingerbread and watercress talked of the wonders of the times to come when everybody would be rich.

All through the summer the fervour persisted, and always I refused to be drawn into it.

Then, as suddenly as dreams of prosperity had come, they began to disappear. It was a hot August, I remember. We should have been in the country, but Lance could not tear himself away from the excitement of London. Each day he studied the prices and calculated how rich his shares in the South Sea Company had made him.

He came into the drawing-room where I was sitting reading and there was a look of intense excitement on his face.

I looked up and asked what had happened.

He threw himself into a chair and said: ‘The stock is down to eight hundred and fifty.’

‘Eight hundred and fifty!’ I repeated. I had taken little interest in the market and had deliberately refused to listen, but I did know that I had sold out at a thousand.

‘I can’t understand it,’ went on Lance. ‘It’s all happened in a day. It’s because of the spurious companies which have been springing up… trying to get in on the reputation of the South Sea Company. Some of them have been proved to be false and people are panicking. It’ll pass.’

But it did not pass. The next day the shares were down to eight hundred and twenty and within the next two days to seven hundred.

The mood of the streets had changed. There were gloomy faces in the coffee houses; the street merchants were looking anxious and the traders chattered in hushed voices.

‘It’ll pass,’ said Lance. ‘It’s just a momentary panic. Then they’ll shoot up higher than ever. People are beginning to sell. When the shares go up they’ll have to pay higher to get them back.’

By mid-September the shares had tumbled to one hundred and fifty. I marvelled that what I had sold for a thousand would not bring in one hundred and fifty now. I shuddered to think how quickly fortunes could be made and lost.

Even Lance was uneasy now. On the last day of September the shares had dropped below a hundred. I remember that day so well. I had never seen him so downcast before.

I ran to him in consternation when he came in from the city.

‘Why, Lance,’ I cried, ‘what has happened?’

He said: ‘Frank Welling has killed himself.’

I knew Frank Welling. He was one of the first of Lance’s friends I had met after my marriage—a wealthy man with estates in the country and a magnificent town house in St James’s Street. I knew that he had been a gambling friend of Lance’s and they often went to clubs together.

‘He shot himself,’ said Lance. ‘He lost everything.’

‘How dreadful for his family.’

‘I’m afraid there will be others like him.’

I was so passionately angry. Why could they not resist the desire to gamble? They knew the risk involved. How could they be so foolhardy?

I thought of Frank Welling’s wife, and there were three children, I remembered. What tragedy had come to their lives which before had been so comfortable, and all because of an irresistible desire to grow rich quickly and take a gamble on it.

Frank Welling’s case was one of many. Those excited people who had thronged the coffee houses now assembled there to discuss the tragedy which had befallen them. Everyone was talking about what they called the South Sea Bubble.

Very few people had profited from that affair—only people like Robert Walpole and the Prince of Wales who had foreseen disaster, and those like myself who had no desire to gamble.

I was afraid for Lance, for I knew he must have lost heavily. He had. Fortunately the estate in the country was intact. I had been afraid that he might try to raise money on that. I believe he had been contemplating doing so when he realized how things had been going. He still would have the town house but everything else was reduced to a fraction of what it had been before.

For a few days he was very despondent indeed, but after that his spirits rose. I believed he was assuring himself that he would soon win back his losses. After a few days he was saying that it was all part of the gamble. He had lost this time but would win the next.