you with a cup of tea before I go?’ Vicky’s curiosity was heightened; it wasn’t often the boss came down here to talk in the middle of the day.
‘No, no,’ he told her. ‘It’s fine. But will you please tell him I called by, and that I have business to discuss with him.’ He paused, not wanting to alarm her. ‘If you wouldn’t mind, Vicky, I’d like you to be there as well. In fact, what I have to say might concern all of you.’
Seeing her expression of concern, he quickly added, ‘I’d rather not discuss it now, but I’ll be here at about eight. Will you have finished your evening meal by then?’
‘Well, yes, but – what is it, Mr Maitland? What’s wrong? It all seems very serious.’
‘You’re not to worry,’ he said gently. ‘We’ll talk this evening, then. Goodbye for now.’ Quickly, before she could ask any more questions, he climbed into the car and drove off, leaving Vicky in a quandary.
‘Is everything all right?’ Lucy had seen Leonard leave and now, with Vicky seeming deep in thought, her happy singing silenced and the window-cloth hanging forgotten in her hand, she grew alarmed.
‘He told me not to worry,’ Vicky answered, ‘but it’s odd all the same.’ She raised her gaze to Lucy. ‘Mr Maitland says he has business to discuss with me and Barney.’ Picking up her bucket she dumped the cloth in it and walked to the kitchen door. ‘It all seems very serious to me,’ she told Lucy. ‘He’s coming back tonight, after we’ve had our supper.’
‘Crikey!’ Lucy had become as close to this family as if she was born to it, and what affected them, was bound to affect her. ‘What d’you reckon it could be, to fetch him out here at this time of day? And you say he’s coming back again tonight …’
There was something not right here, Lucy thought. Something was brewing and like Vicky she, too, was afraid.
Her friend began pacing the kitchen floor. ‘I’m not sure what to do, Lucy,’ she said. ‘Should I go and tell Barney now, or should I simply get on with my work and tell him when he comes home?’
‘Do you want my opinion?’ Lucy asked.
‘Of course!’
‘Do what you just said – wait till Barney gets home. Let’s have a cup of tea and a sandwich like we allus do at this time of day, then we’ll get on with our work and leave Barney to do the same. Tell him tonight, but not until after he’s had his dinner, because if you tell him before, he’ll be so worried he won’t eat.’
‘You’re right, lass,’ Vicky agreed. ‘That’s what we’ll do.’
While Lucy went to fetch Jamie from his nap, Vicky put the kettle on. Dear God, was there some sort of trouble in store? Just now, when everything was going so well, she prayed their lives were not about to be disrupted.
In the sitting room, where Lucy was lifting the child from the pram, she had that same sense of dread. ‘Mr Maitland’s been here,’ she told little Jamie. ‘It seems he’s got business to discuss with Barney and Vicky. I can’t imagine what it could be, but it’s important enough for him to come back and talk with them tonight.’ She tutted. ‘I just hope it isn’t bad news.’
She kissed his head and sat him on the little enamel potty for a minute or two chiding herself for thinking the worst. For all she knew, it might even be good news. And keeping that in mind, she took the little boy to join Vicky, who was just laying the table for the three of them.
As she dragged the high chair across to the table, Lucy commented, ‘Happen Mr Maitland is right and you shouldn’t worry. I mean, it might be good news he’s bringing tonight. There’s no reason why it should be anything bad, is there?’
‘No, there isn’t!’ Vicky’s face lit in a smile. ‘You could be right, lass – it might be good news.’ The woman was glad of Lucy’s encouraging words. ‘It could be something to do with buying another tractor, mebbe, or he might even be sending in the workmen to put a new roof on this place. Lord knows, it’s been leaking long enough.’ She gave a comical little laugh. ‘Barney’s repaired it so many times it’s beginning to look like a patchwork quilt.’
Going off to the scullery, she reappeared with a tray containing a pot of tea and four chunky ham-and-chutney sandwiches, together with a dish of soup for the child and an apple.
Vicky took a hearty bite out of her sandwich. She chatted and laughed with the little boy and his mother, but all the while at the back of her mind was Leonard’s visit.
Lucy liked to think the best.
Vicky thought the worst.
She also thought of that unexpected moment when their employer had put his hands round her waist and lifted her effortlessly to the ground … ‘Leonard Maitland is a kind man,’ she told Lucy now, unable to leave the subject for long. ‘I can’t imagine he’s about to bring us bad news.’
‘Huh!’ Lucy spooned a helping of soup into her son’s mouth. ‘It’s that woman he’s chosen to be his wife who’s the bad news. The poor man came all the way back from his long journey, and there wasn’t anyone with him. Don’t you think she should have met him off his ship? No, if you ask me, he’ll have a life of hell if he ever puts a ring on that one’s finger.’
‘I hope not,’ Vicky answered quietly. ‘He’s such a lovely man, he deserves a good marriage.’
‘Like you and your Barney,’ Lucy said. ‘But not every marriage can be as good as yours, you know.’
‘I’ve been fortunate,’ Vicky said wistfully. ‘Oh Lucy, I love him so much! I don’t know what I’d do without him. God did a wonderful thing, when He brought me and my Barney together.’
Not for the first time, Lucy wondered if she would ever know that same kind of love. ‘I wonder what Edward Trent is doing now?’ she said.
‘Do you care?’ Vicky was surprised to hear the girl mention that man’s name.
Lucy shook her head. ‘No. To tell you the truth, I don’t know how I could ever have thought I loved him in the first place.’
‘Well, at least he gave you little Jamie.’ Vicky had come to love the child as if he was her own.
Lucy gazed fondly at her son. ‘I know it’s a sad thing to say, but I hope he grows up, never knowing his father.’
Vicky saw the bitterness in Lucy’s face and deliberately changed the subject. ‘Uh-oh – look at the time,’ she said. ‘Let’s finish the chores, and after that, you and young James should get yourselves home before it starts getting dark. Besides, you must be bone-tired. What with cleaning all the upstairs windows and changing every bed in the house, you’ve done two days’ work in one. I honestly don’t know how I ever managed before you came to join us. Thank you, love.’
‘Are you sure?’ It was true – Lucy was exhausted and there was nothing she wanted more right now than to go home for a well-earned rest. However, seeing how worried Vicky was, she offered, ‘I don’t mind staying to help prepare the evening meal. I’m sure Barney or one of the boys would run me home.’
Vicky shook her head. ‘Don’t think I’m not grateful,’ she told Lucy, ‘but I’m best off working. By the time I’ve got the supper ready, Barney should be home. Soonever he’s eaten, I’ll tell him how Mr Maitland’s coming by to visit.’
As she helped clear away the crockery, she added, almost to herself, ‘I can’t wait to know what business he has that he couldn’t discuss with me – especially as he said he wants me there when he talks with Barney.’
A short time later, Lucy left, holding the little boy by his hand. It wasn’t far to walk back to the cottage. She often left the pram at Overhill Farm. ‘I hope everything goes all right,’ she told Vicky. ‘If you need me, you know where I am.’
At eight-thirty,