Date: Sat, 29 Oct 2011 19:59:29 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tom Browning's Schooldays Chapter 20

			 Tom Browning's Schooldays

				    By

				   Joel

			      Chapter Twenty



Yes, it certainly was proud!  And long!  And hard!  And it was sticking in
my ear!  Jabez had doffed his nightshirt and was standing nude flexing his
arm and chest muscles and poking his massive tassel at my head to wake me
up.  I quickly turned my head and opened my mouth as far as I could.  As
his prick could not stay up against his belly like mine and Robin's because
of it's length and weight it was at such an angle I could take it straight
into my mouth.  I turned in the bed and put my legs out so I could more
easily clasp Jabez round the hips and close my mouth on his monster.

     I tried to push his skin back with my lips but it was thick and
overhung his bulbous end. I let go of his hips with my right arm and
gripped his weapon and pulled the skin back sharply and laved and sucked on
his most sensitive bulging end which in itself almost filled my mouth.
Within moments he was panting as I pulled back and forth on his length as
well.  He let out a long moan as his hips bucked and he filled my mouth
with such an outflow I had no time to swallow but let the flood drip down
my chin.

     "Huh, huh, huh," he breathed rhythmically as the spurts diminished and
stopped.  I held him still as his legs trembled and his muscles twitched.
His prick dropped from my mouth as he bent down and hugged me to him as his
mouth met mine.  He sucked his seed from me and we kissed and tongues
jousted against each other.  Within moments my nightshirt was off and I was
back over the bed with his mouth engulfing my own erect prick.  Without
effort he took the whole length into his mouth and throat and his head
see-sawed up and down as he raised me to an incredible height of ecstasy
before I flooded his own mouth with my juices.  Again mouths met and we
held each other tight, our bodies close and our legs tangled together.

     We were both panting with the exertion of our youthful passion and
smiled at each other as we tenderly kissed again.

     "Jabez," I whispered, "That is something I have only done with Robin.
You know it, too!"

     "Tom, that is something I and my dearest Mehmet have learned.  We are
the greatest of friends and I have been repaid so handsomely by his love
and attention since I suggested he might help your Uncle.  He is not here
on false pretences.  Your Uncle thinks highly of his skills and I have
grown to feel we will be together as long as it is possible."  He nuzzled
my ear.  "I confess I love him and he loves me."

     I held Jabez tight again.  "I love my Robin and I know he loves me.
Is it the same for all boys I wonder?"
     Jabez waited a moment before answering.  "I will break no confidences
but I will tell you that Jasper Pembridge and Jacob Purrett are together.
I have talked privately with both and they say they have been together
since they were band boys of fifteen in the Guards.  They served as young
soldiers and then were recommended to your Uncle some ten years ago to join
him in his enterprise..."

     I admit I giggled.  "...My brother Terence said he is in secret
service for Her Majesty..."

     "...Shhh.  You must not even whisper such things.  I knew you had been
told and I think your Uncle will talk to you more.  He said I had to
prepare you."

     "And you, Jabez?"

     "I will not say, but I have your Uncle's confidence..."

     His reply was enough.  I knew Jabez was a clever youth and both my
Father and Uncle Dodd had recommended him to Uncle Wright.  They must know
also.

     "I will not ask, but tell me what those two told you."

     I felt him smile against my cheek.  "They said from ancient times
young soldiers have made pacts which turn to love and have made them fight
for each other's lives.  It was in history and they have felt it now."

     I was quick to understand as this was making clear those passages I
had puzzled about when reading about the army of Sparta.  The agoge where
boys were trained so harshly for war and lived and trained together. In
battle they would protect each other and would not desert.  The mother's
instruction to bring back their shield 'i tan i epi tas', 'with, or on it'!

     "Jasper said he had vowed with Jacob they would protect each other
just as Mr Tuckwell had tried to protect your Uncle."

     "I did not know that," I whispered.

     "Yes, Mr Tuckwell was behind your Uncle when the two men jumped from
the alleyway but one shot him before he could prime his own pistols. Mr
Tuckwell then shot both and saved your Uncle's life as the other had his
pistol ready to fire.  Hasn't your brother told you this?"

     I shook my head against Jabez.  Perhaps Terence hadn't liked to tell
me of the deaths of the two assailants.  "He probably thought I was too
young when he told me Uncle Digby had been wounded in that way."

     "Has he told you another thing?" He paused.  "About Nicholas?"

     I shook my head again.

     "I should not tell you this, perhaps, but you might guess.  Nicholas
is not your Uncle's son.  Your Uncle wanted a son but could not because of
what had happened to him.  Mr Tuckwell is Nicholas's father."

     More was made clear.  I had never seen Nicholas as he had gone to
America when he was twentyone as an architect but there was a drawing of
him on Uncle Digby's desk.  He was depicted as tall and thin just like Mr
Tuckwell.  "With my Aunt Fanny?" I asked as it dawned on me why my Robin
was also so accepted within the family.

     I felt Jabez nod.  "They were both in love with her.  Mr Tuckwell is
the younger son of a nobleman who lost all his money in some enterprise
which went wrong and then died..."

     I guessed more.  "...Did my Uncle ask you to tell me all this?"

     "Before you heard rumours or lies.  He was worried in case some boy at
your school might have got some story."

     "Would they know?"

     "There are always stories he says.  There would be some who knew of
his exploits and his injuries and gossip flies whenever names are
mentioned."

     I nodded as rumours and scurrilous tales were passed around almost
every day at Ashbourne.  A flash of thought.  "I wager Tuckwell is not his
name!"

     Jabez was laughing now.  "Your Uncle said you were too clever to be
stuck in a farmyard!  No it is not, but I do not know his proper name and
his disguise is secure as a butler."  He kissed my cheek.  "Your Uncle will
ask you to promise as he has asked me, too."

     "But you have told me."

     "I was instructed to as you have guessed."

     "Jabez Bottom you have a great future," I said hugging him again.  "I
should have known the boy who led the Careby regiment of ruffians would be
enlisted some day."  We laughed together and rolled on the bed until I was
on top of him. "I must keep this secret even from Robin?"

     "I think Robin will be told as well but you must wait.  It will be a
test I am sure."

     That would be difficult.  But I would persevere.

     "Come on little ruffian it is time for you to wash and dress."  Jabez
bucked his hips under me but I was not to be dislodged.  The little ruffian
reached down and gripped that other ruffian's weapon.  There was a skirmish
and both ruffians fired a second round before collapsing again in a
vanquished heap.

     We lay still until our breathing was normal.  "I am glad you are
trusted so," I said, "And you trust Mehmet, too?"

     "I hope so.  Mehmet has great strength not only in his body.  We have
vowed to be friends whatever others say.  I think your Uncle will put him
to the test, too, and I am sure he will win through."

     It was more than time for me to rise.  While I was easing myself in
the jakes Jabez had partly dressed and summoned the two scullery boys and
the bath was ready for me.  I bathed first and as Jabez was hot and smelled
of sweat after the excursions of the night and morning he then was made
clean.

     He said there was much to do as I had to be taken to the tailor for
eleven o'clock and he and Mehmet had to visit the baths later for more oil.
There was to be a small dinner party this evening so I would be in my new
clothes for that.

     After my exertions I was ready for my breakfast and joined my Father
who was already there reading another newssheet.  "Boy, you must sleep like
the dead!  Did you not hear that church bell clanking every quarter of an
hour?  How God-fearing citizens sleep I do not know."

     I knew he was in a good mood but I kept out of reach.  "Perhaps
God-fearing citizens are not kept awake."

     He waved his knife at me.  "Just because you have earned that vast sum
which should be rightly mine does not mean your tongue should be as sharp
as the serpent's tooth."

     "But I am not a thankless child," I said remembering what Theo had
quoted from Shakespeare one day.

     My father rolled his eyes.  "You outquote me you little fiend!"  He
laughed.  "And what has that other fiend been telling you?  I can see him
peeping round the door."

     Jabez entered carrying a platter of cut meats and bowed to my father.
"Sir, as your son's valet I have informed him of certain happenings from
the past but also that he should be ready for his visit to the tailor."

     Father's chest heaved.  "Well said.  I assume you are settled here and
happy in your position?"

     Jabez smiled.  "Sir, it is more than I could have ever desired.  I
miss Careby, though, but I have frequent news from my mother."

     Father nodded.  "We must make sure you can return and show your friend
the English countryside."

     I think we were both rather surprised.  So Father knew of their
particular friendship.  I wondered if my friendship with Robin was also
recognised as being that close.  Of course!  Every opportunity had been
made for us to be together.

     Jabez quickly recovered.  "That would be my greatest wish, sir.  I
have told Mehmet many times of the village, the river and the fields.  He
was born in London and has not travelled outside so his knowledge is
confined to looking at the Thames and the parks.  London is green but does
not compare with what I know lies further."

     "You speak well, Jabez.  I can see why Sir Digby has come to value you
as with his other staff."

     Jabez nodded.  "I would wish to have Sir Digby's every confidence."

     "I think you have."  He turned to me.  "And you had better start
eating before you waste away from lack of food."  I suppose I had been
rather goggle-eyed at all these underlying hints and revelations.  "Jabez,
fill his plate with what you consider a growing boy needs and then you can
give me the same as I have cleared this one."

     "Father!" I said and three of us giggled.

     After eating our fill my Father said he would visit the stables and
see that Rowley and the Peters boy were not lazing and probably go for a
short ride into the park but I should go to my Uncle's study to see him.
This was more like an order than a statement.  I expected more revelations
and it was so.  Uncle Digby had Mr Topping with him and had just finished
his own breakfast. I glanced first at Curly then at the desk.  As usual it
seemed quite cluttered with documents and books but to the side was a
leather purse.  Mr Topping gathered the plates and the teacup, bowed and
went out closing the door.

     Uncle Digby waved a hand towards the chair by his side.  "Sit here,
Tom, it is my better side."  He pointed to the purse.  "Your reward.  I
have pre-empted my directors consent and the full amount is there.  A great
relief I must say as that mile makes a great difference."

     I had made up my mind.  "Uncle, many thanks.  I feel I do not deserve
so much.  My plan is to share it equally with Robin and I will also make a
gift to his brothers as well."

     Uncle Digby smiled.  "Your fondness for Robin has been noted and I
approve.  I hear his brothers are a good pair as well."

     I explained that Philip was very adept at drawing and I had a sketch
of John Harrison he had made from memory which I had been charged to
deliver.  I said I guessed I would meet him in the Cathedral in the
morning.  I was then sent upstairs to fetch the drawing.  He studied it
closely and said even if it was not a good likeness it was most
accomplished and then showed me how Philip had used lines and shading to
highlight the way John's hair fell behind his ears and to show the detail
of his nose and lips.

     "I have studied many pencil sketches in my travels in Italy done by
famous artists and young Philip shows a talent which augurs well.  We must
see what can be done."

     I said his brother John was always writing stories and Aunt Matty Dodd
had given him many books to read.  I said I had read one tale which told of
the adventures of a young fox whose parents had been hunted and he was
determined to evade the huntsmen.  I told then of the hunt I had attended
and that a boy at my school had been blooded and would be riding back there
with us.  As soon as I said Freddy Neville my Uncle laughed.
     "I wager his grandfather is Colonel Neville of Moss Hall.  I know him
well.  He and I were in the same regiment as young subalterns.  Hugh and I
go back many years.  I left for other work and he rose swiftly in the
ranks.  When you see him remind him I still exist!"

     I plunged in fully.  "Uncle, I have been told things which I will
admit have made some things clear but other things make me wonder.  I'm not
yet fifteen but I am learning things which seem to be the interests of
those much older..."

     Uncle Digby laughed. "...My Lord Nelson was in the Navy at the age of
twelve and must have learned of things from those much older. At fifteen he
was in the Arctic and was a lieutenant soon after.  His officers had faith
in him as we have in you..."

     "...And Jabez?"

     Uncle became very serious.  "Jabez is here because both your Uncle and
Father recommended him.  His brother Caleb is most highly regarded by your
brothers as well.  Those young men are not to be wasted just as Robin and
his brothers will not be."  He took up a piece of paper from his desk.
"Your Father was telling me last night about his dealings in buying that
land.  The bank he dealt with will be closed within the month I am sure.
There has been much speculation with the money deposited and the only ones
who will seem to prosper are four directors.  I say 'seem' advisedly as I
also heard something last night which clinches my own suspicions."  He
smiled.  "Jabez was pouring our brandy and, as ever, one carries on talking
even when servants are present.  Jabez is no ordinary servant.  He heard me
mention Gowring's Bank and that one of the directors was a man named
Lascelles.  When the ladies left us he asked if he might speak in
confidence.  He said he might be breaking your confidence but it was too
important.  He told us that you had certain information about the family.
I knew immediately what might transpire as I knew you had made good friends
with one Lascelles but there was another at the school.  Would you tell me
what you know?  And you would not blame Jabez for telling me?"

     Questions or instructions?  My Uncle Digby may have been in a wheeled
chair and looked frail but there was an intensity in his delivery which
told me there was much more underlying his questions.  Or instructions.  I
had to tell him and I knew I could not blame Jabez.

     "I will try to tell you all I know," I started, "I will try not to
break my friend George's confidence but there is more underneath isn't
there?"

     Uncle Digby sighed and pointed to the paper he held.  "I cannot tell
you all we know but any information is valuable."

     I recounted as far as I could remember exactly that occasion when
Black Jack demanded money.  I left out the major confessions that Black
Jack had made just saying that he had thieved and cheated at the school in
Yorkshire and been expelled but had been taken into Pratt's House at
Ashbourne.  I said that George had told me his father had been drawn into a
scandal over money through a forged signature though Black Jack's father
had emerged unscathed.  I said about the evening when Black Jack had been
found in the midden and the way he had been dealt with by the men he had
tried to cheat.  I told of his ill- treatment of Timmy and that even his
horse had reacted to his shouting and swearing when the more than mad owner
had been dragged into the closed carriage and driven away.  I said that
Robin had seen the father's name on the board of directors at the bank and
had been told the bank was likely to close. I breathed deeply as I came to
the end.  In my pocket I had the two letters I'd received; the one from
George and the other from his father.  I handed them to my Uncle who read
them rapidly.

     Uncle Digby had been nodding all through my narrative.  He closed his
eyes as he finished reading and sighed again.  "There are two parts to that
family.  Your friend George and his brothers have a good father.  His
brother though is a scoundrel and that is all I can say at present.  He is
clever and his exploits are well covered but we are certain he has other
interests as well which I am sure are more than rumours.  The son seems to
take after the father and that strain of madness would seem to come through
his mother's family.  I tell you in confidence she was confined, as was her
father, to a private asylum where she died some ten years ago and it was
also then that we knew of the money scandal but much was done to protect
the boy."

     I said that would be when Black Jack had been taken into Lord
Harford's household.

     "Yes, and I surmise your friend George had suffered at his hands,
too?"

     I nodded but said nothing.

     Uncle Digby smiled.  "I applaud your discretion.  George Lascelles
would seem a good friend and I hear his brother wishes to join your Uncle
Billy's band of warriors!"

     "If his brother is like George he would be a mighty warrior," I said,
"And George's hope is he might be a warrior, too."

     "We must make that happen, eh?  Now to happier things.  Your Mother
and my wife will be closeted together today with all the plans for the Ball
as well as plundering those shops in Bond Street this afternoon which only
ladies dare enter."  He grinned.  "You, with Jabez as your escort, will be
driven in the chaise to get your new clothes this morning.  I hope they fit
as I assume you would not wish to appear at the Ball in old britches and a
leather jerkin!"  He saw me grimace and nodded. "Tonight there will be a
small dinner party.  That is, small by your Aunt's standards, I think only
sixteen or twenty or so. Your sister Hatty will be here and will tell you
the arrangements for the Cathedral tomorrow and you are all to have lunch
with them after that."

     "Not you, Uncle?" I asked then realised the difficulties he might have
in climbing steps into the old house in Paternoster Row, near the
Cathedral, where my sister lived.

     He smiled and shook his head.  "Unfortunately I am more confined to
the house these days but I have much work to do."  He leaned his head
towards me and whispered.  "I shall have visitors who would not like to be
seen.  Topping will be here and we will be busy."

     "Topping is your secretary?" I asked.

     Uncle leaned back.  "I will tell you only that he is my assistant and
my right-hand man."
     Yes, I had noticed the easy way they conversed and that Topping was
almost always at Uncle's side.  I then had another thought.  It was Black
Jack again.  Those threats he had made in his mad rant as he was dragged
towards that closed carriage had frightened me more than I cared to admit.
Not only against me but also against my Robin and young Timmy and others
who had not heard him raving.

     I would tell my Uncle about my fears.  "Uncle, I have said about Jack
Lascelles being bundled into that closed coach.  He made threats of revenge
which I fear, if he is mad and is free, he might try to carry out.  George
says he was brought to London to his father's house here.  It is in St
James's Street..."

     Uncle Digby was nodding.  "...Number Fifteen if I am not mistaken?"
He saw my start of surprise.  "George does not mention that but you checked
yesterday."  He nudged me with his elbow.  "I saw the directory was not
pushed into place and I wondered why.  I am correct?"

     I shook my head.  "You noticed a book had not been placed back?..."

     He laughed.  "...I have learned to notice the smallest things.  I
recommend the same to you.  Your father says you wish to be a physician
like Lancelot.  A physician's skill, like mine, is to notice even the
minutest feature and put it together with what is already known.  Learn
that and you will be successful."  He laughed again.  "I must admit I
already knew the address and I will set a watch to find if the boy is
there."  He screwed his face up.  "I think Master Jabez will have another
task to do for me."

     I was intrigued.  "Has Jabez done other tasks?"

     He held a finger up.  "Do not ask more but Jabez has been useful more
than once.  Please do not embarrass Jabez by asking him.  I know you are
inquisitive but let us make the moves.  I promise you will not be kept in
the dark longer than necessary.  Now ring the bell as we must arrange
matters."

     I pulled the tasselled rope and Mr Topping immediately tapped on the
door and entered.  He was smiling.  I guessed he knew what had transpired
between Uncle and me.  He said Jacobson, the second coachman, would be
driving the chaise and would be instructed to take me on a round tour after
the fitting.  He sketched a map on a piece of paper and showed the road
down to Piccadilly, then along and up Old Bond Street and New Bond Street
to Oxford Street.  He said it would be slow because of the numbers of other
carriages and omnibuses but we would probably come back down North Audley
Street to find the way back to Charles Street but he would leave that
decision to Jabez and Jacobson.  We must be back in time for luncheon,
though.

     I said I also hoped to visit some schoolfellows while in London.  I
explained that Aubrey Bayes lived in Gower Street and the Johnsons were
with relatives near Lincoln's Inn Fields.  Mr Topping said I should write
cards and he would put them in the post.  "It is most efficient now and
very fast."  Uncle then said I could have the chaise to transport me
whenever it wasn't required.

     I was ready and waiting on the front steps at half-past ten.  Jabez
beside me looked very smart in his plain grey tailcoat and trousers and had
a short riding-cloak in the same colour over his shoulders.  He said it was
cold but with a cloak and scarf and a round cap I should be warm enough for
the ride.  I was not used to being driven so much.  My journeys were in the
main on horseback and this was quite strange.  Jabez said that Jacobson our
driver had been in Uncle Digby's service for ten years and had been born in
a part of London called Finchley which was towards the Great North Road.
Jacobson's parents lived near the Tally Ho, which was a coaching station,
and they had a small shop which was useful for travellers.

     The chaise appeared and there was Natty sitting beside Jacobson.  He
looked so pleased and, he too, was arrayed in good thick clothing.  I
couldn't speak with him now but would find out how he was faring later.  We
took little time to weave our way down to Piccadilly but there progress was
slower until we saw the tailor's shop and Jabez told Jacobson to wait
outside with Natty.  All was bustle inside but we were quickly ushered into
a side room where a smiling, spectacled man had my new suit laid on a
table.  I was asked to remove my outer garments and trousers. I was glad
all my linen was clean!

     When ready my new trousers were handed to me.  I carefully stepped
into them and pulled them up.  It was amazing.  They fitted perfectly and
when the braces had been adjusted felt so comfortable. A white damask
waistcoat was next which was tightened by a strap at the back.  Five pearl
buttons fastened that and the tailor said he had two evening cravats for me
as well which my valet would have to tie for me.  Jabez nodded.  I hoped he
knew how to tie them!  My tailcoat was perfection.  It hung from my
shoulders quite snugly and I noted the lining was a crimson silk.  I had
not expected that.  The tailor posed me between three mirrors on stands and
I could see I was the perfect young gentleman!  The tailor smiled when I
thanked him and he said it always gave them all the greatest pleasure to
see their work so well displayed.  He said he could see no need for
adjustments but I should take care not to grow too quickly as he was always
arranging to have his own sons' garments altered.  I said that was my
mother's worry and I had heard the same from schoolfellows as well.

     That done I changed back to my other clothes and thanked him again.
He said he would be visiting Sir Digby in the New Year and hoped to find
him well.  The new suit was packed carefully in a wicker hamper which two
lads carried to the waiting chaise.  I saw Jabez slip them a coin each and
as he got into the chaise beside me he winked.  "Always useful," he said
knowingly.

     Jabez knew the streets we were traversing.  He pointed out shops,
grand houses, churches and the general clutter of hoardings on which all
manner of notices and announcements were posted.  He said a deal of
building was going on and old tenements and dwellings were being demolished
and new, grander shops and houses were springing up.  I was amazed at the
number of people either walking sedately or, more often, scurrying about
from shop to shop.  Although I had been to London before there seemed to be
much more bustle.  Jacobson was a skilful driver and we made such good
progress that Jabez said we could go to the end of Oxford Street and down
Park Lane to turn left at the Stanhope Gate to find our way back to Charles
Street.  We saw plenty of riders out in Hyde Park as we passed but did not
spot my Father.

     He was home already.  Jabez said he would get the boys to take the
basket to my room and he would hang the suit in my closet.  I saw my
Uncle's study door was open and as my bladder was full I used his jakes
and, when finished, smiled up at Curly and gave him a friendly stroke.  He
still remained passive.  I found my Father and the rest of the family
ensconced in the parlour with empty teacups all around.  There was one more
person present who leapt up and gave me the most tremendous hug.  It was my
brother Terence in his smart uniform.

     "Hello little bro!" he shouted in my ear as he just about swept me off
the floor.  He puffed as he settled me down.  "Shan't be able to do that
much longer!"  That phrase again.  "You've grown!"  He was grinning from
ear to ear.  I knew he was as fond of me as I was of him.

     My Mother was laughing.  "Tom, dear, he'll have you in the regiment or
off to India if you're not careful."

     My Father gave one of his grunts.  "That lad will never take orders so
would have to be Commander-in-Chief from the start.  I think even Her
Majesty would have to bow to him."

     "I would serve him faithfully," my brother said giving me a hearty
slap across the shoulders.  "Anyway he'll be visiting the barracks so we'll
see if we have a suitable uniform."

     Uncle Digby joined in. "Better still, take him down to Apsley House
and see if His Grace of Wellington's coat would fit.  He could take over
immediately!"

     I screwed my nose up.  "Father, you wouldn't be able to pay for my
commission at that level unless you sold more than five thousand old nags
for the omnibus companies!"

     "Boy, do not worry, I could soon find enough and you would be off my
hands!  You give me ideas!"  I got a screwed-up nose in return.

     "We could do with a good horse doctor, though," Terence said, "No
commission needed and he could sleep in the stables."

     "Capital, my good fellow," my Father said, "I knew you always were
sensible.  Anyway, Tom, you haven't congratulated your brother on his
promotion.  A Captain no less."

     "Father, I've had no chance.  I get hugged to death, slapped and then
almost sent off to the Colonies, or worse, placed in the army with all that
riff-raff from Careby."

     Aunt Fanny now had her turn.  "Riff-raff!  I will have you know I was
born and bred there, and where else do you think you were born, or your
Father, or your Aunt Matty?"

     Rosamund was sitting giggling.  "Alright, cuz, I'll support you.  You
can sit next to me at dinner tonight and the Dowager Duchess can be squired
by Marmaduke."  I assumed that was her Captain Hastings.

     I bowed to her.  "Thank you Rosamund, that's the first kind thing I've
heard since I returned from the tailor."

     Father snorted.  "Don't pamper him.  Anyway, lad, did this new suit
fit?"

     I smiled.  "Perfectly, thank you.  By the way, the tailor is visiting
Uncle Digby soon so you might also be measured as you've complained your
clothes do not fit these days."

     My Mother laughed.  "Sam, that would be perfect.  I might even buy you
a proper cravat to go with anything new.  Much better than that ancient
neckerchief you persist in wearing."

     "My turn to be bullied, eh?" my Father said.  "Anyway it should be
time for lunch soon."

     Not the thing to say as we all laughed but all Father did was pat his
belly.

     I was left alone as they resumed their chat.  I sat next to Rosamund
and asked her what was the concert I would be taken to.  She thought we
might be going to an evening at Lady Bridge's as this was a most impressive
invitation.  It was to be a string quartet with a new pianoforte as well
and she thought we would hearing pieces by Haydn, Beethoven and Schubert.
Unfortunately her mother did not think the opera was quite suitable for
this visit.  It would be just us four with Jabez and Mr Tolliver as escorts
on the coach and, probably, Jacobson driving.

     I asked if she thought Jabez was happy living in London.  She smiled
and said he was an excellent servant and her father thought highly of him.
She thought he was happy as he was always being given other tasks by her
father.  She didn't know where he was sent but she thought they must be
important.  She also thought Mehmet was such a help to her father and it
had been Jabez who had recommended him.  One thing she did say was that the
New Year's Day Ball was going to be a very important event as many Society
people had been invited and were coming. Uncle Billy and Torquil would be
there but would not be at the dinner tonight as Uncle Billy was being
received at the Palace.  I said that sounded very grand.  She laughed and
said the Ball would be grander if her mother had her way and there were
going to be surprises but wouldn't tell me what these were.  Anyway, it was
time for luncheon as the gong was heard.

     I sat between Terence and Rosamund and he asked me all about
Ashbourne.  He said he had liked his time there and I asked about Pullen.
He nearly choked on the tankard of ale he was supping.  When he recovered
he said he would tell me later and whispered so Rosamund couldn't hear "So
the old bastard's still there!"  I would ask him later if he still smarted
from the cuts he'd received and who removed the moustache!

     Luncheon was good.  The main entree was Italian we were told, Polla
con something or other, chicken with a lovely sauce as far as I was
concerned.  Father, Terence and I all had a second helping and Terence said
he could eat that every day. There was also much discussion about the shops
my Mother, Aunt Fanny and Rosamund would be visiting during the afternoon.
Feeling rather full after such a delightful repast I excused myself and
going out I put a handy cloak round my shoulders and wandered out of the
back entrance and made my way to the mews.  I hoped to see Natty to find
out how he was faring and I had had no opportunity to talk to him this
morning.

     He was busy attending to one of the greys.  He said it really needed
shoeing but would have to wait until Tuesday to visit the farrier as
everyone would be celebrating on New Year's Day.  I said he should, too,
and slipped a gold half guinea into his hand.  He looked quite startled.

     "Oh! Master Tom, is that for me?  I've never touched one before.  Can
I spend it?  I must get some things for my mother if I do."

     I said he had better go with Jabez in case he was cheated.  I had
heard that might happen from a previous visit when Rowley had almost lost a
shilling piece because the shop- keeper thought he was just a country
bumpkin.  And here was Natty, a good soul, thinking of spending his money
on something for his mother!

     He said his head was spinning from all the things he had seen that
morning.  Jacobson was to collect goods for the Ball this afternoon and had
promised to take him as well.  What a place was London Town!

     I said I would ask for him to be with Jacobson when I visited my
school friends and the Johnsons had said they would take me to the Tower.

     He looked a bit worried at that.  "I've heard that is an evil place
where they chop people's heads off."

     "I don't think they do that now.  But it is true.  Two of King Henry's
wives and lots of his enemies lost their heads there."  I shivered, knowing
things like that had happened in France not so long ago and Lancelot had
the evidence of once such occurrence!  But I mustn't tell Natty about the
head in that jar!

     I was still chatting to Natty as he moved on to comb another of the
magnificent horses when Jabez and Mehmet came out of the back entrance.
Mehmet was carrying a basket and smiled and bowed when he saw me.

     Both then came over to where I was standing and Natty gave Jabez a
little wave.  "We must be off," said Jabez, "The baths will be busy today
and Mehmet will have to practice his skills there, we think."

     "And you?"

     He laughed.  "I think I might be more amused at some of the bodies
under his hands but I mustn't say too much.  I have a small task to do
while he is toiling..." He gave me a wink out of sight of the others.
"...There is a tobacco shop nearby and your brother wants to replenish his
stock.  Precise orders!  Number Three snuff for him and Jameson's Latakia
tobacco blend for your Uncle's other guests!"  He wrinkled his nose.
"Gives me an idea!  Come on Mehmet, we mustn't dally chatting to the
gentry!"

     Poor Mehmet and Natty both looked rather shocked.  Talking to a member
of the gentry cheekily!  In some households that would merit immediate
dismissal!  But I knew Jabez so well.  That wasn't cheekiness, just a
recognition of a long friendship.  But I had to reply!

     "Get going, vassal, or I'll have the dogs set on you!  Natty!  Has the
Master good bulldogs kennelled somewhere?"  Natty knew then I was joking,
too.

     "They're snarling, ready, Master Tom!" he said, "But I'm too afeared
to fetch 'em.  Might bite me."

     Mehmet was looking from one to another of us.  "Mehmet, I give you
permission to pummel Jabez much harder the next time you have him wanting a
massage," I said smiling at him, "But I need to thank you.  I feel no aches
and pains.  I will have another before I return home if I may."

     Mehmet realised then it was just banter between Jabez, Natty and me.
"Oh, sir, I have much to learn.  Jabez is always telling me things and then
he laughs.  I will pummel him mightily until he asks for mercy!"

     Jabez laughed. "Or for more!  Ooh!  Those great big hands of yours!"
He made fists and made pummelling movements. "Oooh!"  He looked round and
saw movement at the door of the stables.  "Better be off!  Come on, Mehmet,
mustn't be late."  He winked again and the pair strolled off.

     It was Mr Churcher, followed by Rowley and young Peters, coming out to
inspect Natty's progress.  What he saw must have pleased him.  It should.
Our Natty was a good horseman.

     He touched his hat.  "Ah, Master Tom, are you well?"  I said I was and
then said I thought the greys were looking superb.  "That they are.  I
shall be most proud driving them.  I don't think even Lady Bridges has such
a fine set.  Good greys are what everyone wants now but I guarantee there
are no finer than these."  I knew this was not just empty praise.  "He's a
good boy, too.  Knows how to handle them.  They're quiet when he's around.
Could do with him here."  I just wondered if another of the Careby tribe
would be leaving.  I could see Natty was reddening at the praise.

     "We must see he has his fill of London first," I said.  This was to
make sure Natty would be on the chaise for my excursions.  Mr Churcher
nodded.  He had been a trooper with Uncle Billy many years ago when my
Uncle was just a Cornet of Horse as Terence had been until promoted.  I
knew ties to families were strong when servants stayed or were retained
over many years.

     "These two drove a good carriage for your mother," he said, "I know
his father well - " He pointed at Rowley. "- and he's coming on just like
him.  He says his father's in good health and if I'm spared for the journey
I'll be driving her Ladyship to Careby when the Season's over and hope to
make his acquaintance again.  The lad..."  He pointed at young Peters now.
"...says he has an aunt Islington way so I may let him free to see her.
Will your father agree?"  I said I thought he would as long as he kept out
of trouble.  Mr Churcher nodded.  "I'll send Belton with him, he'll keep
the rascal in line and make sure he doesn't get lost."  Young Peters gave
me a grateful smile.  He had done well sharing the journey to Boston with
the family so a little reward.  Mr Churcher tipped his hat again and smiled
at Natty.  I knew he was pleased.

     The three turned and went back into the main stable.  I stroked the
muzzle of the grey that Natty had finished with.  It responded gently to my
touch and whinnied softly.  I whispered that he was most beautiful and I
hoped he would be happy knowing he would not understand but the response
was there.  He whinnied again and moved his muzzle up and down against my
hand as if he agreed.  I knew Mr Churcher would keep him well and fit and
not like some of the poor horses I'd seen being whipped and beaten to make
them work or ride faster.

     I said I would come out again and Natty smiled.  I hoped Jacobson and
the other lads would make him really welcome.  It seemed to be as I had
seen the pair chatting as Jacobson drove us this morning.

     Once indoors I went up to my bedroom.  Someone had lit the gaslamps
and made the fire blaze behind it's guard which I found very comforting.  I
read some of the Boswell book and wondered what it was like in Scotland.
From what Gordon had said it was quite different from England and described
it as quite wild and mountainous.  I had still to see a mountain!  Lancelot
had been to Edinburgh to study so I would have to ask him what he had seen.
I remembered I would have to look for Mr Pepys' Diary.  I expected it would
be too valuable to take if in Uncle Digby's motley collection but I had my
guineas and could, no doubt, find a copy in that stationer's Uncle had
mentioned.

     It was soon four o'clock and time for tea.  I went down to the parlour
and found the three ladies in close conference obviously pleased with all
their purchases.  My mother said my father was resting and wasn't to be
disturbed.  This meant he was sleeping off the effects of the rather large
lunch he had devoured.  I nodded and she smiled.  One of the maids poured
me a cup of tea and there were small cakes on a stand.  I knew I had better
not eat too many as there was the dinner this evening and I had also had a
good luncheon.

     There was a fortepiano in an alcove and Aunt Fanny pointed to it when
I set down my teacup.  I really preferred to play the organ but had had
lessons first on her instrument from Aunt Matty who was a very good player.
On the music desk was a book of Sonatas by Wolfgang Mozart.  I turned to
the one in G Major and hoped my fingers knew where to place themselves as I
hadn't played since I went to Ashbourne in September.  I was so happy as
the music flowed.  I resolved I must play more and I must go to Careby
church and play the organ there before I returned to school.  I played just
the two first movements of that so beautiful music and felt so pleased that
I had made very few errors which I hoped no one noticed.

     "You must play more while you are here," my mother said as I stood and
went over to a chair nearer the fire, "You mustn't lose that talent you
have.  Is there an instrument at Ashbourne?"

     I said I knew that both Mrs Ridley and Mrs Dimbleby had their own
pianos and there was an organ in the Chapel which one of the masters played
for services.

     "You must enquire," Aunt Fanny said, "Hatty said Mr Goss at the
Cathedral told Robin he would be shown the organ there when he came again
so I'm certain you would get a view as well."

     I said I would mention it to Theo who probably knew which master was
the organist at school.  It wasn't anyone I had lessons from.

     "Well, both you and Robin can play, so ask!" was the injunction from
my mother.

     I went back up to my bedroom as I needed to wash.  London was a grimy
place and it wasn't the good country dirt which I was used to but a sooty,
gritty dirt which had blackened the collar and smudged my shirt I had only
worn that day.  I wondered if I would have enough clean linen then
remembered the armful which had been selected and was still wrapped in the
closet.  I pulled the bellrope as Jabez hadn't reappeared.  A pleasant
young lad appeared.  I found he was one of Signor Bartoli's grandsons and
was named Antonio.  He had a mop of curly black hair and a most engaging
smile and rushed off for a pitcher of hot water.  I stripped off my shirt
before he came back and looked at myself in the mirror glass.  I liked what
I saw!  I made a few muscles on my arms by clenching my fists and was
standing like that when Antonio returned.  I turned and he smiled.

     "I am not so muscled as Mehmet, am I?" I said.

     "He is so big, sir," the lad replied, "He can pick me up with one
hand."  He smiled again.  "But I can beat him as he is so ticklish."

     I grinned at him.  "If he tries to pick me up I just have to tickle
him?"

     "Be careful, sir, he might drop you!  I hear him being tickled by Mr
Jabez."

     Oh, do you?  I wondered if a boy of eleven or so would know about the
tickling I surmised Jabez and Mehmet were engaged in?  I just wrinkled my
nose at him as he poured the steaming water into the washstand basin.  I
knew all the kitchen staff were Bartolis so this lad was a new addition to
the household as I hadn't seen him on my previous visits.  He was young
anyway to be employed though he looked quite strong and capable.

     "They have gone to the Baths to get more oil," I said.  "I had a
massage yesterday.  It was good."

     He nodded.  "I hear Mehmet giving Mr Jabez a massage, too.  They laugh
and then they are silent and they laugh again and Mr Jabez says that was
good."

     I was nearly laughing out loud.  "You hear this every day?  I suppose
Mehmet must practice his skills on someone."  The lad nodded.  So Jabez was
being 'massaged' daily!  This was something to charge him with especially
after his remark about 'chatting with the gentry'!

     Antonio waited while I washed my face and hands and handed me a good
fluffy towel to dry myself.  I was just thanking him when there was a tap
on the door.  It was Jabez returning from his errands.  Ever the perfect
servant when in the present of others he bowed his head to me and took the
towel from Antonio.  "Thank you," he said to the lad, "I see you have been
doing my duty."  He turned to me.  "I must apologise for being late.  My
errands took longer than anticipated.  May I dismiss Antonio as I expect he
has other tasks to perform."  All this formality!

     Antonio looked at me with his big dark eyes.  "I have been pleased to
serve you, sir."

     "I look forward to seeing you again," I said, "Thank you!"

     He picked up the empty pitcher and went out most sedately.  As soon as
the door closed Jabez laughed.

     "He is Signor's favourite.  He is always here when not at the National
School.  He and his little brother Carlo share the room next to me and
Mehmet."

     He looked at me as I started to laugh.  "And he hears Mehmet giving
you a massage every day.  You will have to be quieter!"

     Jabez just snorted.  "And I suppose he told you Mehmet squeals when he
is tickled?"

     "Yes, Jabez, all your secrets are out!"

     "We can't help it. We're boys!"  We both laughed at this so true
admission.  He became serious then.  "I am late because I have found out
things.  Let me tell you while you get dressed."

     I had to undress further first and Jabez was most efficient in finding
clean stockings and a shirt for me and handed me the garters to keep my
stockings up when I had pulled them up to below my knees.  As I put on my
new trousers and waistcoat Jabez carried on talking.

     "I went with Mehmet to the Baths and his father wanted help as there
were several gentlemen waiting and there was just his father, his younger
brother and Sergei the Russian there to deal with them.  I went to the
tobacco shop and made my purchases and added a twopenny screw of shag."  He
grinned. "It was a good purchase as I then went along St James's Street and
there in the lodge was the lad I had passed the time of day with before.  I
raised my hat and he beckoned me.  He said he'd seen me with a foreign lad
and I said he was from Turkey but I didn't say what he did or where we were
both employed.  I'm sure that lad is lonely as he clearly wanted to chat.
I made out I was busy but he prattled on and what he began to tell me was
what we wanted to know."  He grinned.  "I made as if I had to go but he was
in full flow about how he was mistreated.  The son of the house was a
madman and had to be restrained when he first arrived.  He said he was
visited regularly by a Dr Atkins who was surly but he had calmed the youth
down somewhat though he was still prone to rages.  He showed me a cut on
his head which he said was caused by a bowl which had been thrown at him
when he took in some food.  He said the boy was earlier manacled to a bed,
now he was just kept in a locked room but there was still piss and shit on
the bed and floor which he had to clean up when it got too bad as the two
men employed to guard him wouldn't do it.  I said I would have to go but I
would return to hear more and I gave him the twopenny twist as he was
waving an empty pipe at me.  I think I have made a friend!"

     "So Black Jack is there," I said.  "You've done a good job but we'd
better go and tell my Uncle as soon as possible before dinner."

     Jabez nodded.  "He's being dressed by Mr Topping so that was why I
came here first."  He giggled.  "Let's get my pretty boy all ready first
and I must hurry, too, or Mr Tuckwell will beat me with the gongstick!"

     I dressed quickly and Jabez very skilfully tied my cravat and left me
to put on my waistcoat and tailcoat and those new shiny shoes with the
buckles.  I was mulling over the things he had told me when he returned
resplendent in his green and gold livery.  I said I felt quite dowdy in
black but when I looked in the glass I saw I was a very smart young man.

     Jabez was smiling at me.  "Your brother will be in his best uniform
and Marmaduke and his friend Adolphus will look like bejewelled toads but
you will be the smartest."  He used a brush over my shoulders and dug me in
the side with it.  "I warrant the dowager duchess will propose marriage and
she's only eighty-two and has had two husbands already.  She's got a son
and two daughters by each so she knows how to tweak a pizzle!"

     "Jabez, you are disgusting," I said giggling, "I'm sure Miss Barnes
would have me first!  And I could have all her pictures and carvings!"  I
hadn't told Jabez about the one I'd managed to peer at.

     He just jeered.  "That evil one with the big cock on show?  I've seen
that many a time.  Don't forget my mother was a housemaid there when that
poor old duck fell over and broke her wrist and the other old crone was
given an Almshouse.  I was put on a stepladder to clean things and tickled
that Chinaman's ballocks with the feather duster."

     "He's not a Chinaman," I said, "He's an Indian."

     "Doesn't matter. It's heathen and shouldn't be in a Christian
house..."  He paused.  "...Unless it's mine!"

     "Mine first," I said, but we had to forego a tussle over ownership
because we were ready dressed.  We just laughed together especially when I
said I thought that pizzle was even bigger than his.  He just sneered at me
and put his hands about twelve inches apart.  "Yes, that's his, not yours!"
I said.  He'd mentioned Rosamund's Marmaduke in rather scathing tones so I
wondered what he would be like.

     We went downstairs still amused and found my Uncle in his study, fully
dressed in a rather ancient evening tailcoat with Mr Topping supporting him
as he sat back in his wheeled chair.  I could see why the tailor was to
visit!  Anyway, Jabez recounted his story and both men listened
attentively.  Uncle Digby was nodding vigorously when Jabez got to the end.
"Good boy, and all for a twopenny twist?" he said laughing, "He did well,
eh, Francis?"  This to Mr Topping.

     "First rate, Jabez, and just as I imagined," Mr Topping said. "I
think, though, that the doctor is Adkins.  The lodgeboy must have misheard.
Adkins is well known for treating the insane.  I have heard he is good but
irascible.  The boy said 'surly' so that confirms it I would say."

     Uncle looked grim.  "We must find out more.  If this doctor gets him
away from those potions he's been taking he will then be in a state to
wreak his revenge.  The lad's cunning from what Tom has told us.  I fear
there will be plans once he gains more freedom.  We mustn't let this
deflect us from our other enterprises."

     "One of those dealing with his father?" I asked.

     Uncle Digby nodded.  "I cannot say more but it will not only be the
son under close observation and we can leave that duty to Jabez."  As he
said this he handed a coin to Jabez.  A single coin so it must have been
more than twopence!

     I knew better than to pursue this.  I knew things would be revealed in
the end and Jabez would be set on watch in the meantime.

     We could hear bustle outside.  Things were being prepared.  Jabez
excused himself as he had duties as a footman to perform before the guests
arrived.  Mr Topping wheeled my Uncle to the lifting apparatus and with the
help of Pembridge and Purrot downstairs and Mr Tuckwell and the two lads
upstairs my Uncle was hauled up to the next floor. No wonder the household
needed at least six footmen!  I hurried up the servants' stairs, as that
would be quicker than toiling round to the main staircase, and entered the
long diningroom just as Uncle was pushed into the room.  The seventh
footman appeared.  Mr Tolliver had a handful of place cards and quickly put
them around the immense dining table.  "There are sixteen expected, sir, no
one has sent apologies," he said, bowing to Uncle.

     "Who have I to talk to between mouthfuls?" he asked.

     "Mrs Plummeridge and the Dowager Duchess," Mr Tolliver said.

     "She'll have that damned ear-trumpet."  He looked at me and laughed.
"Last time she put it down straight in her soup bowl.  Never batted an
eyelid just wiped it with her napkin and demanded another one.  Nearly said
she should lick it off next time and save the laundry maids a task! Still
she's a feisty old gal.  Seen two husbands off and we have hopes for the
Captain next door!"  He smiled at Mr Tolliver.  "Is he next to her?"  He
shook his head.  "Well, give her a chance.  Move his card."

     "Madam, sir?" Mr Tolliver queried, sounding anxious.  I wondered, too,
if Aunt Fanny would be annoyed with the changes.

     Uncle snickered.  "Don't say anything to Lady Fanny.  He usually sits
next to her and she can have a respite.  Put my nephew Terence there
instead.  Shift anyone else but keep Tom between Rosy and his sister Hatty.
Can't have him inconvenienced."  Rosy was his pet name for Rosamund and she
had promised to be next to me.  All Aunt Fanny's carefully planned seating
was now awry!  "That Adolphus can go next to Mrs P and they can vie for
scent and rings."  He shook a finger at Mr Tolliver.  "And tell those boys
not to fill the Captain's glass too many times.  He nearly fell down the
stairs Christmas Day.  Still he has some amusing stories to tell even if
I've heard them fifty times and he shouts loud enough for the Duchess to
hear."

     It was going to be an interesting evening.  As we waited for the
guests to arrive Mr Topping helped Uncle up to his chair at the head of the
table.  I stood next to him feeling I was more smartly dressed than him as
his lapels looked quite shabby and I was sure he had a button missing from
his coat sleeve as well.  As we waited he told me something about the
expected guests.  I had heard from Jabez about the old Duchess and found it
was true except Uncle didn't mention the pizzle tweaking. Mr and Mrs
Plummeridge were old friends and he was a director of the railway
enterprise.  Of course, I knew my brother-in-law, the minor canon, and I
looked forward to seeing sister Hatty again.  The twins would be at home in
bed but I would see them in the morning at the service and afterwards at
lunch.  There was a Major the Honourable something and his wife and a
Member of Parliament with his daughter who Uncle said was very shy.  To
make up the numbers was a great friend of Aunt Fanny, Lady Manners, who I
had met before at a couple of At Homes in the past.  She was rather plump,
with a loud voice and very jolly.  Terence had once said he wasn't sure
what had happened to her husband but she had probably rolled over him and
squashed him but she was always armed with a racy story or a tidbit of
spicy gossip.  As this was the first time I had been to a dinner like this
I wondered what might be related.

     Uncle said the guests would be taken into the drawing-room at the end
of the dining- room first but he would sit and wait until they were ready
to come in as he was damned if he was going to be wheeled around.  A few
moments later Jabez came over to us and said the first of the guests were
arriving.  Uncle nodded at him. "As Master Tom doesn't know the old crows
he can stay with me until his sister arrives. You come and tell us.  And
remember, don't give the Captain too much."  Jabez smiled, bowed and left
us.

     I looked at Uncle.  "Old crows?" I whispered.

     "If you'd had to attend as many of these evenings as I have you'd know
what I mean.  At least we will have a few young ones here tonight and
Signor's food will be good but the usual social round..."  He shook his
head.  "...And some of the musical evenings are just diabolical.
Screeching old hens and fat wobbling basses and everyone nodding as if
they've never heard anything so good."  He sniggered.  "Your Aunt knows how
I feel so she keeps my attendance at a minimum.  I don't want to put you
off, my boy, but London life is not as exciting as one might assume."

     "But you have lived here a long time.  Would you not prefer the
country?"

     "That I would, but duty calls me even now when I could try being a
country gent.  I think your Aunt would miss it all, though.  There is
hardly a day when she isn't out and about.  She has a great interest in two
worthy charities and she loves the concerts and the theatre."

     "But the air is poor," I said, "Even just today my shirt and collar
was more grimed than three or more days in the country air."  I screwed my
nose up. "And there was an evil stink as we passed along Oxford Street."

     He grinned.  "I agree.  There are times when you cannot see across
even a room such as this and in the summer you go near the river at your
peril.  When I was a boy you could fish and the mudlarks would swim but not
now.  I doubt you would survive if you fell in the murk in the summer.
'Tis all the jakes and the tradespeople who wash all their rubbish down the
gullies.  With everything so paved where can it go but to the river?  That
is why so many go to their country houses once the Season is over."  He
smiled.  "Your Aunt has descended on you hasn't she?  But I am content to
remain. I still have work to do."

     I wanted to question him more about 'work' but knew he would not say.
In any case we could hear the hubbub of guests arriving.

     "I think you had better be braver than a lion and go to the
drawing-room," he said with a wink, "I have to take the blame for moving
the cards and if you remain you might be accused as well.  I think I heard
your sister's voice.  She'll protect you."  He nodded.  "I think you may be
smarter in your new clothes than Terence even though he'll have more gold
braid hanging than those damned lampshades over there! And wait until you
see Dolly!"

     I grinned at him and went along the side of the table and entered the
busy room beyond.


To be continued: