The Orchid House (20 page)

‘That’s wonderful, Olivia. But we shall all miss you here.’

‘I doubt it,’ Olivia said, feeling contrary and hardly caring.

‘I assure you, we will
all
be sad to see you go. Half past one, then?’

‘Yes,’ she nodded and turned back to her packing. Really, Harry’s behaviour was most confusing.

Olivia and Harry sat at the back of the church and watched Elsie glow with pride and happiness in her pretty lace dress, as she walked down the aisle to meet her future husband. There was not a dry eye in the congregation as they said their vows; every person present knew that their life together as a couple would soon be curtailed. It was a sobering moment and, as Olivia glanced in Harry’s direction, she could see that he too was moved.

At the reception, Olivia watched in admiration as Harry sat at a trestle table in the village hall, surrounded by those who worked for him, joking and joshing as if he was one of them. And it was plain to see how much they respected and liked the young man who would one day be their master; it showed a side to him she had not witnessed before, and her heart softened somewhat towards him.

After the wedding breakfast, the speeches took place, and Jack, Bill’s father, asked whether Master Harry would be prepared to come up and propose a toast to the happy couple. There was cheering as Harry pushed his way through to the front and up on to the dais.

‘Ladies and Gentlemen, I’ve had the honour to know Bill and Elsie for all of my life,’ he began. ‘Who was to know that these two naughty children, whom I was always catching scrumpying apples in the orchard, would one day marry?
And
they never offered an apple to me!’

There were peals of laughter from the audience.

‘Due to the less than pleasant circumstances we all find ourselves facing presently, I’ve got to know Bill rather better in recent weeks. I’d like to assure his dear wife that his sweeping-brush skills are coming along a treat,’ Harry smiled at Elsie. ‘And I can also tell her that when it’s replaced with a real gun, I can think of no one I’d prefer to be hiding behind! Elsie, you’ve got a good and brave man there. Treat him well and enjoy him whilst you can.’

Elsie’s eyes filled with tears and she gripped her new husband’s hand. ‘I will, Master Harry, I swear.’

Harry raised his glass. ‘To Bill and Elsie.’

‘Bill and Elsie!’ chorused the guests as Harry stepped down off the dais to loud cheers.

Jack clapped his hands for silence. ‘And may we also give three cheers for Master Harry, whom one day we will be proud and happy to call his Lordship, and to young Miss Olivia, who’s been so kind to our Elsie. Thank you both for coming. And perhaps we should all be asking –’ Jack grinned wickedly – ‘when you two are going to name the day?’ Further cheers greeted Jack’s speech as Harry arrived back by Olivia’s side.

‘Ladies and Gentlemen, grab your partners and let the dancing begin,’ announced Bill.

Harry sat down next to Olivia. He glanced at her, a twinkle in his eye. ‘I say! I think they like you.’

‘And I think they like you, Harry. You were absolutely marvellous up there,’ Olivia said generously, trying to break the tension that had been engendered by Jack’s pointed remark.

He held out his hand to her. ‘Dance?’ he asked.

She smiled. ‘Why not?’

An hour later, Harry and Olivia emerged from the stuffy hall into the bliss of the fast-cooling night air.

Olivia had been asked to dance by everyone, and had partnered Jack, Bill and even Sable, the butler, around the floor.

Harry reached for her hand as they set off in the direction of the house. Olivia’s heart skipped a beat as he did so, but she decided she would simply enjoy the moment and think little of it.

‘You know, you’re very good with the servants, Olivia. It’s a gift my mother has too.’

‘Thank you,’ said Olivia, glancing around her and trying to take in the beauty of the estate for the last time. ‘I’ll be sad to go,’ she admitted. ‘I’ve grown to love it here.’

The sun was just setting as they walked across newly shaven cornfields and into the park itself.

‘You know, Olivia,’ Harry said quietly, ‘sometimes, a chap doesn’t see what’s right under his nose.’

Olivia looked up at him in surprise. ‘What exactly do you mean?’

‘Well, this morning, when I saw you packing your suitcase, it suddenly hit me how much I’ve enjoyed having you here. And how much I’ll miss you when you go.’

Olivia raised an eyebrow disparagingly. ‘Thanks awfully for saying so, Harry, but you’ve hardly seen me.’

‘No, but I’ve known you’ve
been
here.’

Olivia did not reply. She had no idea how to. They entered the formal gardens and walked towards the fountain. Suddenly, Harry turned to her and took her into his arms. He kissed her full on the mouth, this time with passion.

Olivia was stunned. It was the last thing she had been expecting, yet she couldn’t help but enjoy the touch of his lips on hers.

Eventually, he stopped kissing her, and held her by the shoulders as he looked at her. ‘Olivia, I don’t want you to go, I want you to stay here with me at Wharton Park.’

‘I – Harry, I – can’t,’ she stammered.

‘Why not?’ he asked.

‘What would I do? I must go back to London and sign up.’

‘Darling Olivia, there will be a war effort here in Norfolk, you know,’ he chuckled.

‘Harry, that really isn’t the point. I –’

‘Marry me.’

She stared at him as if he had gone utterly mad. She could not think of a single thing to say in reply.

Then Harry went down on one knee and took her hands in his. ‘Olivia, I have no idea what your feelings are for me but, if you could bear to have me, I would like it awfully if you were prepared to spend the rest of your life here at Wharton Park.’

Olivia finally managed to budge some words from her throat. ‘I’m sorry, Harry, I’m just shocked. I didn’t think that you –’ she swallowed – ‘felt that way for me at all. Why suddenly now?’

‘Perhaps I didn’t realise how I felt until I had a chat with my mother last night, and then saw you packing to leave this morning. Darling girl, please say yes. I promise to cherish you as best I can. And, between the two of us, I’m sure we can safeguard Wharton Park into the next generation.’

She looked down at him, at his handsome face, which she had truly believed would never be hers to gaze at. And all the love she had felt, and tried so desperately to squash, reignited.

‘Please say yes before my kneecap cracks on this gravel,’ he joked, grinning boyishly. ‘Darling, please?’ he repeated.

Olivia searched her soul, but realised it was pointless to find reasons not to. She loved him. And there was simply no other reason that mattered.

‘Yes, Harry,’ she said, ‘I’ll marry you.’

He stood up, took her into his arms and pulled her to him. Then he kissed her again. ‘Oh, my darling, I’m so very happy. Come on, let’s go inside and find my mother. I can’t wait to tell her.’

It was only later that evening – after she had climbed into bed, exhausted from the extraordinary turn of events, and the celebrations over champagne that had ensued with Adrienne – that Olivia realised Harry had not once said he loved her.

20

The wedding of the Honourable Harry Crawford to Miss Olivia Drew-Norris was set for early December. Harry was away with his battalion, who had been charged with securing the vulnerable beaches around the Norfolk coast, building lookout posts, barbed-wire barricades and laying mines. This would take him through until at least January, before new orders were issued as to their battalion’s future whereabouts. Other battalions had already been mobilised overseas, so Harry and everyone at Wharton Park, many of whom had relatives in the 5th Royal Norfolks, were thanking their lucky stars at the stay of execution.

Adrienne had suggested that Olivia wait until after the wedding to sign up for the Wrens. ‘There will be plenty of time afterwards
ma chérie
, but not for now. You are to be a bride and the future Lady Crawford! You must relish the preparation with me.’

The forthcoming nuptials had prevented any dramatic spiral downward in Adrienne, as the festivities had given her something to focus on. She was determined, even as the news from overseas became more serious with each passing day, to celebrate as best she could.

For her part, Olivia felt a little as though she had gone back to the beginning of the Season; her life seemed to be another round of dressmakers – a trip to London with Adrienne had secured her a couture dress by Norman Hartnell himself. And there were guest lists to compose for both the engagement party and the wedding, and the invitations to be sent out. A Society wedding such as this was usually a year in the planning but, between them, Olivia and Adrienne had most things under control.

Olivia’s parents were, of course, over the moon. They had come to Wharton Park to celebrate for the weekend. Both her father and Christopher had made after-dinner speeches, declaring their approval and happiness for the young couple.

Olivia felt rather sorry for her mother who, yet again, seemed to have had her nose pushed out on organising arrangements for her daughter. She had taken it with her usual good grace, commenting to Olivia that Lord and Lady Crawford were paying for the entire event, which was a jolly good job, as Daddy’s Army pension wouldn’t have run to the bridesmaids’ dresses, let alone anything else.

The night before the wedding, a dinner was thrown at the house for friends and close relations of both families. Venetia had arrived with a group of Olivia’s other friends from London. She sat on Olivia’s bed as the bride-to-be put her make-up on at her dressing table.

‘I can’t help feeling rather miffed that you’ve let me down, Olivia, darling. I thought we made a “no-marriage” pact, and here you are, waltzing up the aisle a few months later! Are you completely sure Harry is the “one”?’

‘I absolutely adore him, and Wharton Park,’ said Olivia staunchly.

‘You do realise you’ll be chained to this house for the rest of your life, don’t you? And jolly well have to produce an heir, and at least one spare?’

‘I like children,’ Olivia protested. ‘I want them.’

‘And are you absolutely sure that Harry loves you?’

‘Of course he does,’ Olivia said abruptly, Venetia’s comment touching a raw nerve. ‘Why on earth would he be marrying me if he didn’t?’

After the dinner, Olivia walked along the landing towards her bedroom, exhausted. She jumped as a pair of hands caught her waist from behind. ‘Hello, my darling girl, how are you feeling?’ Harry nuzzled into her neck. Olivia could smell drink on his breath.

‘I’m a little nervous,’ she admitted. ‘You?’

‘I think I’ll be glad now when it’s all over, and we can get on with being Mr and Mrs Crawford. Won’t you?’

‘Yes.’

He kissed her gently on the forehead. ‘Enjoy your last night of freedom, darling. I’ll see you in church tomorrow.’

A few minutes later, as Olivia climbed into bed, her stomach butterflies un-netted themselves and circulated around her body. It wasn’t the wedding ceremony that she was nervous about – it was this time tomorrow night, when she and Harry would enter the large master suite overlooking the park, and the door would close behind them.

She knew, of course, what to expect – Venetia had delighted in enlightening her as to the physical scenario. But, try as she might, she found it difficult to imagine that degree of intimacy with Harry. She’d no idea if he was as innocent as she was; she rather hoped he wasn’t, and then at least one of them would know what they were doing. She comforted herself with the fact that it was a rite of passage, which all married women had been through. And also, Olivia thought as she drifted off, the only way in which babies could be brought into the world.

*

The following morning dawned bright and crisp.

Elsie arrived in Olivia’s bedroom with a breakfast tray at eight o’clock. She was brimming over with excitement.

‘Now, there’s no rush, Miss, I’ve got everything under control. See –’ she indicated a piece of paper – ‘I’ve written us out a timetable for the morning, so we’ll both know what we’re doing.’

Olivia felt comforted by Elsie’s calm presence. ‘You are a wonder, you really are. Thank you,’ she said as Elsie placed the tray across her knees.

‘Ooh, I can’t wait to see you in that dress,’ Elsie said as she indicated the exquisite oyster satin creation placed on a dummy in the corner of Olivia’s bedroom. ‘Her Ladyship says she’ll be up to see you after breakfast. Then I’ll run you a bath and we’ll sort out your hair.’

At nine o’clock, there was a tap at Olivia’s door.

‘Come in.’

Adrienne appeared, holding a large leather box. She came over to kiss Olivia on both cheeks. ‘
Chérie
, truly, this is the happiest day of my life. Seeing my son marry a woman whom I love like my own daughter … what more could a mother want? Come here and let me show you what I have for you.’

Adrienne walked over to the stool, sat down and patted the space next to her for Olivia to sit too. She opened the box to reveal an exquisite diamond necklace and a matching pair of large teardrop earrings.

‘These are for you, Olivia, to wear today. Every Crawford bride has worn them for the past two hundred years. You will keep them, then hand them on to your son’s bride on the day that he marries.’

‘They are beautiful,’ breathed Olivia. ‘Thank you, Adrienne.’

‘Do not thank me,
chérie
,’ she said as she stood up. ‘I ask for nothing more than that we remain the dear friends we already are. Now, I must go and oversee the arrangements, and I look forward to welcoming you formally into our family later today.’

At eleven thirty, Olivia was dressed and ready. Elsie stared at her with a look of awe.

‘Oh, Miss Olivia, you do look that beautiful, I think
I
could marry you,’ she giggled as she handed Olivia the long, white satin gloves.

‘Thank you. I am so dreadfully nervous.’ Olivia opened her arms to Elsie. ‘Come and give me a jolly big hug. I think I need one.’