A Christmas Visitor Read Free

“Why couldn’t he have gone somewhere else, and started a new life where he wasn’t known? If he’d gone to Liverpool or Newcastle, no one would have known he’dbeen in prison, and he could have begun again! I’ve never seen anyone so filled with anger. I’ve seen him in the street, and he frightens me.” She looked terrified. Her magnificent eyes were wide and hollow, her face almost bloodless.
    “Surely you don’t think he would hurt you?” he exclaimed. The lights were exactly as before, and the coals were still hot, but it was as if the room were darker. “Antonia?”
    She turned away from him. “No,” she said quietly. “You’re really asking if he hurt Judah, aren’t you?” She drew in a long breath. “We’d been into the village for a violin recital. It was a wonderful evening. We took Joshua, even though it was late, because we knew he’d love it. He is going to be one of the world’s great musicians. He has already composed simple pieces, but beautiful, full of unusual cadences. He took one of them, and the violinist played it. He asked if he could keep the copy.” Her face filled with pride at the memory.
    “Perhaps he will be England’s Mozart,” he answered.
    She said nothing for a few moments, struggling to regain her composure.
    “Perhaps,” she agreed at last. “When we came home it was after ten o’clock. I saw Joshua to bed. He was so excited he wanted to stay up all night. Judah said he wanted to walk. He had been sitting all evening. He … never came back.” Again she took a few moments before she could continue. “A while after, I woke Mrs. Hardcastle, and we sent for Wiggins. He and the butler and the footman went out with lanterns to look for Judah. It was the longest night of my life. It was after three when they came back and said they had found him in the stream. He had apparently tried to cross in the dark over the stepping stones and slipped. They are very smooth there, and could be icy. There is a slight fall a few yards down where they are jagged. They believe he slipped and struck his head, and the water carried him.”
    “Where to? It’s not very deep.” Was he thinking of the right place, remembering accurately?
    “No, but it doesn’t have to be to drown. If he hadbeen conscious he would naturally have climbed out. He might have caught pneumonia from the cold, but he would be alive.” She took a deep breath. “Now I must fight the slander for him.” She lifted her eyes to meet his. “It is hard enough to lose him, but to hear Ashton Gower say such evil things of him, and fear that anyone at all could believe it, is more than I can bear. Please help me prove that it is absolutely and terribly wrong. For Judah’s sake, and for Joshua.”
    “Of course,” he said without hesitation. “How can you doubt that I would?”
    She smiled at him. “I didn’t. Thank you.”

    Supper was early, and there were only the three of them at the table. Henry did not sit at the head, in Judah’s place. It seemed an insensitive thing to do, not only for Antonia, but for the grave, pale-faced Joshua, who had not yet reached his tenth birthday, and was so suddenly bereft of his father.
    Henry did not know him well. Last time he had been here Joshua had been only five, and spent more time in the nursery. Already he had played the piano and had been too fascinated by it to pay much attention to a middle-aged gentleman here for a week in the summer, and more interested in hill walking than music lessons.
    Now he sat solemn-eyed, eating his food because he had been told to, and staring at the space on the wall opposite his seat, somewhere between the Dutch painting of cows in a quiet field, and an equally flat seascape of the Romney Marshes with light glistening on the water as if it were polished pewter.
    The servants came and went with each dish, soundless and discreet.
    Henry tried speaking to Joshua once or twice, and received a considered answer each time. Henry had a