‘She was a witness to my parents’ wedding.’

‘Ah, yes, now I recall. A very good-looking young woman, I think she was a schoolfellow of Rosetta’s.’

‘Have you seen her since then?’ Frances had already visited Somerset House and established that no one named Louise Salter had married or died, so assumed that either Salter was her married name or if single she was still alive. ‘Was she a married lady?’

‘Hmm,’ said Cornelius, helping himself to a scone, ‘now you do test my memory. I have the feeling that she was a single young lady, in fact the gentlemen present were all very taken with her and paid her compliments which would have been most inappropriate had she been there with a husband. But I do not think I have seen her since that event.’

‘My mother never mentioned her? They must have been close friends.’

He smiled. ‘Now I can see where this is tending, Frances.’

‘Uncle, I cannot stay in ignorance all my life. I may choose for the moment to do nothing with any information you can give me, but still, I would like to know more.’

He hesitated. ‘Yes of course, you have a right to know everything. And now I think about it something does come back to me. About two or three years after the wedding Rosetta became very distressed. She told me that a dear friend had suffered a terrible reversal when her father had been made bankrupt through no fault of his own. I think his business partner had run away with the funds, and as a result the family was ruined. I cannot be sure but I think it might have been Miss Salter to whom she was referring. The family was obliged to leave Bayswater. That is really all I know.’

Frances was disappointed but reflected that even if Louise Salter had moved away several years before her mother’s desertion in 1863, she might still know something about the events that had led to it. Rosetta Doughty had given birth to twins in January 1864, one of whom had died, and she had then been living in lodgings in Chelsea. Nothing was known of her later history.

There was a knock at the door that took them by surprise as Frances was not expecting a visitor. Sarah answered it and was told by the housemaid that a Miss Pearce had arrived, very upset, and wanted to see Miss Doughty at once.

Frances put down her teacup. ‘I hope you don’t mind, uncle, but under the circumstances I feel I ought to see this visitor. I will not disturb the tea-table; if she is content to sit in the kitchen then I can provide her with some refreshment.’

This plan was abandoned, however, when Charlotte Pearce burst into the room in a state that suggested that she had been running all the way. Her face was glowing with warmth and little curls of damp hair had escaped her bonnet.

‘Oh, please let me assist!’ exclaimed Cornelius, leaping up and helping the distressed lady to a chair. ‘If this is a private matter I will of course withdraw, but if there is any errand I can go on, you have only to ask, or if Miss Pearce requires conducting to a doctor I will call a cab at once.’

‘Thank you, sir, you are very kind,’ breathed Charlotte, leaning on his arm. ‘I am so sorry to have intruded, I had not realised that Miss Doughty was receiving company.’

‘Oh think nothing of it, we are very informal here,’ Frances reassured her gently. Sarah had already poured a steaming cup of tea, with two sugar lumps, and offered it to Charlotte. ‘Allow me to introduce my uncle, Mr Cornelius Martin. Uncle this is Miss Charlotte Pearce. Miss Pearce, this is Miss Sarah Smith, my very special assistant.’

Cornelius fetched a small table so that Charlotte could put her teacup down, and Sarah added a plate piled high with bread and butter and cake, to furnish the visitor with everything she needed in the way of restoratives. Cornelius, despite his offer to withdraw, did not do so but stood nearby, watching Charlotte anxiously and awaiting instructions.

Once Charlotte had rested and refreshed herself, she took a paper from her pocket and handed it to Frances. ‘Harriett received this letter today. I have already left a note for Mr Wylie, but he is away visiting a factory.’

The letter was on the headed notepaper of Mr Marsden, the sour-faced solicitor who was acting on behalf of Lionel Antrobus. Frances could not imagine two men better suited to each other’s company.

‘Mr Antrobus claims that he is acting on behalf of his nephews, in accordance with the wishes of his brother,’ sighed Charlotte, ‘but I cannot help thinking that this is some underhand way of securing an advantage for himself. We thought he had ceased to annoy us, but it seems he has only been biding his time for this very moment, which places him in a much stronger position.’

The letter advised Harriett that when her eldest son Edwin jnr attained the age of sixteen, which event was only four months away, he would, in accordance with the wish often expressed by his father, be leaving boarding school and taking a junior post in the business of Luckhurst and Antrobus Fine Tobacco with the object of progressing in time to a partnership. Lionel Antrobus wished to reaffirm that under the terms of his brother’s will he had all rights and management over his brother’s estate and a duty of care of his nephews until such time as either Mr Edwin Antrobus reappeared or Edwin jnr achieved his majority. It was his intention at all times to act as his brother would have wanted. To ensure fatherly supervision of the boys, it was proposed that he, Edwin jnr and his brother would, from 1 September 1881, live in the family home at Craven Hill. To comply with Edwin Antrobus’ wishes that the boys and their mother should not reside under the same roof, Mrs Harriett Antrobus was therefore instructed to vacate the property before her sons took up residence. Mr Lionel Antrobus had also resolved to make the best use of the property by letting a portion of it, and Miss Pearce might remain if she wished, on the payment of a suitable rent, the proceeds to be invested for the future of Edwin Antrobus’ sons.

‘It seems to me,’ said Frances, reluctantly, ‘that he has legal right on his side, in that he is acting in the interests of his nephews. Whether one approves or not, he is only doing what his brother would have wanted.’

‘The suggestion that I might remain in the house is a mere pretence to make him appear to be acting reasonably,’ Charlotte protested. ‘I am quite sure that he will demand a rent I will find impossible, but even if I could pay it, I need to be with Harriett. Has she not endured enough? We do not wish to trespass any further on Mr Wylie’s generosity. He cannot give us accommodation as he is in lodgings that we could not with any propriety share. And now it appears that Mr Marsden, who we had thought was acting in our interests, has turned against us. Miss Doughty, I implore you, do all you can to find Edwin or at least discover his fate, and then we will not be living in this agony of uncertainty.’

Frances promised Miss Pearce to redouble her efforts, and when her visitor had rested, Cornelius ordered a cab to conduct her home.

CHAPTER NINE

Next morning Frances received a short note from Lionel Antrobus saying that he would call to speak to her at 10 a.m. He seemed to assume that this arrangement would be convenient for her, since he did not ask if it was, and the reason for the appointment was not mentioned.

‘So you don’t like him much, then?’ grinned Sarah, after Frances had spent a minute or two expressing her opinion of that gentleman.

‘I am not at all convinced that he is acting in the best interests of his family, although he works very hard at appearing to do so. He has the entire trust of his brother, despite the difference in their fortunes, which must surely weigh hard upon him, and all power, both of making decisions and the disposal of income has been placed in his hands. Mrs Antrobus fears that he may be appropriating his brother’s fortune for his own use. If Mr Edwin Antrobus is not found then more than three years will go by before anyone will be able to see whether his executor has been as honest as he makes out and, if he is adept at covering his tracks, in all probability not even then.’