No, Papa, this is Mr Richard Harecroft.
James shrugged as if it was all one to him. Join me in a drink, young feller.
Thank you. Ill have a pot of ale.
Diana gasped. She had been relying on Richards help to extricate her father, and here he was encouraging him. Papa she began.
Sit down. Richard spoke quietly, but it was a command and she found herself obeying, even as she opened her mouth to protest that she did not frequent taverns and had only ever stayed long enough to haul her father out and that had not happened for nearly a year. Say nothing, he murmured. He has a full glass and he will not come away until it is empty, so be patient a minute.
That was all very well, she thought as Richard beckoned a waiter. Papa would not want to leave even when his glass was empty; they would still have a fight on their hands. It was nerve-racking and exhausting and all she wanted was to go home and hide and never have to face the world again.
You work at the shop with your father? James asked. The two men who had been with him had disappeared at a nod from Richard and the three of them were alone at the table.
No, trade is not for me. I am a writer.
Writer, eh? What sort of writing?
Papa, you should not quiz Mr Harecroft, Diana said.
Oh, I do not mind it, Richard said. I only wish more people were interested. I write about the common soldier and the trouble he faces finding employment when his services are no longer required.
Not only soldiers, James said meaningfully. Sailors too.
True, but I know very little about the navy. You could perhaps enlighten me, tell me about the men and their children. Particularly the children.
Like children, do you?
Yes.
But you have none of your own.
I am unmarried. He began to wonder who was quizzing whom, but he was also aware that he was playing right into his great-grandmothers hands.
Time enough to remedy that.
James finished his drink, but before he could suggest ordering another, Richard drained his tankard and stood up. Time to go home.
Later, let us have one for the road first.
Papa. Diana stood up and bent to take his arm, but he pulled himself roughly from her grasp.
Do not rush me, girl. You know I hate to be rushed.
Papa, please come home.
Richard turned to Diana. You take his arm and Ill take the other side and off we go. Do not give him a chance to struggle.
It worked like a charm. Diana held firmly on to his one arm and Richard put his hand on his shoulder on the other side and more or less propelled him out to the street. Diana marvelled at his sheer strength and command of the situation. When anything like that had happened before, she had had to plead with her father, but because her strength did not match his, even when he was drunk, she had not been able to drag him away before he wanted to come. He was always sorry afterwards and begged her forgiveness, promising not to let it happen again. And for nearly a year he had kept that promise. Until tonight.
With Toby trotting behind, he walked fairly steadily between them; though he did not appear to need their support, neither released him. He was not as bad as Diana had thought at first, hardly more than slightly tipsy. At any rate the two men were chatting quite amiably. She began to revise her opinion of Richard. Although he was firm, he did not appear to condemn, he simply accepted the situation, almost as if he were used to it. She could not imagine Mr Harecroft senior or Stephen imbibing too much or even condoning it in others, but Richard had been in the army and no doubt that accounted for it.
How long were you in the army? the older man asked the younger.
Six years, most of it in the colonies.
I am a naval man myself, man and boy, never knew any other kind of life He stopped suddenly and buckled between them, and taken by surprise, neither could hold him. He sank to the ground at their feet.
Papa! Diana cried, bending over him. Do get up, please.
Richard gently pushed her to one side and crouched beside the unconscious man, bending his head to listen to his chest and then leaning back to look at his contorted face. Diana stood looking down at him with her hand to her mouth while the dog whined round them in agitation.
Stay with him, while I fetch the tilbury, Richard said, straightening up. He is not drunk, he has had a seizure. We must take him to hospital. They had attracted a small crowd. He turned to them. There is nothing to see, my friends. The gentleman is ill. Give him air, if you please. He ushered them away and then sprinted up the street, leaving Diana to kneel beside her father and lift his head on to her lap. She was angry with herself for the unkind thoughts she had been having about him and wished he could hear her apologising.
Richard returned with the gig very quickly and, hardly appearing to exert himself, lifted the unconscious man into it and propped him in the corner, then helped Diana up beside him. There was now no room for a driver, and so he led the horse, breaking into a run as they reached the end of the street. Diana, cradling her father, called out to him. Where are you taking us?
He called back over his shoulder. St Thomass. It is the nearest. We must not waste time.
He did not want to take them there, but he could see no alternative. Hospitals catered for the poor whose purses and living conditions precluded them from being treated at home. People who could afford to pay for their treatment expected nurses and doctors to visit them, not the other way about. If that were not possible, there were private nursing homes. He would have had no hesitation in paying for the captains treatment, but realised that would not be appropriate, and in any case speed was important.
He turned back to look at Miss Bywater. She was very pale, but appeared calm. He was full of admiration for her courage. To live as she did, looking after a difficult parent in conditions only one step above squalor, and yet put in a days work at Harecrofts showed a strength of character that was at odds with her femininity. He wondered how much Stephen had told her about himself. Or how much Stephen really knew about her. He had a feeling the party at Borstead Hall would bring everything to a head. Would she come? She had declined the invitation even before this had happened. But Great-Grandmama was a strong character and if she wanted the young lady there, she would find a way of bringing it about.
He pulled up outside the hospital and lifted the older man down and carried him into the building, leaving Diana to follow. In no time, because the Harecroft name was known and they had given generous donations to the hospital in the past and because Richard promised more, Mr Bywater was put into a small room on his own and a nurse was delegated to his care.
The next few hours were a nightmare to Diana. She moved like an automaton, sitting when told to, drinking endless cups of tea that Richard sent out for, unaware of anything except her concern for her father and her own feelings of guilt. She had misjudged Papa and if Richard had not been there, she might have been slower to realise that his condition was caused by illness and not drink. Telling herself that on past performance she could be forgiven for it did not make her feel any better, nor the fact that it was Mr Richard Harecroft, of all people, who was on hand to help her.