The Duke Returned From Four Years Abroad — His Closest Friend's Widow Was in His Drawing Room

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[00:00:00]The fire had been lit in the blue drawing room for the first time in four years.

[00:00:05]Ashworth noticed it before he noticed anything else.

[00:00:09]The smell of wood smoke in a room that had been cold since the autumn of 1815.

[00:00:15]The particular quality of light that only came from flames rather than candles.

[00:00:20]The way the brass fender gleamed as if it had been recently polished. Someone had prepared this room for occupancy.

[00:00:28]Someone had expected to be received here.

[00:00:32]He stood in the doorway still wearing his traveling coat, the dust of three weeks journey still on his boots, and tried to remember how to be inside this house.

[00:00:43]Thornfield Park had not changed. That was the strangest thing. He had spent four years in Rome, in Florence, in the Greek Islands, in places where everything was ancient and crumbling, and indifferent to the griefs of English dukes.

[00:01:00]And he had half expected to return to find the house transformed.

[00:01:05]Smaller, somehow. Or altered by time in ways that would make it bearable. But the portraits were in their same positions. The stairs rose at the same angle. The blue drawing room smelled of the same wood smoke it had always smelled of when the fire was lit.

[00:01:23]And there was a woman sitting in the chair nearest the hearth.

[00:01:27]She rose when she heard him. He recognized the movement before he recognized the face. The particular way Eleanor Ashby had always risen from a chair.

[00:01:37]With that quality of careful composure that he had once thought was shyness.

[00:01:43]And had later understood was something harder. She turned. And he saw that she was thinner than he remembered. And that her gown was the kind of half morning gray that meant she had been wearing black for a long time before it.

[00:01:59]Her hair was the same dark auburn. Her eyes, when they found his, were the same steady brown.

[00:02:07]"Your Grace," she said.

[00:02:10]"Mrs. Ashby," he said. Because she was still Mrs. Ashby.

[00:02:14]Because James had been dead for 3 years, and she was still wearing gray. The silence stretched between them like something physical.

[00:02:23]He had known, before he left England, that James Ashby was dying.

[00:02:29]He had sat at his friend's bedside for 6 weeks. The best 6 weeks and the worst 6 weeks of his life, depending on which part of them he was remembering.

[00:02:40]And he had held James's hand and listened to James speak about Eleanor in the careful, desperate way of a man trying to leave instructions for a world he was being forced to abandon.

[00:02:54]"She will manage," James had said. "She always manages.

[00:02:59]But she shouldn't have to manage alone."

[00:03:01]And then, because James had been his closest friend for 20 years, and had therefore known him better than anyone living, he had said, "I know what I'm asking.

[00:03:13]I'm asking it anyway."

[00:03:16]Ashworth had left England 3 weeks after the funeral.

[00:03:20]He was not proud of it. "I wasn't expecting you until Thursday," he said.

[00:03:24]Because someone had to say something, and she appeared to be content to simply stand there and let the silence accumulate.

[00:03:33]"Your housekeeper offered to write and clarify the date," Eleanor said.

[00:03:37]"I told her it wasn't necessary."

[00:03:40]"I can leave if" "You will not leave," he said. And the sharpness of it surprised them both.

[00:03:46]She looked at him with an expression he could not immediately name.

[00:03:51]Not surprise, exactly.

[00:03:53]Something more complicated than surprise.

[00:03:57]"Mrs. Pemberton wrote to me in Florence," he said, making his voice level.

[00:04:03]"She said the situation at Ashby Hall had become untenable.

[00:04:07]She said you had been that the estate had been" He stopped. He had rehearsed this in the carriage, and it had been more coherent in rehearsal.

[00:04:17]"I should have come sooner."

[00:04:20]"You are here now," Eleanor said. She said it without accusation.

[00:04:25]That was somehow worse than if she had said it with accusation. He crossed the room and stood nearer the fire, because he needed something to do with himself, and removing his coat in the entryway had felt like a decision he wasn't ready to make.

[00:04:41]Eleanor remained standing, which meant they were both standing, which meant neither of them had quite committed to this being a conversation.

[00:04:50]"Sit down," he said, "please."

[00:04:53]She sat.

[00:04:54]He remained standing because he found that he could not sit in this room yet, in this chair that faced the chair that James had always used in this house where James was everywhere and nowhere.

[00:05:08]"Tell me what happened," he said.

[00:05:10]She told him. She told him in the same measured way she had always spoken.

[00:05:15]Eleanor, who had never been dramatic, who had always been precise and clear-eyed, even when precision and clarity cost her something. She told him about the entailment, which he had known about in the abstract, but had not understood in its specifics, that Ashby Hall had passed to a cousin who had arrived within a fortnight of James's death and had made it clear that the widow's portion was a legal minimum and a personal inconvenience.

[00:05:45]She told him about the two years of letters to solicitors, of rooms being gradually reclaimed, of the household staff she had known for a decade being let go one by one.

[00:05:59]She told him about her own family who had been sympathetic in the beginning and had gradually become less so as widows who did not remarry quickly tended to find.

[00:06:10]She told him all of it without her voice breaking once.

[00:06:14]When she finished, the fire had burned lower and the room was quieter.

[00:06:20]"Why didn't you write to me?" he asked.

[00:06:23]She looked at him steadily.

[00:06:25]"You were in Florence.

[00:06:27]I was reachable."

[00:06:29]"Yes," she said, and then, after a pause, "James asked me not to."

[00:06:36]That landed somewhere in his chest and stayed there.

[00:06:39]"He asked you not to write to me?"

[00:06:42]"He said you needed to go."

[00:06:44]She folded her hands in her lap with the deliberateness of someone choosing each word carefully.

[00:06:51]"He said you had been waiting to go for a long time and that if I wrote to you with difficulties, you would come back before you were ready. He was very clear about it."

[00:07:02]"He had no right to." "He was dying," she said quietly. "He had whatever rights he chose to claim."

[00:07:11]Ashworth turned away from her and looked at the fire.

[00:07:14]James had known. Of course James had known. James, who had known him since they were boys of 12, who had watched him fall in love with Eleanor Ashby at a garden party in 1812 and then watched him step back without a word when James himself had fallen in love with her 6 months later. James, who had understood everything and had asked for his loyalty anyway and had received it.

[00:07:42]Because what else did you give to your closest friend?

[00:07:45]What else did you give to the man whose wife you had been quietly, carefully, entirely in love with for 11 years.

[00:07:55]"He asked me to come back," Ashworth said, still facing the fire.

[00:07:59]"Before he died, he asked me to He said you would need "I know what he asked you," Eleanor said. "And you came here anyway."

[00:08:09]"Mrs. Pemberton wrote to me as well." A pause.

[00:08:13]"She said you were returning, and that you had instructed her to prepare rooms.

[00:08:19]She said she thought I should know."

[00:08:21]Another pause, smaller.

[00:08:24]"I came because I had nowhere else to go.

[00:08:27]I want you to understand that.

[00:08:29]I am not here because of what James asked. I am here because I had nowhere else to go, and because you are because we are friends." He said, turning back to face her. She met his eyes.

[00:08:44]"Yes," she said.

[00:08:46]"Friends."

[00:08:48]The word sat between them like something neither of them quite believed.

[00:08:53]Over the following days, Thornfield Park adjusted itself to the presence of two people where there had been none.

[00:09:01]Ashworth had been away long enough that the house had developed the particular quality of beautiful emptiness.

[00:09:07]Rooms that existed only to be maintained, fires that were lit for no one, meals that were prepared and untouched.

[00:09:16]Eleanor's presence disrupted this.

[00:09:19]Not loudly.

[00:09:21]She was not a loud person, but she was present in the way that some people were present.

[00:09:26]A book left open on the library table, the sound of the pianoforte in the late afternoon, the particular quality of attention she gave to the household staff that made them stand a little straighter.

[00:09:40]He found himself listening for her without meaning to.

[00:09:44]Mrs. Pemberton, who had been housekeeper at Thornfield Park for 22 years, and therefore considered herself entitled to opinions, told him on the third morning that Mrs. Ashby had already identified a problem with the East Wing drainage that had been causing damp in the back corridor for two seasons.

[00:10:04]"She noticed it in an afternoon," Mrs. Pemberton said, in the tone of someone reporting a minor miracle.

[00:10:12]"She was always observant," Ashworth said.

[00:10:15]"She is also," Mrs. Pemberton said, with the careful precision of a woman who had decided to say something and intended to say it completely, "considerably thinner than she was when she used to visit with Mr. Ashby.

[00:10:31]And she takes her tea without sugar now, which she did not used to do.

[00:10:37]I thought you should know."

[00:10:39]He thanked her and did not say what he was thinking, which was that he had already noticed. The library became their place by a kind of mutual unspoken agreement. He had always worked there in the evenings. She had apparently fallen into the habit of reading there in the late afternoon, and the habits overlapped in the hour before dinner in a way that neither of them acknowledged or altered. They talked.

[00:11:07]They had always been able to talk, even in the years when talking had required a certain careful management of what he did and did not say.

[00:11:16]They had been able to talk about books and politics and the management of estates and the particular absurdity of London in the season.

[00:11:24]They talked about James, too, carefully at first, and then less carefully.

[00:11:31]"He used to read that one aloud," she said one evening, nodding at the copy of Don Quixote on the shelf near the window.

[00:11:39]Badly.

[00:11:41]He did all the voices.

[00:11:43]"I know," Ashworth said.

[00:11:46]"I was there for approximately 40 pages of it before I made an excuse to be elsewhere."

[00:11:51]She laughed.

[00:11:53]It was the first time he had heard her laugh in 4 years, and it hit him somewhere behind his sternum. "He knew you left on purpose," she said. "He thought it was very funny.

[00:12:04]He had a peculiar sense of humor."

[00:12:06]"He did."

[00:12:08]She was quiet for a moment.

[00:12:10]"He was happy, you know, for most of it.

[00:12:14]I want you to know that.

[00:12:16]I know the end was I know it was hard to watch, but before that, he was very happy."

[00:12:23]"I know," Ashworth said.

[00:12:26]"Do you?"

[00:12:27]She looked at him with those steady brown eyes.

[00:12:31]"Because you left so quickly after the funeral that I wasn't sure you I wasn't sure you knew."

[00:12:38]He set down the letter he had been pretending to read.

[00:12:41]"I left quickly because if I had stayed, I would have He stopped.

[00:12:46]"Would have what?"

[00:12:48]The fire was burning low.

[00:12:50]It was past 10:00, and the house was quiet around them, and he had been managing this particular truth for 11 years. "I left quickly," he said, "because staying required a kind of because I needed to be somewhere that James was not everywhere.

[00:13:08]And Thornfield was James was everywhere here.

[00:13:13]He used to come every summer. You both did."

[00:13:16]Eleanor was looking at him with an expression he recognized now, after days of watching her face, the expression she wore when she understood something she had not been told.

[00:13:29]"He asked me to come back," Ashworth said. "He asked me to look after you, and I left anyway because I was because I am a coward, and because I did not trust myself to" He stopped again.

[00:13:43]"To what?" she said very quietly.

[00:13:46]"To be what you needed," he said.

[00:13:49]"Instead of what I wanted."

[00:13:52]The silence after this was different from the silences before it.

[00:13:56]Something had shifted in the room's atmosphere.

[00:13:59]Not broken, exactly, but changed the way air changed before rain.

[00:14:05]Eleanor looked at the fire for a long moment. When she spoke, her voice was careful and precise in the way it always was when she was being most honest.

[00:14:15]"James told me," she said, "before he died. He told me that you had been that you had always" She paused.

[00:14:24]"He wanted me to know.

[00:14:26]He said he should have told me sooner, but that he had been selfish and hadn't wanted to give up either of us, and that he was sorry."

[00:14:36]Ashworth closed his eyes.

[00:14:38]"He wasn't asking me to do anything with the information," she continued. "He was just He wanted me to understand why you might find it difficult after Eleanor, I'm not finished. She looked up at him.

[00:14:54]"I thought about it for 3 years.

[00:14:56]While I was managing the solicitors and the cousin and the household staff and my family's increasingly pointed suggestions about remarrying, I thought about it. About what he told me. About whether it was true. About whether" She stopped. "Whether what?"

[00:15:14]"Whether I had known," she said.

[00:15:17]"And simply not let myself know."

[00:15:20]The fire snapped. Outside the autumn wind moved through the park.

[00:15:25]"Had you?" he asked.

[00:15:28]"Yes," she said.

[00:15:30]Simply without drama, in the way she said everything important.

[00:15:34]"I think I had."

[00:15:36]He crossed the room in three steps and stopped in front of her chair, and she looked up at him, and neither of them moved for a long moment. "I loved him," she said.

[00:15:46]"I want you to understand that. I loved James.

[00:15:50]What I What I may have felt or may have been aware of feeling, it didn't diminish what I had with him.

[00:15:58]I need you to know that."

[00:16:00]"I know that," he said.

[00:16:02]"I never doubted it."

[00:16:04]"And I need you to know," she continued, her voice steady even as her hands tightened in her lap, "that I am not here because James asked you to take care of me.

[00:16:16]I am not a I am not something to be managed. I came here because I had nowhere else to go, and because you are the person I most wanted to see, and I was tired of pretending that wasn't true."

[00:16:30]He reached down and took her hands, unfolding them from each other, holding them in his. "I have been in love with you," he said, "since a garden party in June of 1812, when you argued with Sir Henry Cavendish about the Corn Laws, and were entirely right and entirely unwilling to pretend otherwise.

[00:16:52]I stepped back because James loved you, and James was my closest friend, and because you were happy.

[00:16:59]I left England because I could not watch you grieve without wanting to, without needing to."

[00:17:06]He stopped. "I am not a man who manages himself well in situations where the right thing and the wanted thing are in direct opposition.

[00:17:15]"No," she said.

[00:17:17]And there was something in her voice that might have been the beginning of a smile.

[00:17:22]"You are not."

[00:17:24]"I should have come back sooner."

[00:17:27]"You are here now," she said again. And this time it sounded entirely different.

[00:17:32]He sat down in the chair beside her.

[00:17:35]James' chair, the chair he had been avoiding for a week.

[00:17:40]And did not let go of her hands. They sat like that for a long time.

[00:17:45]While the fire burned lower and the house settled around them.

[00:17:49]And something that had been held in suspension for 11 years began slowly to breathe.

[00:17:58]The weeks that followed had a quality that Ashworth did not have immediate words for.

[00:18:04]Not happiness exactly.

[00:18:07]Or not only happiness.

[00:18:09]But something more like the relief of a long tension released.

[00:18:13]The particular ease of being in a room with someone you no longer had to manage yourself around.

[00:18:20]Elinor stayed at Thornfield.

[00:18:23]There was no formal arrangement, no announced decision.

[00:18:26]She simply did not leave and he did not suggest she should. And Mrs. Pemberton began setting two places at every meal with a quiet satisfaction of a woman whose opinions had been vindicated.

[00:18:41]They were careful with each other. Not in the old way. Not the careful management of feeling, the deliberate distance. But carefully in the way of two people who understood that what they were building was fragile and worth protecting.

[00:18:57]They walked in the park in the mornings.

[00:18:59]He read to her in the evenings and she corrected his pronunciation of French passages with a precision that he found unreasonably endearing.

[00:19:10]She began to eat properly again. He began to sleep. It was Mrs. Pemberton who told him in her direct way that there had been talk in the village.

[00:19:21]"There will always be talk." He said.

[00:19:24]"Yes." She said.

[00:19:27]"But Mrs. Ashby is aware of it. And she is she is the sort of woman who will decide the talk is a reason to leave before it becomes a reason to stay."

[00:19:39]He went to find Elanor in the library.

[00:19:41]She was standing at the window looking out at the park and she turned when he came in with the expression of someone who had been expecting a conversation and had been rehearsing for it. "Mrs. Pemberton spoke to you." She said. "She did."

[00:19:57]"She should not have."

[00:19:58]"She should have done it sooner." He crossed the room.

[00:20:02]"You were going to leave."

[00:20:05]"I was considering whether it was the right thing to do."

[00:20:08]She turned back to the window.

[00:20:11]"You have a reputation to consider. I am a widow living in your house without a formal "Then let us make it formal." He said.

[00:20:19]The silence that followed was very complete.

[00:20:22]She turned back to face him slowly. "I am not asking you because of what James asked me." He said.

[00:20:30]"I am not asking you because of talk or reputation or because it is the practical solution to a practical problem.

[00:20:37]I am asking you because I have spent 11 years stepping back from this and I am finished stepping back."

[00:20:45]He paused.

[00:20:46]"I am asking you because this house has been a beautiful tomb for 4 years and in the last 3 weeks it has been a home again and the difference is you.

[00:20:58]I am asking you because you are the most clear-eyed, honest, difficult, remarkable person I have ever known and because I would like to spend the rest of my life being argued with about French pronunciation.

[00:21:13]Eleanor looked at him for a long moment.

[00:21:15]Her eyes were very bright. "That is," she said, "the least romantic proposal I have ever heard."

[00:21:23]"You've heard others?"

[00:21:25]"Only one.

[00:21:26]James proposed in a rowboat. He dropped the ring in the lake."

[00:21:31]"I will endeavor," he said, "not to drop the ring."

[00:21:35]She laughed again, that same laugh that hit him behind the sternum.

[00:21:40]And then she stepped forward and took his face in her hands.

[00:21:44]And he understood that she was saying yes before she said it.

[00:21:49]"Yes," she said anyway.

[00:21:51]Because Eleanor had always believed in being precise.

[00:21:55]They were married in the Thornfield Chapel on a morning in late November with Mrs. Pemberton weeping openly in the front pew. And the household staff crowded into the back. And a thin winter light coming through the old windows and making everything look like something from a painting. The vows were the traditional ones. But Ashworth had added a line quietly, without announcement, that the vicar had looked at him oddly for. And Eleanor had looked at him with an expression he was still learning to read.

[00:22:29]"I have chosen you," he said.

[00:22:32]"Deliberately and with full knowledge of what it costs and what it is worth. I choose you."

[00:22:38]She had pressed her lips together very firmly and then said, with perfect composure, "I choose you as well, deliberately."

[00:22:48]The vicar had moved on quickly.

[00:22:50]Two years later, on an evening in December, Ashworth found his wife in the blue drawing room where he had first found her.

[00:22:59]The same chair, the same fire, the same quality of lamplight.

[00:23:05]The difference was the small dark-haired child asleep against her shoulder and the way Eleanor looked up when he came in without the careful composure, without the management, simply with the open expression of a woman who was entirely at ease.

[00:23:23]He sat down across from her. The child, James, named with Eleanor's characteristic precision and his own complicated gratitude, stirred and did not wake.

[00:23:36]"Tell me something," he said.

[00:23:38]She raised an eyebrow.

[00:23:40]"Something specific?"

[00:23:43]"Tell me what you thought," he said, "when you turned around and saw me standing in the doorway 4 years ago when I came back."

[00:23:53]She considered this with the seriousness she gave to all questions that deserved it. "I thought," she said slowly, "that you looked exactly the same.

[00:24:03]And I thought that was unfair because I was quite certain I did not look exactly the same.

[00:24:10]A pause.

[00:24:12]And then I thought that you were going to say something careful and managed and that I was going to have to decide whether to let you."

[00:24:20]"And?"

[00:24:21]"And I decided," she said, "that I was too tired to let you.

[00:24:26]That I had been careful and managed for 3 years and I was done with it."

[00:24:31]She looked at him steadily.

[00:24:34]"I decided that if you were going to be careful, I was going to make it very difficult for you."

[00:24:41]"You succeeded," he said.

[00:24:43]"I know."

[00:24:45]The ghost of a smile.

[00:24:47]"I am very good at the things I decide to do."

[00:24:50]He reached across and took her hand, her free hand, the one not occupied with their sleeping son, and held it the way he had held it in this room two years ago when the fire was burning low and 11 years of careful management had finally, entirely come undone.

[00:25:10]Outside the December snow was beginning.

[00:25:13]Inside the fire was bright.

[00:25:16]"I used to sit in this room," he said, "when you and James would visit."

[00:25:21]"After you had both gone to bed I used to sit here and I used to practice not wanting things I couldn't have."

[00:25:30]"Did it work?" "No," he said.

[00:25:33]"But I became very good at sitting quietly."

[00:25:36]She turned her hand over and intertwined her fingers with his.

[00:25:40]"You don't have to sit quietly anymore," she said.

[00:25:44]"No," he agreed.

[00:25:46]"I don't."

[00:25:47]The snow fell outside. The child slept.

[00:25:50]The fire burned. And the room that had been cold for four years was warm. And the man who had spent 11 years stepping back was, at last, entirely still.

[00:26:03]Thank you for staying with Ashworth and Eleanor until the very end.

[00:26:08]Their story began with a promise made in grief and became something neither of them had allowed themselves to want.

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