Anne Severn and the Fieldings

Anne Severn and the Fieldings,
by May Sinclair

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Author: May Sinclair
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ANNE SEVERN AND THE FIELDINGS
By

MAY SINCLAIR

1922

CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I
Children
II Adolescents
III Anne and Jerrold
IV Robert
V Eliot and Anne
VI Queenie
VII Adeline
VIII Anne and Colin
IX Jerrold
X Eliot
XI Interim
XII Colin, Jerrold, and Anne
XIII Anne and Jerrold

XIV Maisie
XV Anne, Jerrold, and Maisie
XVI Anne, Maisie, and Jerrold
XVII Jerrold, Maisie, Anne, Eliot
XVIII Jerrold and Anne
XIX Anne and Eliot
XX Jerrold, Maisie, and Anne
ANNE SEVERN AND THE FIELDINGS

I
CHILDREN
i
Anne Severn had come again to the Fieldings. This time it was because
her mother was dead.
She hadn't been in the house five minutes before she asked "Where's
Jerrold?"
"Fancy," they said, "her remembering."
And Jerrold had put his head in at the door and gone out again when he
saw her there in her black frock; and somehow she had known he was
afraid to come in because her mother was dead.
Her father had brought her to Wyck-on-the-Hill that morning, the day
after the funeral. He would leave her there when he went back to India.
She was walking now down the lawn between the two tall men. They

were taking her to the pond at the bottom where the goldfish were. It
was Jerrold's father who held her hand and talked to her. He had a nice
brown face marked with a lot of little fine, smiling strokes, and his eyes
were quick and kind.
"You remember the goldfish, Anne?"
"I remember everything."
She had been such a little girl before, and they said she had forgotten.
But she remembered so well that she always thought of Mr. Fielding as
Jerrold's father. She remembered the pond and the goldfish. Jerrold
held her tight so that she shouldn't tumble in. She remembered the big
grey and yellow house with its nine ball-topped gables; and the lawn,
shut in by clipped yew hedges, then spreading downwards, like a fan,
from the last green terrace where the two enormous peacocks stood,
carved out of the yew.
Where it lay flat and still under the green wall she saw the tennis court.
Jerrold was there, knocking balls over the net to please little Colin. She
could see him fling back his head and laugh as Colin ran stumbling,
waving his racquet before him like a stiff flag. She heard Colin squeal
with excitement as the balls flew out of his reach.
Her father was talking about her. His voice was sharp and anxious.
"I don't know how she'll get on with your boys." (He always talked
about Anne as if she wasn't there.) "Ten's an awkward age. She's too
old for Colin and too young for Eliot and Jerrold."
She knew their ages. Colin was only seven. Eliot, the clever one, was
very big; he was fifteen. Jerrold was thirteen.
She heard Jerrold's father answering in his quiet voice.
"You needn't worry. Jerry'll look after Anne all right."
"And Adeline."

"Oh yes, of course, Adeline." (Only somehow he made it sound as if
she wouldn't.)
Adeline was Mrs. Fielding. Jerrold's mother.
Anne wanted to get away from the quiet, serious men and play with
Jerrold; but their idea seemed to be that it was too soon. Too soon after
the funeral. It would be all right to go quietly and look at the goldfish;
but no, not to play. When she thought of her dead mother she was
afraid to tell them that she didn't want to go and look at the goldfish. It
was as if she knew that something sad waited for her by the pond at the
bottom. She would be safer over there where Jerrold was laughing and
shouting. She would play with him and he wouldn't be afraid.
The day felt like a Sunday, quiet, quiet, except for the noise of Jerrold's
laughter. Strange and exciting, his boy's voice rang through her sadness;
it made her turn her head again and again to look after him; it called to
her to forget and play.
Little slim brown minnows darted backwards and forwards under the
olive green water