conduct that perhaps he was unlikely to have told me he was planning to turn his fossils into cash.
All of the specimens Mary had given him would now go towards lining his empty pockets. My words to him had had no effect at all. This stark evidence of my impotence brought tears of anger to my eyes.
Louise handed back the paper. 'There are previews of the sale,' she said.
'I'm not going anywhere near Bullock's,' I snapped, taking out a handkerchief and blowing my nose. 'I know exactly what is in that collection. I don't need to inspect it.'
But later, when John and I were on our own in his study, discussing the Lyme sisters' finances, I interrupted his dry discourse on numbers. 'Will you accompany me to Bullock's?' I did not look at him as I asked, but kept my eyes on the smooth nautilus I had found on Monmouth Beach and given him to use as a paperweight. 'Just you and I, not a large party to make an outing of it. I only want to slip in and have a quick look, that's all. The others needn't know. I don't want them to fuss.'
I thought I saw a look of pity cross his face, but he quickly hid it with the bland expression he often used as a solicitor. 'Leave it with me,' he said.
John made no mention of a visit for several days, but I knew my brother, and had faith that he would arrange things. One evening at supper he announced that he would need the Lyme sisters to come to his chambers later in the week to look over certain documents he had drawn up for us.
Margaret made a face. 'Can't you bring the papers home?'
'It needs to be at chambers, as a colleague must be present to witness it,' John explained.
Margaret groaned, and Louise pushed a bit of haddock around her plate. All of us found the law chambers dull. Indeed, though I loved and respected him, I found my brother dull too at times--perhaps more so since we'd lived in Lyme, for there people were many things, but rarely dull.
'Of course,' John added, with a glance towards me, 'you needn't all come. One could represent the others.'
Margaret and Louise looked at each other and at me, each hoping for a volunteer.
I waited a suitable interval, then sighed. 'I will do it.'
John nodded. 'To sweeten the pill, we shall dine at my club after. Would Thursday suit?'
Thursday was the first day of the preview, and John's club was in the Mall, not far from Bullock's.
By Thursday John had managed to have some sort of paper drawn up that I could sign, so that his ruse was not a lie. And we did dine at his club, but briefly, just one course, so that we arrived at the Egyptian Hall in good time. I shuddered as we entered the yellow building, still with its statues of Isis and Osiris keeping watch over the entrance. After seeing Mary's ichthyosaurus there several years before, I had vowed never to go back, no matter how tempting the exhibits. Now I was choking on that vow.
Colonel Birch's fossils were displayed in one of the Hall's smaller rooms.
Although set out like a museum collection, and divided into sets of similar specimens--pentacrinites, fragments of ichthyosauri, ammonites and so on--the fossils were not behind glass, but laid out on tables. The complete ichthyosaurus was on show in the middle of the room, and it was just as breath-taking as it had been in the Annings'
workshop.
What surprised me more than Lyme fossils transplanted to London--for I had already witnessed that phenomenon at the British Museum--was seeing just how crowded the room was. Everywhere men were picking up fossils, studying them, and discussing them with others. The room with vibrant with interest, and I picked up the thrum. There were no other women there, however, and I clutched my brother's arm, feeling awkward and conspicuous.
After a few minutes I began to recognise people, mainly men who had made fossil trips to Lyme and stopped in at Morley Cottage to see my displays. The British Museum Keeper, Charles Konig, was with the complete ichthyosaurus; perhaps comparing it to the specimen he had bought the year before from Bullock. He gazed about the room, perplexed. I am sure he would have been thrilled to have so many visitors to the Museum's fossil rooms. But his collection was not for sale, and it was the possibility of ownership that made the room buzz.
I noted Henry De La Beche across the room, and was just making my way to him when I heard my name called. I started, fearing it was Colonel Birch come to justify himself. When I turned, however, I was relieved to see a friendly face. 'Mr Buckland, how very good to see you, sir,' I said. 'I believe you have not met my brother: may I present John Philpot. This is the Reverend William Buckland, who is often at Lyme and shares my passion for fossils.'
My brother bowed. 'I have certainly heard a great deal about you, sir. You lecture at Oxford, I believe?'
William Buckland beamed. 'I do, indeed. It is a pleasure to meet the brother of a lady I hold in such high regard. Did
