'We haven't got a name for it,' said Ellie suddenly. 'We can't call it The Towers, that was a ridiculous name. What was the other name for it that you told me once?' she said to me. 'Gipsy's Acre, wasn't it?'
'We won't call it that,' I said, sharply. 'I don't like that name.'
'It'll always be called that hereabouts,' said Santonix.
'They're a lot of silly superstitious people,' I said. And then we sat down on the terrace looking at the setting sun and the view, and we thought of names for the house. It was a kind of game. We started quite seriously and then we began to think of every silly name we possibly could. 'Journey's End', 'Heart's Delight' and names like boarding houses. 'Seaview', 'Fairholme', 'The Pines'. Then suddenly it grew dark and cold, and we went indoors. We didn't draw the curtains, just closed the windows. We'd brought down provisions with us. On the following day an expensively acquired domestic staff was coming.
'They'll probably hate it and say it's lonely and they'll all go away,' said Ellie.
'And then you'll give them double the money to stay on,' said Santonix.
'You think,' said Ellie, 'that everyone can be bought?' But she only said it laughingly.
We had brought pate en croute with us and French bread and large red prawns. We sat round the table laughing and eating and talking. Even Santonix looked strong and animated, and there was a kind of wild excitement in his eyes.
And then it happened suddenly. A stone crashed in through the window and dropped on the table. Smashed a wineglass too, and a sliver of glass slit Ellie's cheek. For a moment we sat paralysed, then I sprang up, rushed to the window, unbolted it and went out on the terrace. There was no one to be seen. I came back into the room again.
I picked up a paper napkin and bent over Ellie, wiping away a little trickle of blood I saw coursing down her cheek.
'It's hurt you… There, dear, it's nothing much. It's just a wee cut from a sliver of glass.'
My eyes met those of Santonix.
'Why did anyone do it?' said Ellie. She looked bewildered.
'Boys,' I said, 'you know, young hooligans. They knew, perhaps, we were settling in. I dare say you were lucky that they only threw a stone. They might have had an air gun or something like that.'
'But why should they do it to us? Why?'
'I don't know,' I said. 'Just beastliness.'
Ellie got up suddenly. She said,
'I'm frightened. I'm afraid.'
'We'll find out tomorrow,' I said.
'We don't know enough about the people round here.'
'Is it because we're rich and they're poor?' said Ellie. She asked it not of me but of Santonix as though he would know the answer to the question better than I did.
'No,' said Santonix slowly, 'I don't think it's that…'
Ellie said:
'It's because they hate us. Hate Mike and hate me. Why? Because we're happy?'
Again Santonix shook his head.
'No.'
Ellie said, as though she were agreeing with him, 'no, it's something else. Something we don't know about. Gipsy's Acre. Anyone who lives here is going to be hated. Going to be persecuted. Perhaps they will succeed in the end in driving us away… '
I poured out a glass of wine and gave it to her.
'Don't, Ellie,' I begged her. 'Don't say such things. Drink this. It's a nasty thing to happen, but it was only silliness, crude horseplay.'
'I wonder,' said Ellie, 'I wonder…' She looked hard at me. 'Somebody is trying to drive us away, Mike. To drive us away from the house we've built, the house we love.'
'We won't let them drive us away,' I said. I added,
'I'll take care of you. Nothing shall hurt you.'
She looked again at Santonix.
'You should know,' she said, 'you've been here while the house was building. Didn't anyone ever say anything to you? Come and throw stones – interfere with the building of the house?'
'One can imagine things,' said Santonix.
'There were accidents, then?'
'There are always a few accidents in the building of a house. Nothing serious or tragic. A man falls off a ladder, someone drops a load on his foot, someone gets a splinter in his thumb and it goes septic.'
'Nothing more than that? Nothing that might have been meant?'
'No,' said Santonix, 'no. I swear to you, no!'
Ellie turned to me.
'You remember that gipsy woman, Mike. How queer she was that day, how she warned me not to come here.'
'She's just a bit crazy, a bit off her head.'
'We've built on Gipsy's Acre,' said Ellie. 'We've done what she told us not to do.' Then she stamped her foot. 'I won't let them drive me away. I won't let anyone drive me away!'
'Nobody shall drive us away,' I said. 'We're going to be happy here.'
We said it like a challenge to fate.
Chapter 14
That's how our life began at Gipsy's Acre. We didn't find another name for the house. That first evening fixed Gipsy's Acre in our heads.
'We'll call it Gipsy's Acre,' said Ellie, 'just to show. A kind of challenge, don't you think? It's our Acre, and to hell with the gipsy's warning.'
She was her old gay self again the next day and soon we were busy getting ourselves settled in, and getting also to know the neighbourhood and the neighbours. Ellie and I walked down to the cottage where the gipsy woman lived. I felt it would be a good thing if we found her digging in her garden. The only time Ellie had seen her before was when she told our fortunes. If Ellie saw she was just an ordinary old woman – digging up potatoes – but we didn't see her. The cottage was shut up. I asked if she were dead but the neighbour I asked shook her head.
'She must have gone away,' she said. 'She goes away from time to time, you know. She's a gipsy really. That's why she can't stay in houses. She wanders away and comes back again.' She tapped her forehead. 'Not quite right up there.'
Presently she said, trying to mask curiosity, 'You've come from the new house up there, haven't you, the one on the top of the hill, that's just been built.'
'That's right,' I said, 'we moved in last night.'
'Wonderful looking place it is,' she said. 'We've all been up to look at it while it was building. Makes a difference, doesn't it, seeing a house like that where all those gloomy trees used to be.'
She said to Ellie rather shyly, 'You're an American lady, aren't you, so we heard?'
'Yes,' said Ellie, 'I'm American – or I was, but now I'm married to an Englishman so I'm an Englishwoman.'
'And you've come here to settle down and live, haven't you?'
We said we had.
'Well, I hope you'll like it, I'm sure!' She sounded doubtful.
'Why shouldn't we?'
'Oh well, it's lonely up there, you know. People don't always like living in a lonely place among a lot of trees.'
'Gipsy's Acre,' said Ellie.
