Chapter 6: Miss Bagnold Knows All!
Angela went looking for Robert later that same day. When she saw him going into his room, she let the corridor clear of girls, and then followed him in, using the key he had given her. She had a lot to tell him, but there were other things to get out of the way between them first.
He saw her and smiled at her. He never looked or smiled at any of the other girls like that, and she knew why, now.
She was blushing all over. “No one saw me come in, Robert. Do we have time?” Was she being too forward again? She didn’t care.
He looked at her, seeing her beginning to disrobe. He was not far behind.
They lay on his bed after that, exhausted, but contented and talked as they touched each other everywhere, seeing each other in daylight for the first time. Fortunately, his windows were all high off the ground and were inaccessible to nosey girls.
“Did you sort everything out with Marjorie?”
“Yes. As much as we could, and a lot more than that too, but first things, first. Miss Bagnold called the family and got something out of them. Marjorie was desperate to get home, as her mother hadn’t written for more than two weeks, and she hadn’t been able to reach them on the pay phone.” She smiled.
“The poor girl imagined the worst, although her mother had been laid up for a while after a minor surgery that took longer to heal than it should. Miss Bagnold suggested she could drive Marjorie home for a fast visit this weekend. They live only a hundred miles away, and that she would let Marjorie use the telephone in the office, and not have to battle with a hundred other girls if a problem arose again like this.”
They adjusted their positions upon each other and kissed.
“You don’t have to come out of me yet, do you, Robert?”
“Not for a few more hours. I’ve only just got started.” She laughed.
“Miss Bagnold learned more. It seems that Marjorie is a highly-strung girl, and needs to be watched carefully, liable to get it into her head to do all manner of strange things. Like running away from school in one of the worst storms of the year. She asked me if I would do that. We wants me to become a matron to all of the younger girls, and to keep Marjorie with me, in my room, for a few days or a few weeks.”
Angela fell silent for a few moments, feeling Robert begin to revive once more, and to move again within her.
They recovered their breath after a further five minutes, and came down again from those wondrous heights, as they kissed more.
"Miss Bagnold had more to say after that. To me, and about you.”
He was all ears now. “What about me.”
“She knows about us! Miss Bagnold knows everything that we did, and probably, almost certainly, about what we are doing now!”
“That’s exactly what I said.”
“How did she find out? I saw her briefly this morning, but I said nothing about last night,”
“She learned enough for herself, so I had to tell her the rest of it.”
“You told her?”
“Yes. I had to. We had a lengthy conversation this morning after I took Marjorie to see her. I left her only half an hour ago, and told her that I would let you know what she told me. She even offered to give me a key to this room so that you and I, could discuss this in private. I guess that also means that we don’t have to worry about her coming in on us. I told her that you had also given me a key just a few hours ago.”
There was much more to tell.
Robert could see that Angela was not upset over anything, so he decided he had better hear her out. So she had not been expelled, but he might not be that safe after that admission about what they had done.
“Miss Bagnold found out where we were last night.” She let that sink in.
“After she retired, she saw a light moving around in the empty common room outside of the dormitory—your flashlight, while we were on that settee—and decided to investigate.
She approached through the dormitory, seeing that all of the older girls were in their beds, except for me, and she knew where I was, so she came through that door, saw your cat sitting there, and heard our voices as we got Marjorie undressed.
“Rather than interrupt us, and disturb the entire school, she left us alone, and returned the way she had come.”
“What about me?”
She heard what we were talking about, and knew where it would go; where it had to go, and watched for us returning to the dormitory. That was when she made up her mind about us both.”
“Do I still have a job?”
“Yes. But she made us both an ultimatum. I told you what she wanted from me. To become the matron to the younger girls over summer, to those that cannot go home, and that Marjorie will stay with me in my room until I am sure she is recovered, but I did not tell you all of it.”
He waited to see how everything applied to him.
“Miss Bagnold knew that once we started down that road of intimacy, that it would not be stopped. She wants me to move into that apartment at the far end of that corridor upstairs. It is one reserved for married teachers, but it has been empty now for almost a year. She has another motive in what she is doing, getting me to move into that.”
What other motive?”
“I told you that I am to take over a teaching role next year, and also become a matron to the younger girls from this moment forward. But that is not all.”
He waited to find out more, knowing that somewhere in all of this, it would somehow directly affect him.
“Here is the difficult bit, Robert. Though I hope it is not difficult. It depends on you.”
She dropped her bombshell before he might ask her how it depended on him.
“The position of Matron requires a married woman. She wants us to get married, Robert!” She waited with a pounding pulse to see how he would respond to that. “She knows what we did. That is the price for us both being allowed to stay in the school. She wants everything above board, and respectable, and doesn’t want to lose either of us.”
He smiled, setting her mind at ease. “I like that ultimatum. I agree. When are we to get married?”
Good, he didn’t sound scared by that. She let out an audible, sigh of relief.
“As soon as it can be arranged.” He didn’t cough or choke on that, either.
“I can give up my rented house in the village anytime and move in here. I practically live here anyway.”
“That’s what Miss Bagnold said.”
“What man wouldn’t, with such a passionate, understanding and receptive wife to come home to every night. Every day.” He kissed her. “There, that wasn’t so very difficult was it? I gave in without a fight. So what’s difficult about it?”
“Miss Bagnold thought of several. You, for one.”
“She knows how I feel, about you, as I told her, but she said that one never knew how a man would respond to this kind of sudden coercion.”
He rolled above her and she felt him pushing again, gently investigating the newly discovered territory, and coming to life as he did so, having had his life and his happiness handed back to him.
“I don’t feel coerced, my love. I already told you I give in. I gave in last night at the very moment when I saw you standing in that doorway after you had opened the door, and especially after you began to remove my briefs.” He kissed her again. “How about we get married tomorrow, or the next day or whenever we can. I’d rather not leave it for too long, or you might change your mind about me.”
No chance of that.
She came back at him, matter of factly, and drily. “How about today? In front of a Justice of the Peace.”
They had moved quickly behind the scenes while he had been working, and not knowing anything of what they had determined for him; for them.
’Good, then you shall tell her that you agree to all terms and conditions. We are to meet with her and the JP in her office, at two pm today to tie the knot. She made some phone calls. She will provide witnesses. We are not supposed to let anyone else know, until after term ends, so we must be discreet about what we do of an evening together, and must wait until Marjorie is asleep.”
“Two o’clock you say. So a few more hours to relax together. We can miss lunch and just lock ourselves in here and continue to celebrate.”
“No. I have a doctor’s appointment at noon, and you have to find a suit from somewhere. I shall wear my school uniform. I need to see the doctor, to make sure that none of what you did to me last night and just now, and are about to do again, takes root. And Miss Bagnold is expecting to see you in half an hour to be entirely sure that we are all singing from the same song sheet.”
He smiled foolishly. “Of course. If I had known it was so easy to get married to you, I would have done all of this much sooner.” He thought of something else. “What about your parents? Do they know? And with you being only nineteen do we not need their signatures?”
“I got their permission months ago, when I knew what I wanted. When I saw you.” He was stunned. She had plotted something like this for him that long ago?
She smiled at the look on his face.
“We have time to do it again, if you would like, Robert, before you go to see Miss Bagnold, but only after you manage to get that satisfied smile off your face.”
“I can’t get rid of it, not now. And I’m already doing it again, as you well know and can feel, Angela, Mrs. Illingsworth to-be. However, your word is my command. May I come aboard again, my love?”
“You already are aboard me, Robert, my love, and have gone well beyond that point of no return, from what I can feel of you, and sense. No, I meant can we do it one more time after this one?”
He was not able to respond at that particular moment. His head had just exploded. Both of them.
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