Nestled in the middle portion of William Trevor’s gargantuan volume of short stories, “Collected Stories”, is this novella, a triptych about a farmer’s daughter, who befriends a widow, the slightly eccentric Mrs Ashburton, who lives on the once lavish grounds of Challacombe Manor, now crumbling from neglect.
Together with her young siblings Dick and Betty, they help to restore the tennis court to a semblance of its former glory, and manage to bring some sunshine back into Mrs Ashburton’s life, as well as that of the surrounding community, which culminates into an unforgettable picnic and tennis party on a glorious summer day. Alas, that proves to be the end of the good times, which marked the start of the impending gloom of World War Two that was about to descend on them, and take Matilda’s loved ones from her.
Unbeknownst even to herself, Challacombe Manor had taken on such a huge symbolic significance to her that it becomes a representation of the safety of the past, as well as Mrs Ashburton’s memory of her days as a young bride before her husband came back damaged from the first world war. Matilda sees herself as the guardian of Mrs Ashburton’s memories, and in her desperate attempt to go back to the past, she finds herself as a resident in it many years after the party. (The intervening years also shatter her romantic ideals of what the summer house on the grounds of Challacombe Manor represents.) She marries the son of the new owners of the Manor, and we are never sure if she is as guileless as she presents herself in the way she succumbs to this opportunistic union, only to guard the place jealously against her husband and his family and friends, bent as she is on holding onto the place itself, at all cost.
A wondrously wrought story and told in such clear and succinct prose. This is but one of the lengthier pieces I felt I had to write about, while I have just read it, lost as I am in the brilliance of Trevor’s short stories in this volume which I am still savouring slowly.