Unlikely Bonds: Embracing the Future Chapter 6

New Business

In the spring of 1914, a new venture was born as Henry and Tom united their efforts to establish a stainless-steel business in Leeds. They had patented their new steel alloy 'Stainless Steel'. Their collaboration involved joining forces with an existing steel mill owned by a Mr Barlow, who saw the potential of this new steel alloy, a decision that held promising potential. Tom used his savings to buy a 16% equity in the mill, a risk he was willing to take due to his belief in their new alloy. The world was changing, innovation was on the rise, and these two ambitious individuals were determined to carve their mark in the evolving industrial landscape.

Tom's longtime benefactor and friend, Lady Louise, also believed in their vision and invested in their venture. With this support, they embarked on their journey, taking cautious steps into the world of steel alloy production.

The production of stainless steel was relatively new, and the market for it was not yet fully established. As such, they decided to dedicate just a portion of the mill's production—around 20%—to crafting stainless steel. This was a prudent approach, ensuring they could gauge the demand and response before fully committing to the new venture.

Tom, known for his forward-thinking and inventive mindset, introduced a revolutionary method of process control. This innovation would prove to be the linchpin of their success. By implementing Branson's process control techniques, they achieved impressive results. Henry and Branson's collaboration had a tangible impact on the mill's operations and output.

Their efforts bore fruit, as the quality of the steel produced exhibited a remarkable improvement of 15%. This increase in quality corresponded with a simultaneous boost in production yield, demonstrating that their venture was not only about innovation but also about practicality and profitability.

The mill owner, Mr. Barlow, was pleased with the results that the partnership with Henry and Tom had yielded. The increase in steel quality and production yield exceeded expectations, reflecting positively on his business. This partnership had allowed him to tap into a newfound expertise and implement innovative methods that redefined the standards of steel production.

Within the community, whispers of this collaboration began to circulate. People marvelled at the entrepreneurial spirit and the potential for growth and prosperity that this partnership could bring to the region. The summer air was charged with excitement and anticipation as the business made its first strides toward success.

Tom's prior experiences and contacts in the Leeds area had given him valuable insights into the needs of the emerging motor industry. He was well aware of a common issue plaguing the new motor vehicles – the rapid corrosion of exhaust systems caused by the fumes from the burnt fuel. This knowledge ignited an innovative spark in Tom's mind.

Recognising the exceptional anti-corrosion properties of stainless steel, he saw a groundbreaking solution for the persistent problem of exhaust system deterioration. Stainless steel's durability and resistance to corrosion made it an ideal material for the exhaust systems of motor vehicles.

Driven by his entrepreneurial spirit and keen understanding of the industry's pain points, Tom wasted no time in acting. He sought out a bespoke motor vehicle manufacturer in Sheffield, known as 'Attercliffe Motors Ltd.' Tom's proposal for stainless steel exhaust systems immediately piqued their interest.

While the venture was still in its early stages, Attercliffe Motors Ltd. had expressed genuine enthusiasm for Tom's idea. They understood the potential benefits of utilising stainless steel in their vehicle designs, particularly in ensuring the longevity and reliability of exhaust systems.

As the venture progressed and the stainless-steel exhaust system proved its worth, Tom had plans to expand his reach. His contacts and knowledge of the industry would allow him to approach larger manufacturers in prominent automotive hubs like Birmingham and Coventry. The aim was clear – to revolutionise the automotive sector by introducing a durable and corrosion-resistant solution to a long-standing problem. Tom's vision and determination were driving forces behind this ambitious endeavour.

For Henry and Branson, this was just the beginning. Their stainless-steel business had taken its first steps, showing promise and potential. As they stood on the threshold of a new era, their collaboration had set in motion a journey that would reshape industries and change lives.

Dinner Guest

Mary's heart raced as she flitted about the sitting room, ensuring everything was in perfect order for her first guest. Lady Louise, a friend and investor in Tom's business venture, was due to arrive, and Mary wanted everything to be flawless.

Tom entered the room, dressed in a well-fitted suit, his tie slightly askew. "Does this tie go with the suit?" he inquired, turning slightly to give Mary a better look. She approached him with a fond smile and deftly adjusted his collar and tie.

"You look good," Mary assured him, her voice quivering with nervous excitement. She cast a quick glance at the clock on the mantle, eager for Lady Louise's arrival.

Before long, the doorbell chimed, signalling the guest's arrival. Mary felt a surge of anticipation as she greeted Lady Louise warmly. The evening unfolded smoothly, with Maggie serving a delightful meal. The three of them engaged in pleasant conversation, and Mary couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment in hosting her first guest in their home.

The table was set elegantly for dinner, and the soft glow of candlelight illuminated the room as Mary, Tom, and Lady Louise settled in for their meal. The dinner table was set elegantly, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. Mary, Tom, and Lady Louise sat down to enjoy their meal, and as they began to eat, the conversation turned to Mary's university aspirations.

Lady Louise, ever the gracious host, began, "Mary, my dear, Tom has mentioned your desire to pursue higher education. I must say, I find it quite commendable. What field of study are you planning to pursue at the university?"

Mary smiled warmly, appreciating Lady Louise's interest. "Thank you, Lady Louise. I have a keen interest in Law and business, so I'm considering pursuing a degree in one of those fields. It's something I've longed to do for a while now."

Tom chimed in, his eyes filled with pride, "Mary diligently prepared for her entrance exams, which she tool a couple of months ago. She's made incredible progress."

Lady Louise nodded approvingly. "Education is a powerful tool, Mary. It can open doors you never knew existed. I believe you'll excel in whatever field you choose."

Their conversation shifted to lighter topics, and as the evening wore on, they discussed their upcoming Irish honeymoon to Bray, near Tom's hometown.

Tom's eyes sparkled with excitement as he shared, "We're planning to visit some of the places I grew up around. It's been years since I've been back to Ireland, and I want Mary to experience its beauty and charm."

Lady Louise smiled and extended an invitation, "Well, as you'll be passing through Dublin on your way to Bray, you simply must join me for dinner one evening. It would be a delight to host both of you."

Mary and Tom exchanged a glance, touched by Lady Louise's kindness. "We'd be honoured," Mary replied with gratitude. "Thank you for the invitation."

With that, the evening continued, filled with laughter, shared stories, and the promise of new adventures for Mary and Tom as they embarked on their Irish honeymoon and Mary's journey toward higher education.

The Future

It was a warm May evening, and Tom eagerly awaited Mary's return, there was a white envelope and a black velvet box tied with a white ribbon and bow, sitting at her place on the dining room table. His excitement was barely contained as Mary finally came home, her coat still draped over her shoulders. Maggie, their ever-reliable maid, helped her with her coat as Tom ushered her towards her chair at the dining room table, where the envelope and box lay in anticipation.

"Oh, Tom, it's finally here," Mary said nervously, her fingers trembling. "What if I didn't get in?" She voiced the fear that had been gnawing at her.

Tom gave her a brief but reassuring hug. "Then I am here, and we will think of something else," he told her with a confident smile.

With bated breath, Mary opened the envelope, using the letter opener that Tom passed her. Her eyes scanned the thick white pages within, her hands shaking as she read the contents to herself. A single tear fell from her eye, and she turned to Tom with a radiant smile. "I got in."

Tom couldn't contain his joy any longer and let out a whoop of happiness. He pulled her close and kissed her soundly. "I never doubted it for a second, Mary."

"Go on, what does the letter say?" he asked eagerly, wanting to hear all the details.

Mary paraphrased the letter with excitement, highlighting the important parts. "They're offering me a place to study Law at the University of Leeds, starting in September."

Tom's eyes sparkled with pride and happiness. "That's wonderful news, Mary. You've earned this opportunity, and I couldn't be prouder of you."

Then, with a warm smile, he slid the black velvet box towards Mary. She untied the white ribbon and opened the box to reveal a beautiful wooden fountain pen with gold fittings. Her eyes widened in delight. "I thought you should have a pen suitable for a Solicitor," Tom explained.

Mary admired the pen's craftsmanship and thoughtfulness of the gift. She looked up at Tom with gratitude. "Oh, Tom, it's lovely. Thank you." She embraced her husband tenderly, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and support from him.

Tom leaned in to whisper in her ear, "I've also made a reservation at The Savoy Restaurant for 7:30 pm. A cab will pick us up at 7."

Mary's eyes twinkled with excitement. "Tom, you think of everything."

They both knew that this night out was not just to celebrate Mary's academic success but also to cherish the love and partnership they had built together. As they excitedly got ready for their celebration, Mary couldn't help but feel grateful for the man who stood by her side through every challenge and triumph.

University of Leeds 21st May 1914

Dear Lady Mary Branson,

I am delighted to extend my heartfelt congratulations and a warm welcome to you on behalf of the University of Leeds. It is with great pleasure that we accept your application to pursue a course in Law at our esteemed institution, commencing on Monday the 7th of September 1914.

Your admission to the University of Leeds is a testament to your dedication and commitment to furthering your education. We understand that your journey to this point has been unique, and your determination to embark on this educational pursuit is commendable.

Having successfully passed our entrance examination, your qualifications meet our academic standards, and we believe you possess the potential to excel in your chosen field of study. Furthermore, the character reference provided by Dr. Gerard Finlay MD, and the academic reference submitted by Mr. Tom Branson B.A. (Hons) & M.A. in Mathematics, both spoke highly of your capabilities and suitability for this endeavour.

At the University of Leeds, we are committed to providing a supportive and enriching learning environment.

Lady Mary Branson, your journey towards acquiring a formal education is an inspiring one. We look forward to welcoming you into our academic community and witnessing your achievements in the field of Law.

In preparation for your enrolment, you will receive further communication outlining important details such as registration, course structure, and orientation activities. Should you have any queries or require assistance, please do not hesitate to reach out to our admissions office.

Once again, congratulations on your acceptance to the University of Leeds. We eagerly anticipate the start of the academic year, where you will embark on a path of knowledge and discovery.

Yours sincerely,

Ronald Salvoy

Dean of the Faculty of Arts

University of Leeds

Celebratory Dinner

Mary and Tom's night at The Savoy was a true celebration of Mary's success and a rare moment of indulgence for the couple. The elegant restaurant was softly lit, with the gentle glow of crystal chandeliers casting a warm ambiance over the diners. The clinking of fine china and the murmur of conversations filled the air, creating an atmosphere of refined sophistication.

As they settled into their seats, Mary couldn't help but marvel at the opulent surroundings. She felt a sense of pride that she was here, at The Savoy, with her husband, celebrating her acceptance into the University of Leeds. It was reminiscent of the dinners she had known growing up at Downton Abbey.

Tom, ever the attentive husband, had pulled out Mary's chair and smiled at her. "You look absolutely radiant tonight," he said, his eyes filled with admiration. "This is a special occasion, and you deserve all the celebration in the world."

Mary blushed at the compliment. "And you, Tom, are the reason I've reached this milestone. I couldn't have done it without your support and encouragement."

Their conversation flowed seamlessly, a testament to the deep connection they had forged over the last year of marriage. They reminisced about their journey together, from the early days of their marriage to the challenges they had faced. Tom recalled their time in Leeds, his transition from a chauffeur to an entrepreneur, and their hopes for the future.

"I never imagined, back when I was just a chauffeur, that we'd be here, dining at The Savoy," Tom admitted. "But I'm grateful for every twist and turn that led us to this moment."

Mary smiled warmly. "Our journey has been unconventional, to say the least, but it's been filled with determination, and the unwavering support of each other."

Their dinner was a culinary delight, with each course a masterpiece of flavours and presentation. They savoured every bite, enjoying the rare treat of such a sumptuous meal.

"Did I tell you the second gift I got Mr Carson?" Mary said, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "I picked out a book for him—a collector's edition of 'The Butler's Guide to Running the Home and Other Graces' by Stanley Ager. I thought it would be a fitting gift."

Tom chuckled. "I'm sure Mr. Carson will appreciate it. And speaking of gifts, I'm glad you liked the fountain pen. It's a symbol of the bright future you're embarking on."

Mary nodded, her gaze filled with determination. "I can't wait to start my studies in September. It's a new chapter in our lives, and I'm excited to see where it leads."

As the evening continued, Mary and Tom basked in the warmth of their love and the promise of a future filled with endless possibilities. They left The Savoy with full hearts, hand in hand, ready to face whatever challenges and adventures lay ahead, together.

Honeymoon

The morning sun cast a golden hue across the bustling port of Liverpool as Mary and Tom prepared to board the ferry to Dublin. They had chosen a second-class fare for the trip, mindful of their budget yet eager for the adventure that lay ahead.

The ferry, an impressive vessel with a tall stack and gleaming white paint, towered over the dock. As they ascended the gangway, they were greeted by the lively chatter of fellow travellers, the excited energy of those embarking on a journey.

Inside the second-class cabin, Mary and Tom found comfortable seats by a large window, the glass offering panoramic views of the bustling harbour. The seats were simple yet cosy, designed for passengers to relax during the journey.

As the ferry set sail, the city of Liverpool gradually receded into the distance. Mary leaned over to Tom, her voice filled with excitement. "I've never been on a ferry before, Tom. It's so thrilling!"

Tom smiled warmly at her, taking her hand. "It's a grand experience, Mary. And I promise you, our time in Bray will be even more wonderful."

The ferry's route took them across the Irish Sea, the gentle rocking of the ship soothing their spirits. They spent the journey gazing at the vast expanse of water, the sunlight playing on the waves like liquid diamonds.

After several hours, the silhouette of Dublin appeared on the horizon, a beautiful sight that signalled the near end of their voyage. As the ferry approached the harbour, Mary couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the adventures that awaited them on the Emerald Isle.

With their arrival in Dublin, their honeymoon adventure in Ireland was about to begin, filled with exploration, relaxation, and the joy of spending quality time together.

As Tom and Mary embarked on their journey down the Irish coast to Bray in June 1914, they found themselves aboard a sturdy steam train, ready for an adventure filled with picturesque landscapes and cherished memories. The train was a hive of activity, with passengers of all ages eager to explore the scenic beauty of the Emerald Isle.

The railway tracks hugged the rugged coastline, offering breathtaking vistas of the Irish Sea stretching out to the horizon. The water glistened in the warm June sun, its azure depths reflecting the clear skies above. Seagulls swooped and circled, their melodious calls blending with the rhythmic chugging of the locomotive.

As they departed from Dublin, the urban landscape gradually gave way to lush, rolling hills dotted with quaint villages. Cottages with thatched roofs nestled amidst emerald fields, and the chimneys of small farmhouses puffed trails of white smoke into the sky. The countryside was alive with vibrant shades of green and splashes of wildflowers in every hue, creating a harmonious tableau of nature's beauty.

Tom, with a boyish excitement, pointed out familiar landmarks to Mary as the train meandered along the tracks. He gestured toward a charming stone bridge spanning a bubbling brook, recalling the countless times he had played there as a child. Then, he marvelled at the sight of a ruined round tower perched on a hill, its stark stonework contrasting against the backdrop of a cerulean sky. Memories of youthful escapades and dreams filled his eyes as he gazed upon these places.

The train's compartments were filled with passengers, each lost in their own reverie, their faces reflecting the serenity and wonder inspired by the coastal journey. Families with children, couples, and solitary travellers all shared the sense of adventure that train travel offered in those days.

As the train approached Bray, the coast became more dramatic. Cliffs of stone and earth rose up from the shoreline, their faces weathered by the ceaseless assault of the sea. Waves crashed against the base of these cliffs, sending sprays of foam into the air like nature's fireworks.

The final stretch of the journey was accompanied by the fresh scent of saltwater, and a gentle breeze tousled Mary's hair as she and Tom leaned out the window to take in the breathtaking view. Bray's picturesque promenade and its row of colourful beachfront houses came into sight, signalling the end of their railway adventure.

The train station loomed ahead, and with a contented sigh, Tom and Mary prepared to disembark, eager to explore Bray and make new memories together while cherishing the sights of Tom's youth that had made the journey so special.

Mary and Tom's arrival in Bray marked the beginning of their Irish honeymoon, a much-needed escape from the hustle and bustle of their new life in Leeds. They had heard of the Royal Hotel in Bray, known for its wonderful views overlooking the Irish Sea, and decided it would be the perfect place to spend their first few nights together as a married couple.

The Royal Hotel, a grand Victorian building with a stately facade, stood proudly against the backdrop of the sea. Its large windows allowed the natural light to flood the interior, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. The hotel's exterior was adorned with colourful window boxes, bursting with vibrant blooms, adding a touch of charm to the already picturesque setting.

Upon their arrival, they were greeted by the friendly hotel staff, who welcomed them with warm smiles and polite nods. The lobby exuded an air of elegance, with plush furnishings and tasteful decor that hinted at a bygone era of sophistication and luxury.

Mary and Tom settled into their room, which boasted a breathtaking view of the Irish Sea. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore serenaded them as they unpacked their belongings and made themselves at home.

With their stay at the Royal Hotel, they had three days of leisure ahead before they planned to visit Tom's foster parents, Mr. and Mrs. Green. The Greens lived in a charming cottage on Mr. Knight's estate, where Mr. Green worked as a land agent. It was a serene and idyllic setting, a world away from the urban life they were growing accustomed to in Leeds.

One of Mary's eagerly anticipated activities during their seaside getaway was swimming in the sea. She had brought along a specially chosen swimming dress for the occasion, eager to dip into the cool waters of the Irish Sea. Her swimming skills dated back to her childhood, where she had learned alongside her sisters in one of the deeper ponds on the Downton estate. Back then, she swam in her simple shift, with a watchful governess overseeing their aquatic adventures.

Tom shared his own experiences of learning to swim with Mary. He recounted how Mr. Green had taught him to navigate the local river, emphasizing the importance of water safety in a region that sadly witnessed an accidental drowning almost every year. It was a skill he had developed over the years, as during the summers, Mr. Green would send a young Tom and Mrs. Green to spend blissful weeks by the sea in Bray.

Their days by the sea were filled with romantic walks along the shore, sumptuous meals in the hotel restaurant, and moments of pure bliss as they frolicked together in the sparkling waters of the Irish Sea. It was a chapter of their honeymoon filled with love, laughter, and the promise of many more beautiful days together as husband and wife.

Under the shimmering moonlight, Tom and Mary strolled hand in hand along the moonlit beach of Bray. The gentle waves kissed the shore, creating a soothing melody that accompanied their quiet conversation.

Tom looked at Mary with an affectionate smile. "Isn't this place just beautiful, Mary?"

Mary gazed out at the tranquil sea, the moon's reflection painting a silvery path on the water's surface. "It truly is, Tom. I can't remember the last time I felt so relaxed."

He tightened his grip on her hand. "I'm glad we decided to take this trip. It's important for us to have moments like these, away from the hustle and bustle of our daily lives."

Mary nodded in agreement. "You're right, Tom. It's a chance to be ourselves, away from the pressures and expectations of society. I cherish these moments with you."

As they continued to walk along the shore, the cool breeze ruffled Mary's hair. She spoke softly, almost as if sharing a secret. "Tom, do you ever think about how our lives have changed so drastically in such a short time?"

Tom squeezed her hand again. "All the time, Mary. Sometimes it feels like a whirlwind, doesn't it?"

She chuckled softly. "Yes, exactly. It's as if we were two different people not so long ago."

Tom stopped and turned to face her, his eyes reflecting the moonlight. "But, you know, I wouldn't change a thing. Marrying you, Mary, was the best decision I've ever made."

Mary's heart warmed at his words. She reached up to caress his cheek. "And I feel the same, Tom. You've brought so much happiness and adventure into my life."

They stood there for a moment, simply enjoying the serenity of the night and the presence of each other. Then, as if guided by the moon itself, Tom leaned in and tenderly kissed Mary. It was a kiss filled with love, a promise of a future together, and an acknowledgment of how far they had come.

As they continued their moonlit walk, hand in hand, they knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, with unwavering love and determination.

he day to meet Tom's foster parents had finally arrived, and Tom couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement. He wanted everything to go well, as the people who had raised him meant the world to him. Mary, always the calming presence, assured him that anyone who had shaped such a kind and conscientious man had to be wonderful people themselves.

Mr. Green, the estate's trusted land agent, had arranged to borrow one of the estate cars to collect Tom and Mary. He had secured special permission from Mr. Knightly for this special occasion. Mrs. Green, in her eagerness to see Tom again after so many years, insisted on accompanying her husband to fetch them. As the estate car pulled up to collect them, there were warm embraces and hearty handshakes at the reunion. Tom's relief was palpable as he introduced Mary to his foster parents.

Mrs. Green was practically bubbling with excitement, so delighted to finally meet the woman who had captured Tom's heart. She assured Mary that she could call her "Maureen" and be at ease in their company. With a gleam in her eye, Mrs. Green shared the amazing news that Mr. and Mrs. Knightly had invited them all to a private dinner at the big house, a rare honour. She added that Mrs. Knightly was a charming and gracious woman.

Arriving at Mr. and Mrs. Green's cottage, they were shown to a cosy room with a double bed adorned with a brass bedstead. Mary couldn't help but compliment Maureen on the loveliness of the room. The warmth and hospitality extended by the Greens put Mary at ease, and she felt truly welcome in their home.

Over the next three days, Tom and Mary enjoyed delightful moments with Tom's foster parents. They explored Tom's childhood haunts, sharing stories and laughter along the way. Tom introduced Mary to his childhood friend Maggie, a tall woman with fiery red hair. Maggie proudly informed Tom that she had taken over her father's mill and was now running it successfully. She laughed as she showed Tom and Mary her beloved dogs and a coop full of chickens, the dreams of her childhood realised.

Mary was enchanted by everything she saw during their visit. Even the dinner with the Knightly's proved to be a success. For one evening, she was introduced as "Lady Mary Branson," and it was as if her life hadn't undergone such radical changes. The Knightly's were gracious hosts, and Mary felt a sense of belonging and acceptance that warmed her heart.

The morning sun streamed through the lace curtains of the cosy cottage where Tom and Mary had spent the past few days with Mr. and Mrs. Green. The aroma of freshly brewed tea and warm toast filled the air as they gathered around the wooden table for breakfast.

Mr. Green, a weathered man with kind eyes, looked at Tom with anticipation. "Well, lad, how's this new business venture of yours with Henry coming along?"

Tom took a sip of his tea before answering. "It's progressing, Mr. Green. We're making steady strides, but it'll be some time before we see substantial profits. We have a few interested parties in our stainless-steel exhausts and Attercliffe Motors Ltd have already started production, though."

Mr. Green nodded approvingly. "That's good to hear, Tom. Hard work and perseverance are the keys to success, you know."

Mary couldn't help but chime in, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "And speaking of hard work, I'm thrilled to begin my studies at the University of Leeds in September. It's a dream come true."

Mrs. Green beamed at Mary. "Oh, my dear, we're so proud of you. A lady pursuing higher education is a remarkable thing."

As they enjoyed their breakfast, the conversation naturally turned to the political climate. Tom, a staunch republican, and Mary, a devoted monarchist, often had spirited debates. Today was no different, as the topic of the tensions in mainland Europe came up.

Tom leaned back in his chair, his brow furrowing. "I think it's all just imperialist posturing, Mr. Green. A lot of chest-thumping, but no one really wants a war."

Mary nodded in agreement. "Yes, and besides, most of the royal families in Europe are related to each other. They wouldn't let it come to that."

Tom and Mary exchanged a knowing glance, a silent acknowledgment of their differing views on the monarchy. It was a subject they'd debated many times but had learned to agree to disagree. In this little cottage, with the Greens as their hosts, they were able to find common ground despite their differences.

As they finished their breakfast, Mr. Green raised his teacup in a toast. "To hard work, dreams coming true, and lively debates among friends."

Everyone joined in the toast, and in that moment, they cherished the bonds of friendship and family that had brought them together in this idyllic corner of the world, far from the uncertainties of the broader political landscape.

As their time with Tom's foster parents drew to a close, Tom and Mary shared a fond farewell with the people who had played such a significant role in his life. The train pulled out of Bray train station, taking them back to Dublin, and while there was a tinge of sadness in leaving, there was also a sense of fulfilment and contentment in the memories they had created together.

Their final night in Ireland was a grand affair, to be spent at The Shelbourne, a truly elegant establishment that had retained its classic charm. The hotel, as it was in 1914, was a magnificent example of Georgian architecture. Its grand façade boasted tall, arched windows adorned with delicate lace curtains. The entrance was adorned with ornate ironwork and potted plants that added a touch of natural beauty to the urban setting.

As Mary and Tom entered the hotel, they were immediately struck by the opulence of the interior. Crystal chandeliers hung from high ceilings, casting a warm and inviting glow over the marble floors. Plush velvet furnishings, rich wood panelling, and intricate mouldings adorned the lobby, creating an atmosphere of timeless sophistication.

That night, Mary and Tom were going to dine with Lady Louise, who had extended an invitation when she had visited them in Leeds. Tom, dressed in his finest dinner jacket, was eager to meet Lady Louise once more, and Mary, in an exquisite green gown, looked positively radiant.

Dinner with Lady Louise was a delightful affair. They were seated in a private dining room, where soft candlelight added to the intimate atmosphere. The table was set with fine china and silverware, and the menu offered a selection of delectable dishes.

As they enjoyed their meal, Lady Louise gently teased them about the future and whether or not babies were in their plans. Blushing slightly, Tom and Mary shared a glance before Tom replied, "We've decided to wait a little while before starting a family. Mary will be starting university in the Autumn, and we want to give her the opportunity to focus on her studies."

Mary, still blushing, added, "Yes, there's so much I want to learn and achieve before we expand our family. We're young, and there's no rush."

Lady Louise, Tom's secret mother, nodded in understanding. "You're both wise to consider your future carefully. Enjoy this time together and savour every moment." She raised her glass in a toast to their happiness.

Tom and Mary regaled Lady Louise with animated tales of their recent honeymoon in Bray. As they savoured their gourmet meal, the newlyweds painted vivid pictures of their Irish adventure.

"It was simply enchanting," Mary began, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "We arrived in Bray in the late afternoon, and the views from our hotel, the Royal Hotel, were breathtaking. Our room overlooked the Irish Sea, and the sound of the waves lulled us to sleep each night."

Tom chimed in, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "We spent our days exploring the picturesque town, walking along the seafront promenade, and visiting local shops. The weather was remarkably pleasant, and we even took a horse-drawn carriage ride along the coast."

Mary continued, "One of the highlights was our swim in the Irish Sea. I bought a special swimming dress just for the occasion, and Tom taught me how to dive gracefully into the waves."

Tom smiled at the memory. "Indeed, I did. I used to swim in those waters as a boy, and I couldn't resist sharing the experience with Mary."

Their stories flowed like a gentle Irish brook, painting scenes of laughter, love, and the sheer joy of being together. Lady Louise listened attentively, her eyes filled with warmth as she shared in their happiness.

"It sounds like a dream," Lady Louise remarked. "I'm so pleased that you had such a wonderful honeymoon. Bray is a beautiful place, and it's clear that you both made the most of your time there."

Tom nodded appreciatively. "We did indeed, Lady Louise. It was a perfect start to our life together."

As the evening continued, the trio enjoyed the rest of their dinner, savouring not only the delicious cuisine but also the camaraderie and shared stories that made their time together so special.

After dinner, Tom and Mary returned to their opulent hotel room. The suite was beautifully appointed, with a canopy bed, plush furnishings, and a luxurious ensuite bathroom. They took full advantage of the facilities provided and the privacy of their accommodations to celebrate their marriage in the time-honoured fashion, basking in the joy of their love for each other.

News from Downton

Dear Lady Mary,

I hope this letter finds you well. I wanted to share some joyful news with you from Downton. Lady Sybil's coming out ball was a splendid affair, and I wish you could have been here to witness it. The entire estate was alive with excitement and anticipation.

Lady Sybil looked absolutely stunning in her gown, and her smile lit up the room. It was a beautiful evening filled with music, dancing, and laughter at Downton House. The gardens were adorned with twinkling lights, and the atmosphere was truly magical.

You would have been pleased to see how much support and love she received from her family and friends. Lord and Lady Grantham were beaming with pride, and Lady Edith put aside her troubles to join in the celebration. Even the staff members were talking about how lovely it all was.

There was a moment during the dance when Lady Sybil shared a dance with Mr. Matthew Crawley. They looked so well-suited on the dance floor, and I couldn't help but notice the warmth and connection between them. It was a fleeting moment, but it was enough to spark some conversation among the staff about a potential match.

I know that you've been on a journey of your own, and I hope that you're finding some happiness and stability in your new life. Despite the challenges, I wanted you to know that Downton Abbey continues to thrive, and your family is finding ways to move forward.

Please take care and know that you are missed here. If there's anything you'd like to know about the happenings at Downton, I'm here to share.

With warm regards,

Anna

Mary carefully folded Anna's letter and placed it back in its envelope, her expression thoughtful as she held it in her hands. Tom, sitting across from her in their cosy living room, noticed the contemplative look on her face.

"What's on your mind, Mary?" he asked gently.

Mary glanced up at him, her blue eyes meeting his with a mixture of emotions. "It's a letter from Anna," she began. "She wrote to tell me about Lady Sybil's coming out ball at Downton House."

Tom leaned forward, intrigued. "How did it go? Was it a grand affair?"

A wistful smile tugged at the corners of Mary's lips as she recalled the details. "She said it was a splendid affair, filled with music, dancing, and laughter. Lady Sybil looked stunning in her gown, and the entire estate was alive with excitement."

Tom nodded, his eyes reflecting her sentiment. "I can imagine. Sybil's always had a way of brightening up any room she enters."

Mary's gaze softened as she continued. "Anna mentioned that Lady Sybil danced with Mr. Matthew Crawley. It seems they looked well-suited on the dance floor, and there was some talk among the staff about a potential match."

Tom raised an eyebrow. "A potential match, you say?"

Mary nodded. "Yes, though she's only eighteen. It's... interesting, to say the least."

Tom couldn't help but smile. "Well, we all know how unpredictable matters of the heart can be. If there's a spark between them, who are we to judge?"

Mary chuckled softly. "You're right, Tom. Love has its own way of defying expectations."

They sat in companionable silence for a moment before Mary spoke again, her tone shifting slightly. "I do miss Downton sometimes, especially on occasions like this. The memories of grand events and bustling life... it all feels like a different lifetime."

Tom reached out to gently squeeze her hand. "I understand, Mary. Downton holds a special place in your heart, and mine too, in a way. But we've built a life of our own, haven't we?"

Mary turned her hand to lace her fingers with his. "Yes, we have, and I wouldn't change it for anything. Our flat, our friends, and most importantly, our dreams."

Tom's eyes met hers, filled with warmth and love. "Our future is bright, Mary, and we'll face it together."

Mary leaned in to press a loving kiss to his lips, sealing their shared understanding and commitment to their new life together.

As Mary and Tom sat together in the comfortable intimacy of their home, the spectre of looming war in Europe cast a shadow over their conversation. Tom's business venture with Henry was thriving, and he was determined to prove the value of using stainless steel in vehicles. Yet, the uncertainty of international affairs weighed heavily on Mary's mind.

"Tom," Mary began, her voice tinged with concern, "I can't help but worry about the possibility of war in Europe. What if it comes to that? What if you're called up?"

Tom, who had been perusing a newspaper, set it aside and turned to face his wife, his expression calm and resolute. "Mary, I share your concerns, and I've always been against war on principle. But we must remember, we're not at war yet. The situation might be averted, and diplomacy may prevail."

Mary nodded, acknowledging the rationality of his words, but her worry remained evident. "I know, Tom, but I've heard stories of conscientious objectors facing dire consequences. Prison, even. I can't bear the thought of you going through such hardships."

Tom reached out and gently took her hand in his. "Mary, I appreciate your concern for me, but we must have faith that reason will prevail. Besides, I'll do everything in my power to avoid conflict. And if it comes to that, we'll face it together, as we always have."

Mary leaned in, resting her head on Tom's shoulder, finding comfort in his unwavering support. "I just can't help but worry about what the future holds," she admitted softly.

He kissed her forehead, his embrace warm and reassuring. "Neither can I, my love, but we'll face it together, come what may. For now, let's focus on the present and the life we're building here in Leeds. We'll make the most of every moment."

And in that moment, they held each other close, finding solace in their love and the strength they drew from one another, ready to face an uncertain future hand in hand.

Note: Sorry the business part was probably a bit boring but it needed to be in somewhere so I can build on his and Henry success later on.

I hope you enjoyed the happy part for Tom and Mary, that it makes up for their argument in the last chapter.

I have the first part of the WW1 written, I am finding it difficult writing 1916 and getting to the point where Mary meets Cousin Isabel.