After reading 37 books by a single author, there comes the point when you think, “Surely to God I have read everything she wrote that was actually worth reading – and then some.” At least, that was how I felt about D.E. Stevenson. I read the good, I read the middling, and I read the bad (and I managed to review 20-odd of them). And, after 37 books, I was pretty much done. Until I wasn’t. Knowing absolutely nothing about it, I decided on a whim to read Green Money and discovered that DES had basically decided to write a contemporary (for 1939) Georgette Heyer novel. I was, understandably, delighted.
We meet our protagonist, George Ferrier, celebrating his twenty-fifth birthday with a little shopping on Bond Street. After ten days of living it up in London and having his head turned by one pretty girl after another, he is heading home to the country but not before he has a fitting for a new pair of riding boots – hence Bond Street. And it is in this Bond Street establishment that the fateful encounter occurs: George meets Mr. John Green, an old army friend of his father’s and now a very wealthy man. The Ferriers live in rural obscurity – his scholarly father caught up in his studies, his horsey-mother caught up in the stables – so the families had not been in touch but it makes no matter. A son of Ferrier senior must be a good sort.
Mr. Green quickly identified George – young, honest, good with people, and not overburdened with brains – as just the man he wants. Mr. Green, though expecting to live for many years, wants to name a youthful trustee for his daughter in case anything should happen to him, his wife having died many years before. There are three trustees already, middle-aged men like himself, but Green doesn’t think they’ll be of much use by the time he plans to die, many, many years from now. So, he reasons, George is just the right man. And the role of trustee is vital, he explains to George, since his beloved daughter is, like all women, “delicate, virginal, easily shocked and frightened.” George, after a lifetime with his straight-talking Irish mother and decidedly capable female friends, tries to remain open minded but can’t quite square his new friend’s statement with the world as he knows it:
George had not thought of women in this light before, but he was always willing to consider a fresh point of view. He thought of the various girls he knew: were they like flowers? Not noticeably. Were they delicate, virginal, easily shocked and frightened? No, no, no. He thought of his mother and smiled involuntarily. “Oh, well!” he said. “I dare say some girls may be like that. I’ve always found them fairly hard boiled.”
George, as the story will bear out, has excellent people sense. Mr. Green does not.
Unsurprisingly for the purposes of our story, Mr. Green soon dies and George comes into his duties several decades before he had expected to. And this is where our Heyer-esque plot takes over. George assumes partial guardianship of the teenaged Elma Green, who turns out to be breathtakingly beautiful but woefully ignorant of the real world. Her governess, Miss Wilson (an exquisite creation), has raised her on 19th Century romantic novels and Elma has quite naturally turned into an outwardly docile creature, who meanwhile is longing for some sort of excitement. Delightfully, her main ambition is to visit London and to see Vauxhall Gardens and the vulgar excesses she has read so much about (little knowing that Vauxhall closed 80 years before). George is repelled rather than attracted by these antiquated manners and introduces his ward to the idea that men and women can be friends and that it’s not shame for a girl to have a bit of life in her. It takes Elma a while to catch on but when she does…well, she’s a fast learner and, unfortunately for George, he isn’t her only instructor.
The complications are fast and furious. George, confused by his sense of responsibility, wonders if he can possibly be in love with Elma when he spends most of his time wanting to escape her attentions. George’s best friend, Peter Seeley, having fallen in love with Elma at first sight, is silently feuding with George, though George remains oblivious to this (as is common when you choose to feud silently). George, his brain moving slowly but surely, begins to have his doubts about how Mr. Green’s estate is being handled. Another trustee, concerned on a number of fronts, invites Elma and her governess to stay with his family at a seaside hotel frequented by some rather fast people where Elma, predictably, finds lots of trouble to get into. And there is, as is only suitable in such a Heyer-esque novel, a updated 20th Century sort of elopement (headed for a hotel rather than Gretna Green).
I do love an exasperated hero running around trying to rescue an idiotic girl who has cheerfully dashed off to be ruined but I love it most when a) I am confident there is no possibility of romance between said hero and said idiotic girl, b) where there is a wonderfully capable heroine waiting patiently for our hero to realise he’s in love with her, and c) when I can be entertained along the way by entertaining supporting characters. Green Money has it all. Also, magic tricks. But let us focus for a moment on the supporting characters.
Paddy, George’s mother, is Irish. That’s basically it. You can tell because she is obsessed with horses and speaks like Maureen O’Hara’s character from The Quiet Man every single time she opens her mouth. She is wonderful though, a winning combination of loving and blunt, and is adored by her husband, son, and friends. The Seeley family, the Ferriers’ neighbours and close friends, are a large family with lazy, rarely involved parents. Of the children, adolescent daughter Dan is a particular favourite of George’s, eldest son Peter, a newly qualified doctor, is his best friend, and eldest daughter Cathy is…something. Something very calming and certain and sensible and…well, you see where that is going. And then, freshly introduced into George’s life, thanks to Elma, there is the magnificent Miss Wilson. A governess at least one hundred years out of date, she is Elma’s prim and exasperated companion, who becomes utterly overwhelmed by her charge’s behaviour once they reach the resort. She writes out her tale of woe to George and it causes confusion to him (and his parents, trying gamely to follow along as this farce progresses) and delight to the reader. Miss Wilson, clearly, learned capitalization from Jane Austen (and D.E. Stevenson picked up a thing or two herself about comic old maids):
In the midst of my Anxiety and Trouble, I remembered Your Cryptic Words to which I was so misguided as to take exception. You remarked that I should be well advised to keep my eye upon Elma! I ask myself now, in the light of all that has happened, whether this remark was made with a Fuller Knowledge of the Pitfalls before me than I myself possessed. At the time, of course, I was Confident of my Ability to watch my charge and to Guard and Guide her, no matter what Dangers or Difficulties should lie before us…
All ends well, naturally. Those who are in love declare their love. Those who want a quiet life return to the quiet life. Those who want a horse, get a horse (that would be George’s mother, Paddy – remember, she is Irish. As though you would ever be allowed to forget). And I, happily, discovered that there was at least one D.E. Stevenson book left worth reading.
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