Hugh, his middle child and ever-rambunctious imp, was now ten, and more flambouyant, dressed in a blue coat and buff waist-coat and new-fangled trousers, booted not shod, and though Caroline had spent a fair amount of time getting them spruced up, and warning them both to behave, Hugh already looked mussed, with his blonder hair in his eyes and his neck-stock come halfway undone.
Little Charlotte, well… at seven, she was definitely made in her mother's spitting image, her long light brown hair controlled by a pale blue bonnet and ribbons, dressed adult-like in a pale blue gown very much like Caroline's. Her amber eyes glowed as her gaze devoured every detail of Sophie's
Lewrie shook hands with the boys, knelt to give Charlotte a hug, and gave them all a congratulating jape or compliment. Naval service had spaced their births so far apart… that, and the use of cundums.
After Sewallis's birth in the Bahamas in '87, he'd been off on patrol duties for the most part, as far south as the Turks amp; Caicos, for months on end, so Hugh had not been quickened 'til the early months of '89 (in
It was a wonder to Lewrie, so bored had he been in those days, that, for want of anything better to do, there weren't
The annual Bills of Mortality listed most deaths for young women as childbed fever, which usually took the infant, too. They had already birthed Sewallis as heir, Hugh to go Army, Navy, or take Holy Orders, and a lovely daughter, and they
Charlotte, Lewrie supposed, was a happy accident, the result of an unguarded night as the stormclouds of the French Revolution and the Terror loomed. The Nootka Sound Incident 'twixt Spain and England in far-off northwestern North America in 1790, his temporary recall to the colours, then the sureness of war coming with France, too, after the revolutionaries had beheaded King Louis and Queen Marie Antoinette. After the war did erupt in February of '93, Lewrie doubted if he had been home with Caroline more than five months, altogether, in the past seven years!
He could step back and admire his well-groomed (well, there
He could take pride and visual pleasure in Caroline, too, for she had not battened or thickened into the typical country housewife and matron. Were the lines on her face more noticeable, they were not as prominent as those of women her age, and they were, mostly, laugh lines and crow's-feet 'round her usually merry eyes. Her hair was yet glossy, her amber brown eyes bright, her form straight and slim…
'I pray one of you gentlemen has confirmed that the coaches we contracted are arrived?' she rather vexedly enquired, more than ready to believe that her husband or father-in-law had forgotten that detail.
'Waiting at the kerb as I came up, dear,' Lewrie was glad to be able to tell her.
'Saw to it,' Sir Hugo drawled as he tossed back the last dregs of his fortifying brandy and tucked his ornate cocked hat under his arm. That worthy looked as if he
And, there'd been little love lost 'twixt Caroline and Sir Hugo since he'd come back from India, and just popped up as a land
'Grand-pere?' Sophie prompted, with a twinkle.'
'Of course,
'Children, next,' Lewrie ordered. 'Sewallis, see to your sister. Caroline and me, last. We'll debark at the church in the reverse order. First in, last out, like an Admiral, hey? You're to give her away, father?' He got a firm nod from both Sophie and Sir Hugo.
He could understand that; his father had ever been charming and delightfully droll, erudite and surprisingly patient with Sophie as she made her adjustments to English country living. Besides, his father's French was infinitely better than Caroline's. He'd played the 'Dutch Uncle' to the girl ever since his arrival, and had kept her chastely amused. Of all Lewrie's household, Sophie, surprisingly, had adored the old rogue the very fondest.
Lewrie offered his own arm to Caroline, and she laid hers atop it… lightly, so
'You did not ask of Mother, nor Uncle Phineas,' Caroline said in a whisper as they trooped in rough order towards the door. 'Nor did you ask why Governour and Millicent are not here.'
'Well, in the excitement of the occasion, I s'pose I didn't,' he whispered back. 'Governour, I may assume, thinks me a traitor for spiriting away my Black sailors, undermining slavery worldwide…'
'Mother Charlotte will not see Midsummer's Day,' Caroline told him, her whisper turning harsher, 'and cannot travel. Yes, Governour will not attend any event where you are also present, and forbade Millicent to come, as well. I know you have no love for Uncle Phineas, nor he for you. Burgess…'
'In London, last I heard,' Lewrie responded. Carefully.
'Beguiled by
'Entirely his desire, Caroline, I did not… beguile him. He also wishes to wed. I'd think you'd be happy for him,' Lewrie said.
'Wed some trull of
CHAPTER TEN