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After an early morning start from Fintelton Manor, the coach finally reached Portsmouth by mid-afternoon. Robert stopped at an Inn by the quayside and ordered a late lunch. He needed sustenance before joining his ship and checking the morale on board. While enjoying a well-overdue meal, he pondered the crew members. If any traitors were left, they were probably keeping a low profile. 

Having finished his lunch, he found an available naval cutter and quickly commandeered it. 

As the crew raised the sail and cast off, Robert noticed several new arrivals anchored in the harbour, including a first-rate flying a commodore’s flag. He enjoyed the cold spray on his face and the feel of the stiff wind in his hair. Sailing between the ships, he spotted another first-rate, three second-rates and some frigates at anchor down the harbour. It seemed quite a fleet was in for replenishment.

Robert shaded his eyes and searched for HMS Providence. She was due in, but there was no sign of the frigate. Before the wedding, he would meet with Captain Foster and discuss tactics for his upcoming mission. Hopefully, the frigate would return to port before he left for Guildford. 

The cutter headed around the rear of the first-rate. Robert saluted an officer watching from the stern, who peered down from the massive bulk of the ship, towering above. He did not recognise the young officer, who smiled and returned his salute. Robert looked on and saw Restless about five hundred yards south. He was relieved to see his ship and impressed with the work occurring onboard. It appeared the Master had followed his advice and kept the crew busy.

Restless was a large schooner looking more like a small frigate with fore and main masts, square-rigged and a mizzen mast with a gaff-rigged spanker.

She was built by the French and captured late in the previous century, with a refit only five years ago. She looked fast and clean, like a small fighting ship should be. Robert thought, “Ah, the French, they possessed great skills in designing a pretty ship that sailed well. Good thing their sailors were not as good as ours!” 

As the cutter came alongside, he threw a rope, and a sailor pulled up his bag. Robert leapt across and scampered up her side, jumping onto the quarter-deck. 

“Mr Trotters, you have been keeping the men very productive. Restless is looking well-groomed!”

“Thank you, Captain. Welcome back, Sir.”

“Glad I’m back! All quiet while I was away?”

“Not a peep out of them, Sir!” Trotters looked around and lowered his voice. “Mind you, we are in port, Sir. It may be different when we are back at sea.”

Robert immediately knew what Trotters meant. He, too, was still unsure of the crew.  

“Sir, I have word that Mr Small’s replacement will arrive this afternoon. A Lieutenant Frederick Ham.”

“That was quick. Where did you get word from?”

“It came from Commodore Jacobs at Fleet Headquarters.”

This disturbed Robert as he had expected some input into the selection process. But the Admiral must have sorted this out, with Jacobs ensuring a quick transfer. That would make sense, as the Admiral, knowing of Robert’s involvement in the wedding, would provide a capable First Officer who could keep tabs on the situation. He assumed the man was well-experienced. 

“Thank you, Trotters. Carry on!”

“Excuse me, Sir, but Captain Horace Coombes is in your cabin. He will be Captain of the Marines. Swanton is making him comfortable.”

“Excellent Trotters, he is early. We will have a double number of marines on our next voyage. Coombes is a fine soldier. Just what we need.”

“Aye, Sir.”  Trotters had a knowing grin on his face.  

With that, the captain headed below. Pushing open the door, he found Horace reading a report at his desk. 

Captain Coombes rose, nearly knocking his head on the low cabin roof, “Ah, Squire, good to see you!”

“And you too, Horace, you are a welcome sight, believe me!”

“I was reading your report, Squire. Jacobs arranged for a copy. You had a busy time during your first few weeks aboard!”

Robert smiled as Swanton came into the cabin.

“Welcome back, Captain. I’m glad there will be two of us entertaining Captain Coombes now, Sir. Not an easy task! Coffee Sir?”

Horace smiled, innocently saying, “Now then, Michael, I have behaved very well in the last two hours. Time for some navy coffee!”

Robert laughed as he saw the close relationship between Horace Coombes and his Sergeant.

Swanton raised his eyebrows, “Coffee, Sir?” 

“Yes, thanks, Swanton. Horace, your Sergeant Swanton is a one-person army! He saved my life last week, and I will be eternally thankful for his assistance. Where did you find him?”

“In the Army, we train them well, Squire. I taught him everything he knows, haha. But I think his agility must have come from his parents. Ha, Ha.”

“He has served with distinction here. Ah, I see you have brought the crossbows!”

“Thought we might get some practice in before our next hunt, Squire.”

“Strange thought indeed! These may prove most useful if an attack by stealth is required. Have you read the report? Swanton, close that cabin door, please!”

Swanton moved across the cabin like a cat, had a good look outside and closed the door. He nodded at Robert, indicating that there was no one outside. He then disappeared into his servants’ room and prepared the coffee. 

“Horace, I am alive, thank God! They damned well nearly took me out. These Irish traitors are very good at what they do. They must have a strong network that produces the number of men I was up against last week. After the wedding, we are heading back into their territory. I’m afraid there is no guarantee the crew is free of them yet!”

Horace’s big grin faded as the conversation took a serious turn. He sat back down at the desk. “I understand, Robert; these bastards have killed some of my good friends. We’ll sort them out. But on a lighter note, did you come via Guildford by chance?”

“Why, yes, I did!”

“And did you bring any of those biscuits, Captain?”

“A tin especially for you, Horace. We shall have some with our coffee.” Robert placed a medium-sized tin of Turner’s biscuits on the desk.

“That cheers me up no end. It is bad enough that I am stuck on this small ship, but some of those biscuits will make the seas smooth. Best biscuits I have ever tasted.”

Robert smiled, “I took the liberty of ordering a dozen tins before leaving. Anne will have them ready at the wedding next week.”

The mention of Anne jigged Robert’s memory, “Swanton, while I think of it, pull out my second uniform, please and wrap it up. I must send it to Guildford for a fitting.”

Horace licked his lips as he removed a biscuit from a tin. The smile broadened across his big face, “Fine girl, that one, Squire. Any news there yet?”

Robert knew Horace was fishing for information, “Next year, Horace. We have a conquest first. When are your marines coming?”

Snapping back into work mode, Horace answered, “They will arrive at the same time as we return from the wedding. Monday afternoon, I expect. Lieutenant White is leading them down here. He will have a couple of sergeants with him. They are good men, well-trained and can fight like tigers. They won’t take any nonsense from these Irish traitors! Mark my words, Squire, they are fighting men through and through.”

Robert sat down at his desk and picked up a biscuit. Having his old school chum, Horace here, lifted his spirits no end. Swanton placed the hot, brewed coffee on the desk. They sat back and enjoyed the sweet taste and crisp biscuits.

“Swanton, try some of these biscuits, lad. We need the recipe!”

Michael Swanton accepted the invitation, took the biscuit, and retreated into the servant’s quarters.

“Your command, eh, Robert? Not bad at your age!”

They looked at each other and laughed.

“Not bad at all, Horace!”

Laughing, they had a toast with the coffee. Swanton, who watched from the servant’s door, began appreciating how close these two were. He heard they were at school together but knew little of their story. He liked the banter that Sir Horace brought with him. There was nothing as good as the Army’s sense of humour.

At Guildford …

Jonathan Turner felt some confidence today as he had slept well. The support from his wife and daughters would help him carry on. He was determined to beat this problem. He had found a new respect for Doctor Neville Bassington, a man now aware of his secret, who did not judge him but offered help. For most of his life, Jonathan’s guilt suppressed any desire to change his behaviour. He felt a sense of relief now that the secret was out. He must be cured and would comply with Neville’s instructions. He was pleased that this man would soon be his son-in-law. 

Opening a letter from his agents in London, he read the engineer’s details they had found and recommended for the position. Mr Terrance Spencer was a middle-aged engineer experienced in developing steam power for various applications. Spencer wanted a quieter life in the country, seeking an escape from the crowded city and a better place for his wife and children. The man sounded ideal, and from the description of his character and personality, he would fit in well at Guildford. Jonathan set about writing and confirming his appointment with the agents. 

Thomas Turner entered, “Would you share a cup of morning tea with me, Father? We must discuss a few matters, so shall I see Aggie and have it brought in here?”

“Yes, Thomas, that would be good!”

Jonathan continued with his mail, noting a letter from the Admiralty. He opened the letter and read:

The Admiralty

Office of the Comptroller

September 1826

Dear Mr Turner

Thank you for supplying samples of your biscuits for testing aboard His Majesty’s ships. This testing has found the biscuits nutritious, tasty and capable of long-term storage. 

I am pleased to advise that the Admiralty now provides a preliminary order for your biscuits per the attached specifications. We intend a broader and longer duration of testing amongst the fleet. 

The order is for 1000 tins of biscuits required for delivery at Portsmouth’s navy stores by 16 February 1827. 

The contract is enclosed, and I will attend your offices in Guildford for contract discussions on Tuesday, 17 October 1826. I would ask for a full tour of your baking facility and a detailed inspection of the biscuit production facility during that day. 

I will be staying at the Fox & Hound in the High Street and ask that you be available at ten in the morning to lead a tour of your facilities for myself and my party. 

I look forward to meeting with you.

Yours faithfully 

Mr Malcolm Smith 

Comptroller 

Thomas came back into the room and sat near his father’s desk. 

“Have a look at this letter, Thomas!”

Thomas took the letter and smiled as he read it through. 

“This is what we have been hoping for, Father. Congratulations on this new order.”

“Thank you, Thomas; we have been fortunate in our connections.”

Jonathan and Thomas spent time discussing the changes required for the biscuit production. Their chief concerns were the falling grain stocks and the increased grain requirements to meet the contract conditions.  

“Before we commence operations at the mill, we need to forecast our production targets for next year. Perhaps Hamish McPherson can provide what his pubs will require. I will write and ask him for the figures.”

“Father, I think he will be here earlier. James told me he was visiting Reading this week and would come here on his return home either Thursday or Friday. So, we may discuss this tomorrow or the next day.”

“Why was he in Reading?”

“I’m not sure, but I would assume it would be for a new Pub!”

“Makes sense. We will have two opportunities, either this Friday or at the wedding. Now, which landholders should we target for grain purchases?”

Fintelton Manor, outside Petersfield …

Dr Sopwith stayed an additional day assessing if Lord Fintelton’s health improved from his prescribed treatment. It also allowed the doctor to bleed him daily, reducing his blood pressure. He was worried about further clotting and the chances of complications. 

The Earl was responding well and regaining some colour. The paralysis was less apparent, giving the doctor hope the attack was less sinister than it first appeared. The other reason for his stay was Sir Hugh’s disease was manifesting, displaying severe flu-type symptoms. He remained in bed all Tuesday and complained of a complete lack of energy. He slept most of the day and then on and off during the night. 

Lady Jane was beside herself, and Emma spent much time looking after her mother. On Tuesday evening, only Emma and Doctor Sopwith appeared for dinner. David Sopwith was glad of the opportunity.

“Thank you, Pike. Please pass Mrs Wapples my compliments. The meal was delicious!”

“Thank you, Lady Emma. I shall pass this on. Would you or Doctor Sopwith care for coffee and port?”

“A tea, please, Pike.”

“And you, Doctor Sopwith?” 

“A coffee and port would be very nice, thank you.”

The butler nodded and set off on his mission. 

“Lady Emma, I must say how sorry I am that your father and brother are in such poor spirits.”

Emma looked hard at Doctor Sopwith and then smiled. This young gentleman’s polite conversation attracted her. She was now sure many failed to appreciate his generous manner; despite their friendly meeting the previous Saturday night, David Sopwith claimed no advantage or privileges. 

“Come now, David; we are safe. You may call me Emma now that Pike is out of the room. I should thank you for the splendid care of my father and brother. Father appears much improved, but what is wrong with Hugh?”

“He is suffering from a disease I am afraid may never be cured. I dare not explain further. Patient confidentiality demands I say no more.”

Emma was quite dumbfounded by this comment. She was not aware that Hugh carried a disease. This news immediately caused her more concern. Her father’s illness was worrying enough over the past days, but now he showed signs of recovery; she felt more relaxed. This news about Hugh rekindled her fears. 

David saw the expression change on her face and regretted telling her about Hugh’s condition. 

“David, can you not tell me more? I am his sister. He is unmarried, so I am his closest relative besides our parents. But they are in no position to assist him at their age.”

David looked down at the table and considered her question. He realised her claim for the information was legitimate. Indeed, if Sir Hugh’s condition deteriorated, he may soon require nursing. But how might he gently explain this without frightening Emma? 

“Emma, there is truth in what you say ...”

“Your coffee, Sir!” The butler appeared and put a cup of coffee and a glass of port in front of him. David raised his eyes, startled that the butler noticed the anxiety on his face. 

Pike was a good judge of character. Having served the family for many years, he perceived the intimacy of the Doctor’s comment.

“Doctor Sopwith, you may rely on my discretion. May I suggest you reposition yourself beside Lady Emma, Sir? This way, you will require only a softer voice!”

David agreed with the suggestion. He marvelled at a butler with such understanding and quickly moved to a new position beside Emma. 

“Thank you, Pike. You are very kind and wise.”

A thin glimmer of a smile came upon the butler’s face as he served Lady Emma’s tea. He then withdrew. 

David Sopwith recommenced the discussion, “Emma, as I was saying, there is truth in what you say. Explaining this is both difficult and requires delicacy. But let me try.”

“Take your time, David. My brother’s condition is a great concern for me, and I can assure you of my confidentiality.”

David breathed in and swallowed as if he would not find this easy.  

“Are you familiar with your brother’s pursuits?”

“Yes, he enjoys farming and riding. He is out in the fields all day. He also likes travelling.”

“I mean his more intimate pursuits?”

“I know he likes drinking and sometimes flirts with ladies.”

“I’m afraid, Emma, it is more than that. I am sorry, but there is no easy way to explain this. He often keeps the company of ladies of ill repute!”

Emma sat back and looked in disgust at David.

“How can you suggest such a thing?”

“He told me so! Unfortunately, this has been occurring for the last fifteen years. I have only been treating him for two years, but he has closely related the length of time he has followed such pursuits. Hugh has suffered from the disease for nearly twelve years. There have been several outbreaks, each worse, and some of the doctors consulted have provided ineffective advice. He is now treated with a mercury ointment to slow the disease but not cure it. There is no known cure.”

Emma, horrified, would not hear any more of this. She needed air. 

“Shall we take our refreshments out onto the balcony? It is such a beautiful evening!”

She stood, rushed over and flung the balcony doors open. At the balcony rail, she stood there, gazing out toward the horizon in the evening twilight.

David sat there, unsure what she expected of him. He was terrified of damaging the relationship now established with Emma. Her realisation of Hugh’s condition would not be easy. He sat there for a few minutes as she stood vacantly staring toward the valley.

She put both her hands on the balcony rail, then put her head back and took a good deep breath. Turning, she called through the balcony doors, “David, please come out here. I would like you with me so we may continue our discussion!”

He rose and walked through the open patio doors and suddenly saw the breathtaking panorama in front of him. Something, due to his workload, that was not apparent before. He placed his hands on the rail and enjoyed God’s creation. 

She turned towards him and said, “I wasn’t telling the truth. I thought I should not sacrifice the South family’s good name, but I was wrong. Yes, I know about his indiscretions. I was too proud and withheld it. You are the one who is being truthful, David, and you have acted far better than I. My apologies, but I found it hard to acknowledge the truth. You will now tell me he has contracted this pox from a loose woman. Is that right?”

David would rather avoid speaking further on this subject, but he knew Emma would not be satisfied until all details were revealed, “Yes, that is most of it.”

She shuddered, “And how bad is it?”

He spoke very softly, “Difficult to say. It is a strange thing that comes and goes. But he is in what they call the secondary stage. In time, he will become disfigured and then die. His life expectancy maybe years. I have no way of telling, but the symptoms have deteriorated much faster than I thought in the past few weeks. He may be quite alright next week. As I say, it is a strange disease that ebbs and flows. There is no known cure, and it will eventually have its way with him.”

“No! Please, God, help him!” she whimpered. 

Emma stood silently beside David as they gazed at the view but did not take it in. Then she quietly started sobbing.

“First, it was Father, and now it is Hugh. Mother is old, and she will go soon. Robert is always away. I will be on my own soon. I am so alone, David!”

She started shaking and then sobbing uncontrollably. Her tears fell on the balcony rail and onto his hand. He turned and took her in his arms, and she put her arms around him, hugging him hard as if she was clinging to life.  

He whispered, “Emma, you will never be alone. I will always be here for you.”

She heard what he said and hugged him harder still. She wanted his arms around her forever.

From the Earl’s bedroom with the full-length windowed doors, Lady Jane had a clear view of the large balcony below. She smiled and shed a tear herself as she saw them embracing.  

Dr Bassington’s Surgery, Guildford …

The rider arrived at the surgery mid-morning on Wednesday as Neville enjoyed his morning tea. He paid the rider his dues and took the note inside. It read:

My Dear Doctor Bassington

My apologies, but I am delayed here at Fintelton. Another family member has fallen ill. There is more work than first estimated. 

I will return by Thursday evening and speak with you then. 

Thank you for caring for my patients. I am indebted to you. 

Your friend 

David Sopwith

Neville smiled as he read the note. He thought, ‘I am in his debt! He does not understand how much I have enjoyed my time with his patients. It is I who is in his debt. I must tell him this when he returns.’

Bethany and Mrs Turner sat in Hurts’ rooms watching William’s final fitting for his page boys’ uniform. The young man was all smiles as he carefully slipped on the pants over his bandaged legs. Then his white shirt and black tie, followed by the light blue vest, went on. 

This was an exciting time for William; it was his first experience wearing formal clothes. As he gazed in the mirror, his mother and sister checked the fittings were correct. They rearranged his clothes, checking from different angles, ensuring a perfect fit. Once complete, he received a pat on the back, making him proud of himself.  

Across the hallway, Anne and Clementine tried on their bridesmaid’s dresses for the final time. There would be no further time for fittings, so no amount of adjustments would make them upset as they admired the beautiful dresses. 

After finishing William’s fitting, Bethany returned to the seamstress’s salon and admired the two bridesmaids checking every detail.

“My, my! How will I ever look as beautiful as you two on the day? You both look radiant. Clementine, you are so beautiful in that dress. You look all grown up.”

Clementine blushed and said, “Thank you, Beth, but I will never match your beauty!” 

“In my eyes, you always will, and you too, Anne!”

Anne turned and giggled, “If we could all find partners, perhaps we could all marry on the same day!”

“It would save your father a lot of money!” Mrs Eleanora Turner laughed as she brought the handsome page boy across the hall and into the fitting room.

They all said, “Wow, William, look at you!”

William dived behind his mother’s dress and peered out with a big smile.

Mrs Smith pinned a couple of places on the dresses and said, “All done, ladies. It appears we will be ready on time. You may pick up the clothes on Monday morning, and I will stand at the back of the Church and admire the wedding parade. It should be magnificent. When will the young gentlemen be arriving for their suits?”

“We hope early next week, perhaps Tuesday. But Sir Robert may be a bit late – it depends on when he leaves his ship!”

HMS Restless, Portsmouth …

“Horace, we are short of space despite Restless being larger than your normal schooner. So, you will sleep in my cabin, and Lieutenant White will take the small port side cabin outside this one. When he arrives, Lieutenant Ham will have the starboard cabin across from White.

I will have the carpenter make up a bed for you this afternoon. I say, Swanton! Would you please have Dodds come up here and measure Captain Coombes for a bed? I don’t want his feet sticking over the end of the bunk! Ha, Ha!”

“Aye, Captain.”   

With that, Robert left for the headquarters of the Commander in Chief ashore. He was keen for a full briefing from Commodore Jacobs on Ham as the rapid selection by the Admiral had unsettled him. Given the previous antics of his first lieutenant, Robert was being cautious. 

At Jacob’s office, the clerk advised Robert that the Commodore was out and would return in half an hour. Robert passed his wrapped uniform to the young Petty Officer with the delivery address details and a few shillings.

“Jessop, please have this sent today.” 

The Commodore’s servant placed the package on his desk, provided Robert with coffee, and offered him a chair on the outside balcony with a spectacular harbour vista. Robert enjoyed a clear view of the first-rate this side of Restless but could only make out the stern of his ship. He noted a cutter heading for the first-rate, and then it turned behind the stern and headed for Restless. It must be taking Lieutenant Ham out to the ship.

‘Damn! Can’t be helped; probably better he received this information about Ham from Jacobs first.’ While waiting a few minutes, Robert began planning how to exercise the men until Monday afternoon or Tuesday morning. To ensure he was in Guildford for the week, he should leave by midday Tuesday. Surely Ham could handle that! Swanton and Bright would guard Ham’s back while he was away. That would work!

“Commander South, Commodore Jacobs will see you now.”

“Thank you, Jessop.”

Robert picked up his half-full cup of coffee and brought it in from the balcony. The servant took it from him, but before he withdrew, a loud shout came from the office, “Keep your cup, Commander, and Jessop, please bring me a pot of coffee and a cup.”

Robert took his cup back and walked into the Commodore’s office. Putting it down on the desk, he shook hands with Jacobs.

“Welcome back, Commander. Sorry, I was out. It is non-stop with this Red Squadron in port for replenishment. The Admiral will not return until after the wedding in Guildford, so I am flat out.”

“Thank you for seeing me, Commodore. I will be quick, Sir. I was curious about Lieutenant Ham, as I understand the Admiral has appointed him as my first Lieutenant. I wondered if you would give me a rundown on his background?”

“Ah, I see. I knew you wished for input into the selection, but Admiral Sutherland required someone on your ship quickly. You will be out of port as soon as the wedding celebrations end!”

“Why do you say that, Sir!”

“Captain Foster failed to rendezvous with the packet. There is no sign at all of him at his designated port. The packet captain carried out a two-day search and found nothing. We may know more when you return next Monday.”

“The Admiral will still be attending the wedding, Sir?”

“Yes, definitely, but not Foster and his wife. I sent another packet out last Monday and expected their return this Friday. We will know more then. Now, about Lieutenant Ham.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Ham has served well for twenty-five years in the Navy and has made his way up from seaman. No mean feat! He is highly qualified and, by all rights, should be a captain by now. But as you know, ship numbers are decreasing with the budget cutbacks. His record is spotless, and you can trust him. The Admiral wanted someone with no Irish connections. Ham grew up in the Midlands and spent most of his service in the Americas and French patrols. He will be a great asset. Ham is competent and intelligent. The main problem will be that he is a bit older than you at forty, so consider this in your relationship with him. From what we know, there is no chip on his shoulder. He has earned his promotion.”

That was enough for Robert. He now understood why he was not consulted and respected the decision. He was thankful for this carefully selected crew addition. 

“Thank you, Sir. My men need further training and canon practice. If it is acceptable, Sir, I would like to embark this afternoon and return early Tuesday morning.”

“Good idea, Captain! Keep them busy! Ham will keep a good watch while you are away. There will be a briefing with the Admiral on Tuesday afternoon. Shall we say three o’clock? If you leave Guildford on that day, you will need an early start. Give Neville my best wishes.”

“Thank you, Sir. With this crew, I will train them till they drop!”

“I agree.”

With that, Robert took his leave, and within five minutes, he was aboard his cutter heading for Restless. The southerly was gaining in strength, and if this continued, it should provide some good training for his crew. He expected the Irish Sea would present far more challenging conditions than this.

As he climbed aboard Restless, he was met by a piping party with the Officers ready for him. Lieutenant Ham greeted him with a salute.

Robert returned his salute and asked, “Lieutenant Ham, I presume?” 

“Yes, Sir! It is a pleasure and honour to gain a posting onboard your ship.”

“Thank you, Mr Ham. Please have the Master and Master-at-Arms and your good self join me in my cabin. You may dismiss the pipe party and have Lieutenant Brinkley replace you as Officer of the Watch.”

“Aye, Sir.”

With that, Robert went below and found Horace still reading his report. The carpenter and his mate were well underway, making up Horace’s bed. Captain Coombes looked up. 

“Ah, Robert! A few questions about your report.”

“Later, Horace. I have a meeting coming which involves you. Get ready!”

“Here?”

Robert nodded, and there was a knock at the door. Horace sat up straight.  

“Enter.” 

Lieutenant Ham, Warrant Officer Trotters and Senior Petty Officer Fulcher entered the cabin. Robert dismissed the carpenters for the duration of the meeting. 

“Thank you for coming, Gentlemen. Firstly, let me welcome Lieutenant Ham on board. He comes with a glowing report of excellent navy service. I am very pleased he is with us.”

“Thank you, Sir!” Ham said with a smile. 

“Now, as you know, there were some difficulties with traitors when we last sailed. We still don’t know if any remain. If they do, I want them flushed out so we maintain our vigilance, please. I prefer the Marines on board, but the need for training is more urgent. I do not expect any trouble, but we must be ready for anything. Regarding protection, Captain Coombes and Mr Fulcher will monitor things. 

Now, Fulcher, you will immediately report to me if you see any funny business. No hesitation, you hear?”

“Yes, Sir. “

“This is our last chance, Gentlemen! Let’s sort out this crew before we commence our next mission. Understood?”

There was a resounding, “Aye, Aye, Sir!”

“Now we are off for some training. Mr Ham, take us to sea and drive the men as hard as possible. It would be good if we were clear of Spithead and into the channel by six this evening.” 

“Aye, Sir.”

With that, Ham, Trotters and Fulcher almost ran out of the room. Robert could hear the commands yelled everywhere and the rapid manning of stations. Within five minutes, the capstan party raised the anchor, and sails were unfurling. Robert felt life flowing into his ship again, and he revelled in the feeling. 

He saw Horace putting on a coat, “What were the questions?”

“I think they can wait. Time, I saw this whole crew in action. See if I can spot some Irish boys!”    

At Guildford …

David Sopwith saw the familiar outskirts of Guildford come into view, confirming he was nearly home. The Earl and Sir Hugh showed signs of improvement, and the increasing confidence between Emma and himself was heartening. After Lady Jane retired on Wednesday evening, he and Emma talked long into the night. David found her company charming. The attraction between them was increasing, and he would have stayed for another day had she asked. 

He thought back on what passed between them this morning as he left. He farewelled Lord Fintelton and the Countess in the Earl’s bedroom, where Sir David continued making a steady but slow recovery. Emma joined him at the coach. They were careful that no signs of intimacy were apparent. He preferred that the understanding of their relationship remained their secret at this stage. 

On the steps, just far enough out of earshot of the servants, Emma said her farewell.

“Dr Sopwith, I cannot thank you enough for your help during this crisis. I am so glad my father is recovering. When shall we see you again?”

“I will call next Tuesday and stay the night if that is not inconvenient. I must leave on Wednesday morning as Neville and Bethany will be married on the Saturday following. I understand you will be there.”

“I will.”

“I would advise against your father attending in his current condition. Perhaps your mother could attend, but she may prefer to remain home with the Earl. Sir Hugh’s condition may prevent his attending; however, he may improve quickly. It is a strange condition. Will you remain in Guildford for a few days?”

She smiled, moved closer and spoke softly, “David, Anne is organising a dinner party at her house. I would stay for that if you were to attend!”

“It would be my pleasure if it is held in the dining room, not the kitchen!” They both laughed.

“Perhaps my brother, Robert, will be there as well. You would enjoy meeting him.”

“I will meet him at the wedding!”

“Yes, that is true. Anne and I shall arrange the details and advise you. I will be staying with her. Thank you again, David!”

Emma stepped away from the carriage and said, “Goodbye, Doctor Sopwith.”

“Goodbye, Lady Emma.”

She gave him hope that she would accept his question when the time was right. He, a simple doctor in a country town, had been her admirer for some time but always thought she would never accept his company. How wrong he was. She asked no questions about his family or connections; even more pleasing, her intimacy was for love and not position. She was a rare jewel, this Emma. He was amazed at the stark difference between Emma and her brother Hugh. 

At four in the afternoon, David was passing Neville Bassington’s surgery. He decided on a visit, hoping to catch Neville. The coachmen would deliver his bags home. 

This was his first visit to the surgery, and he found the waiting room light and airy, which impressed him. His surgery was at home, and the thought of opening a standalone surgery was a long-term aim until now. But here it was.

“Would Doctor Bassington be in, please?”

The nurse sitting at the desk was a local Guildford girl and recognised him, “Certainly Doctor Sopwith. Just a moment, and I will let him know you are here.”

She left the desk, went down the hallway, knocked on the first door, and entered. She kept her word and returned, asking Doctor Sopwith to follow her. 

She showed David into a surgery room where Neville bent over William Turner’s legs, dressing some cuts. Bethany Turner was standing on the other side of the bench on which William lay. 

“David, welcome back.”

“Thank you, Neville.’

Beth kissed him on the cheek, “Welcome back, David. May I have Neville back now? There are still some preparations needed for the wedding!”

David Sopwith stood back and remembered the wedding was on Saturday week. He shuddered – his Fintelton visit would have kept Neville from the wedding preparations. 

“Bethany, I am sorry. I forgot. My apologies, please. I shall leave him alone now. I have been very selfish!”

Beth hugged a tense David, “No, David, he loved it. It has kept him busy while we completed the final dress fittings.”

William’s eyes lit up, and he excitedly said, “Doctor Sopwith, I have a page boy’s uniform and will wear it at the wedding!”

David moved closer, noticing what Neville was doing, “Good for you, William. I shall sit in the aisle and give you a wink when you pass.”

William thought this was very good and smiled like a boy given a slice of cake with a strawberry on top. 

Neville finished the right leg and then took the old bandages off the left leg.

David could not believe what he saw. There were seven or eight deep, long cuts on the boy’s leg. He had suffered a savage beating. He opened his mouth, but Neville spoke first, “It is under control, David. I will explain in a minute.” 

There was a story, and David was curious about how William had suffered this beating. As Neville talked quietly with William, Bethany drew him aside and gave a quick explanation. David’s concern grew as he heard the details. 

“I was not there, David, so I will let Neville give you more details. However, we think we now have a bad situation in hand. Thank goodness.”

Nodding in agreement, David re-joined Neville and asked, “Did you use salt water for bathing the wounds.”

“Yes. I started on Monday night. It’s amazing how fast it works and stops any sign of infection, thank goodness. William, you will recover quite well, and I think there will not be too many scars there in a few months. Let us wait and see.”

Neville finished the bandaging and then sent Bethany and William on their way. 

“Neville, how did it go?”

“Better than I expected. I must admit I enjoyed the work. The navy work is different. I think you develop a better relationship with the country people.”

“Yes, it is gratifying when you can make a difference but depressing when you find nothing you can do for them. I have enjoyed my two years here but missed collaborating with other surgeons in London. It is something we must discuss soon.”

“I had intended the same thing!”

“Let me go first as I raised it.” 

“Go on then, David.”

“Neville, in Guildford, the requests for my services come either at once or very sparsely. When patients call for me, the demand for my services erupts. I may not sleep for nearly three days. But then there may be only one or two patients for a week. I find it very hard coping as a doctor on my own.”

“I see!”

“I wondered if you would consider joining your practice with mine, and we would support each other. We are both young and keen on learning. The arrangement would also work well when you visit London. In time, we might add a third surgeon to the practice.”

Neville smiled broadly, “This is extraordinary, as I have been planning the same thing. Would you be willing to establish the practice in this surgery? There are five spare rooms. I purchased hastily and took what I could get. But in time, I think we could use all the rooms.”

Neville’s reply overjoyed David. They shook hands on the agreement.

“Now, David, while I am away on my honeymoon, if you would care for my patients, that would make a great start. There are three of them, plus the Turner family.”

“Such a large practice, Neville. I am not sure that I will cope!”

“David, it will build up! I have sufficient funds behind me for a few years, so with the growth in Guildford, it won’t take long.”

“I agree. My patient numbers climbed from zero to over a hundred within three months, so I’m sure your practice will, too. Now Neville! I must update you on what has transpired at Fintelton Manor. The Earl is recovering, but I am afraid he will suffer another stroke soon. But what I am more concerned about is Sir Hugh. Being in the Navy, you must have seen some of the pox. Do you know of a treatment besides mercury?”

At the Turner Household …

A knock came on the front door as the family prepared for dinner. Aggie paid the rider and went in search of Mr Turner. Jonathan and Neville were finishing a session in the study when Aggie knocked and delivered the message. This week’s sessions proved productive; however, Neville was worried about his looming departure on the honeymoon. Jonathan required regular attention, so he must find a replacement. 

Given his new agreement with David, Neville thought he might have an answer for his absence if Jonathan would accept David Sopwith. The meetings would be twice a week and concentrate more on Jonathan’s physical health. Neville would continue the psychological sessions again once he returned.

Jonathan placed the message on the table before him and inspected his dinner serving. Eleanora, sensing that the note might be important, questioned him. 

“Jonathan, don’t keep us all in suspense. Who is the message from?”

“Sorry, I should have shared it straight away. Hamish McPherson writes that he will be in Guildford tomorrow and asks if he could join us at dinner.”

Eleanora’s eyes lit up, and there was a sense of excitement among the women at the table.

“Wonderful, Jonathan! He will be aware of the progress of Marion and Thomas’s wedding. I hope Marjorie briefed him well!”

Thomas’s interest also rose, hearing himself mentioned, “I would like an update. Father, may I join your meeting with Mr McPherson as there are several issues we require his advice on?”

“Which issues, Thomas?”

“When James was here, he suggested how we might negotiate corn contracts with the landholders. I thought it would be helpful to hear Mr McPherson’s suggestions.”

“Certainly, this would fit in with the other discussion points.” 

Neville said, “I was waiting till after dinner, but given it is news time, I should announce that I have agreed with Dr Sopwith today to run a joint practice from my surgery building almost immediately.”

“Neville, that is wonderful. David will cover your patients while you are away!” Beth kissed Neville, confident the arrangements were coming together for their wedding. 

Jonathan sat back and contemplated this. His acquaintance with Dr Sopwith was scant. He did not care for him replacing Neville; however, Eleanora and Anne only praised the young man. 

“Will that mean he will replace you for my sessions?”

“Yes, Jonathan, it is important that you keep having these sessions for some time. But Doctor Sopwith will concentrate on your physical health only.”

Jonathan frowned. He led the family in grace and then eagerly commenced his meal.    

At the mention of James McPherson and his advice on grain negotiations, Neville remembered the strange conversation of the Monday morning.

“Thomas, I’m glad you mentioned James, as I meant to tell you of a conversation with him before he left town Monday morning.”   

Neville related the story in full as the others listened intently. 

Thomas questioned, “You say Mr Jacks was unaware of any repairs. Perhaps James brought in someone else?”

“I thought of that, but Mr Jacks said the coach arrived in excellent condition!”

“I wonder who the man was?” Thomas found the comments contradictory as well.

Jonathan Turner took in the details but said nothing. Perhaps it was Hamish’s informer. There were other possibilities, so probably, in time, this would be solved. However, he was glad Neville had mentioned it. 

In the morning, Anne finished her work at the bakery and returned home, finding a letter for her from Lady Emma South. On opening the letter, she smiled as she read.

“My Dearest Anne

Since returning from Guildford, I find I miss your company very much. I am alone here, apart from my parents and brother, Sir Hugh. I found our time in Guildford full of fun, and it is hard to remember a better time than the dinner party last Saturday evening. It reminded me so much of my best childhood memories.”

Anne thought, ‘You were charming as well.’

The letter continued:

“You will have heard that my father, Lord Fintelton, suffered a spell the week before last while mother and I were in London. Doctor Sopwith spent much time with him while we were away and remained while he recovered. He is a dedicated doctor, and my brother Hugh cannot speak highly enough of him. 

Father is making a remarkable recovery, thanks to Doctor Sopwith’s care. If this continues, he may attend the wedding, but perhaps not the reception. At present, we are taking one day at a time. 

I cannot recall a happier time when we celebrated in Bethany and Neville’s new house. Sitting on boxes and sipping champagne from mugs was delightful and made me realise what a snob I have become. I owe you so much, Anne, for introducing real happiness into my life again. I am sure you are having a wonderful time with Beth, seeing the new furniture arrive.”

Anne said, “I forgot. I must go down there and see.”

The letter continued: 

“Doctor Sopwith has revisited my father, allowing me to become better acquainted. I discussed the possibility of a dinner party in Guildford, and he readily agreed. He was excited by the idea. I am encouraged by the prospect that he may hold genuine feelings for me. 

We must discuss plans for the dinner when we see each other at the wedding. I should write and confirm the plans for our trip. I will arrive in Guildford next Thursday and hope we can dine together. At this time, I am not sure if Mother and Father will be attending. I hope they both come, as I would like to introduce you to my father.

I am most excited about revisiting Guildford. You have brought such joy into my life. Thank you so much.

Until then, Dearest friend

Love 

Emma.”

Anne wiped away a tear from her eye as she looked up from the letter. She rushed upstairs and into her room, where Bethany sorted the clothes she would pack for her honeymoon. 

“Beth, I thought you were managing the arrival of furniture at your house?”

“I was, but it is all there now and wonderful. I needed some lunch and then a few minutes of sorting clothes out. I have been so busy I haven’t started packing. Would you join me at the house this afternoon and help me position the furniture?”

“Yes, that would be so much fun. Beth, you must read this letter.”

Anne’s excitement was contagious, and Bethany was curious.

“Beth – this is a private letter – but I must show you. You must keep it confidential, especially from Neville, please?”

“Certainly, Anne, but what can it be? You seem a bit overcome.”

“You will see when you read it.”

“Lovely, it is from Emma!” She read on. 

“Her father is unwell, and she speaks highly of Doctor Sopwith!”

“Yes, yes, but see what comes next.”

Bethany concentrated on the remainder of the letter, and as she read, her smile grew. She looked up at Anne. 

“Anne, it may be that David Sopwith cares for her. He must have secretly admired her for some time. That is wonderful!”

“Beth, may we use your house for the dinner party? I know you will be away, but I guarantee we take good care.” 

“No, Anne. That would be scandalous! I think you need a venue where you have chaperones and it is visible. You must always remember your reputation, young lady. What would Robert think if he heard?”

“I’m hoping he may still be here and attend.” 

“I would suggest you have it at home. Mother and father would gladly accommodate it. Why not?” 

“It would disturb mother, and father is depressing at times!”

“I would suggest they adjourn early, then you will have a lovely time. It will be quite reputable and far more relaxed for all.” 

“You don’t mind if Emma stays in our room and uses your bed?”

“Anne, I leave the Saturday after next and never return. The room is yours then, and you may have your friend there anytime you wish.”

Anne suddenly realised her sister would be moving forever. Of course, there would be room for Emma. She hugged Bethany and said, “I will miss you, Beth. I missed you so much while you were at Woking. Perhaps it has prepared me for this. But I will miss you so much!”

The Fox and Hound Hotel, Guildford …

After settling into the Fox and Hound Hotel, Hamish McPherson enjoyed a late afternoon stroll up the High Street with the Turner residence ahead. It was now early October, and the evenings were becoming decidedly cooler. He enjoyed the low temperature as it reminded him of Scotland, the land of his birth. 

He missed the beautiful lakes and mountains, the vast landscapes, his sons and families, and the many friends they had left behind. Being in Guildford was a nice change from Greenwich, allowing him some time in a peaceful environment where he could relax. He relished the tranquillity.

As he approached Jonathan’s house, he picked out Simeon and William playing on the front portico with the puppy. He smiled and thought, ‘It has done the trick. The boys are smiling and laughing.’

The young boys peered at the approaching man as he walked up the stairs. William recognised him immediately and, running over, welcomed him. 

“Hello, Mr McPherson. Thank you so much for sending us Nosey. He is hopeless at catching a ball, but he is learning.”

“Hello, William, Hello, Simeon. Hello, Nosey! How are you all?” He patted the shaking dog, who was wagging his tail madly.

Hamish sat down on the long bench against the front wall, “Show me how you are training him.”

Simeon grabbed the ball, “Mr McPherson, we first let him smell the ball, then say fetch. Then I throw it a few feet, hoping he will grab it. But he just looks at it!” 

“You are not giving him an incentive! William, please ask the housekeeper for a few small bits of cut-up bacon. Tiny bits about fingernail size.”

William looked at Mr McPherson and smiled as if he had solved the riddle. He darted through the front door towards the kitchen. As he went past, Hamish noticed the significant bandaging on his legs. 

Hamish asked Simeon, “Appears as if William has been in the wars?”

Simeon considered his question. This man was now a close friend of his father, so it should be allowable if he confided in him.

“It is very private, but William was naughty, and father caught him eating biscuits in the butler’s pantry. He knows the rules and should have waited for afternoon tea. So, William got a strapping.”

Hamish rubbed his chin, “It appears more than a strapping!”

Simeon rubbed the dog’s ears and mumbled, “Father got carried away as usual. But Neville stopped him and teaches him how to control his rage.”

“My, my!” Hamish was a man of great perception and refrained from making it a big issue. 

William returned with a half dozen small bits of bacon. Hamish got off the chair and sat on the floor with the boys, “Let me see. Put a bit on your index finger and let the dog smell it, but not eat it. He will grab at it but whip it away before his tongue licks it up.”

William nodded, saying he understood, and carefully put a piece of bacon on his finger and called Nosey. The dog came over at once, licking his lips as he could smell the bacon. He sniffed it on William’s finger, and then Hamish quickly pulled the finger away from Nosey’s tongue. 

“Good, now just put the bacon bit on the ball and throw it, but not too far, just a few steps away. Then call, ‘Fetch’.”

Nosey watched with interest as William transferred the bacon. The dog tilted his head and gave a little bark. 

“Fetch, boy!” William threw the ball gently towards the other end of the balcony. Nosey jumped after it and grabbed the ball before it went halfway. He found the bacon and gobbled it up. 

They all cheered. Nosey, for the first time, chased the ball. Hamish grinned and was glad it worked.

“Now do that a few more times with the rest of the bacon, and he will remember the first step. The next step is training him to bring it back. That’s a bit harder. See if you can figure that out. If you can’t, I shall explain it after dinner.”

Eleanora Turner came out the front and found Hamish McPherson on the floor with the boys and the puppy. She thought that if only Jonathan would do things like this, he might become happier. 

“Hello, Hamish. We were expecting you! It is so good you are here!”

After dinner, Thomas, Jonathan and Hamish finished their conversation about the corn negotiations. Hamish explained how he and James negotiated in Scotland. 

Listening carefully to his explanation, Thomas asked, “So it is a game of bluff?”

“Thomas, bluffs are acceptable, but you also must be fair. It is bad business if the supplier and his family starve because you pay too little. Suppliers who are given a good price will support you in the future. Mark my words.”

Thomas sat back and nodded his agreement. 

“Thomas, if you would excuse us, please. I must talk with your father privately.”

Thomas jumped up and said, “Of course, Mr McPherson. If I don’t see you in the morning, I will look forward to seeing you in Greenwich.”

“Good night, Thomas.”

Thomas quietly walked out of the room and closed the door. 

“Jonathan, I am glad we have met tonight. I have some good news for you. The Pub in Epsom continues to increase in profitability. The results are far better than expected. By next May, we will be completely debt-free. It is a better investment than I ever imagined. When all these men gamble, they purchase a lot of drink.”

Hamish passed Jonathan the new figures. 

Jonathan smiled, “This is good news, indeed.”

“Oliver is doing a good job up there. If this continues, and I expect it will, we should pay him a bonus at Christmas.”

“Agreed!”

“Eleanora is looking well. Her health seems to have improved since we last saw her!”

“Yes. Neville Bassington is a good Doctor. He sees her weekly and has been recommending a diet that has helped. I have firm hopes for her long-term health.”

“Where did Neville get his experience from?”

Jonathan explained Neville’s background and training and that he now had the family all eating fruit daily.

“Interesting! I understand he has rooms in London.”

“Yes, he will start practising two days a fortnight after returning from the honeymoon. He is interested in the healing of bones.”

“Your family will gain a valuable addition. Now tell me about William!”

Jonathan suddenly felt nervous; the same fear had arisen when Hamish warned him about Eleanora in Greenwich.

“What about William, Hamish?”

“I understood he was having nightmares about the burglary!”

Jonathan relaxed.

“He was concerned for some time but seems over that now. It must have been the puppy that did the trick. Constable Rawlins and I have been more concerned than the family members. I am sure you know that one of the burglars was found dead in a lock, down on the river. It was the older gentleman.”

“Jonathan, as I told you, I have some informers here. They have told me you will not be bothered by these men again.”

Remembering Neville’s comments at dinner last night, Jonathan became uncomfortable. He was unsure what Hamish was alluding to, so he felt he must ask.

“How would they know that, Hamish?”

“As I told you in Greenwich, Jonathan, this business is tricky. My friends were far more active than your parish constable. Those burglars will never worry you again!”

“The other burglar, did he escape?”

“I’m not sure, Jonathan. All I know is that my contacts have assured me you will never be bothered again by them.”

“I think I have heard enough on that subject!”

“That is probably for the best! Now, Jonathan, I have returned from Reading, where I have found a new pub site. I am looking for investors. This proposition will differ from Epsom, where you and I are the owners. This investment will require between four and six investors. Are you interested? The return will be substantial but not as fast as Epsom. Already, numerous coach routes use Reading as a staging post. The attraction is that Reading will be a railway hub. The time for establishing an investment there is now while the building prices are low. The town has a secure future as a transport centre. Perhaps in time, we may have three or four Pubs there.”

“I am interested, Hamish. When will this happen?”

“Probably towards September next year. I have identified the site, and the attorneys are negotiating. It is close enough for delivery of your bread, biscuits and pastries. I will supply the beer, and once the Guildford Brewery is open, the beer will come from here. When the railway connects Guildford with Reading, the travel time will be a fraction of the coach trip.”

“Sounds better all the time, Hamish. Thank you for considering me.”

“Now Jonathan, this Neville that your daughter Bethany is marrying. He sounds like a fine young Doctor. I understand you are receiving treatment from him. Make sure you do what he asks Jonathan! Your health and your family’s health are of utmost importance. You are a good business partner. We will achieve much together. Let Neville assist you! He will be a great help.”

Jonathan Turner sat back and agreed with Hamish. He wondered how Hamish could be so familiar with his family life. Then again, he seemed genuine in his care. What harm could there be in that?