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The carriage pulled up at around six-thirty on Friday evening. Recognising Robert’s carriage, Anne assumed he must have insisted Neville use it again. That was Robert. He would do anything for a close friend – and close friends Robert and Neville were. She wished Robert was here too.

Johnathan and the family excitedly descended the steps and welcomed their visitors. There was joy on Marion’s face as she hugged Thomas and then the others.

Gentle and friendly, Neville promised they would be back early tomorrow afternoon with Bethany and her belongings, “We have Robert’s carriage and some footmen, so Bethany should be most pleased with the assistance.”

Anne saw William peering into the carriage with a confused expression. She thought it strange that William was not already in the coach investigating. Perhaps he was worried about a reaction from his father.

“What do you mean ‘We’, Neville?” Anne asked.

“I have a surprise guest with me, but he fell asleep just short of Guildford.”

Anne rushed around and climbed into the carriage. Robert was on the rear seat, with a peaceful expression and fast asleep. Anne sat across from him and gazed upon the man she loved without him knowing. Quietly, she backed out of the coach and smiled at Neville.

“I thought you would be happily surprised by this. It was a big week for Robert as he takes command of HMS Restless next Wednesday. We both worked Tuesday and Wednesday nights, setting off early Thursday afternoon. We picked up Marion in Greenwich and spent the night with Robert’s uncle and aunt, Sir John and Lady Angela Philps, in Wimbledon. Robert and I will assist Beth with her packing and return early tomorrow afternoon. On Monday morning, we head off for Portsmouth. There is paperwork for both of us at the fleet headquarters. If it is not  too much trouble, Mr Turner, Robert and I will join you for dinner tomorrow and Sunday night. I apologise for the lack of notice, but I assumed you would be pleased. If time permits, I would value your advice on property here in Guildford.”

Jonathan Turner was not reluctant. “Neville, I would be most disappointed if you and Robert did not attend our house in the evenings. I apologise that I cannot offer you accommodation. We shall take pleasure in your visit. Come back as soon as you can!”

“Thank you, Sir! The accommodation is not a problem. We will be in my favourite room, down the High Street, at the Fox and Hound. I promise there will be no sleeping in the bath this time. Alas, given the time, we must depart for Woking now. Bethany awaits our arrival! We will return tomorrow afternoon early with your wonderful daughter.”

Jonathan said, “Please convey my best regards to Reverend Upton, Sir.” They waved goodbye as the coach pulled away up the High Street.

Marion finally released Thomas and hugged Anne tightly, “Anne, Anne, Anne, I have missed you so much. Just think, we have a week of fun awaiting us. I must come and do some more work with you. Mr Turner, you won’t mind if I help Anne, will you? I must not become a useless lady sitting around all the time. Anne has inspired me!”

“I think you will need permission from the Bakery Manager. But he may allow you. Eh, Thomas?” Jonathan turned and smiled at Thomas.

“It might be possible, Sir!” Thomas seemed as excited as Jonathan could remember.

Marion and Anne joined arms and danced up the stairs. They were both in relatively high spirits. Mrs Turner hugged them at the landing, and the conversations continued.

William lingered at the bottom of the stairs, watching after the coach.

“Upstairs now, William, dinner will be soon. I’m sure Snups would enjoy a walk.” William did not look up but slowly walked up the stairs. Jonathan noticed the unusual lack of energy in the boy.

On arriving at her room, Marion was thrilled, “Thomas. The room is lovely; I shall be comfortable here. I was not expecting a room of my own. Why sharing with Anne would have been quite adequate! Thank you, Mr Turner, this is so considerate!” Marion hugged Thomas, and they began talking softly.

Jonathan nodded and quietly withdrew. He enjoyed seeing them so comfortable together – it must be true love. Quite amazing.

Marion looked into Thomas’s eyes and gently said, “Darling, we must marry soon. I am so lonely without you in Greenwich.”

The comment moved Thomas as he, too, missed Marion. “As soon as I am in Greenwich again, we shall fix the date. I suspect Bethany and Neville will announce their wedding date tomorrow. Let us hope so!” As he held her close, her perfume aroused him. He wanted this girl now but knew this was not the time.

“Marion, you should unpack and come down before dinner, and we shall talk. I’m sure it was a long day in the coach?”

Marion relaxed and sat down on the bed, “Yes, I am tired. Perhaps one of the servants might attend me before dinner?”

“I’ll have Aggie come up.” With that, Thomas kissed her again and then excused himself. Marion was pleased with the room and lay down, finding the bed very comfortable. Soon, she was fast asleep. Around six, Aggie met Anne at the top of the stairs.

“No need, Aggie. I will attend Marion. Please continue with Mrs. Jennings.” Finding Marion fast asleep on the big double bed, Anne gently covered her up and left her for a little longer. The house was strangely quiet. Anne softly walked down the hall and peeked into her mother’s room, finding her fast asleep. She noticed that her mother had less energy today. Despite being pregnant, when a woman usually looked a picture of health, she was fading. Anne noticed that her breathing was not peaceful but strained. She must ask Neville about this tomorrow.

Moving out into the hallway, she listened for any noise from the boys’ room above. All was quiet – then she remembered that Simeon, Clementine, Madeline, and William took Marcia as they walked Snups. They were probably playing pirates and other games. She prayed that William did not injure anyone. Taking hold of the railing, she considered the beautiful woodwork. It was reliable, firm and stable. This house was a refuge for her family from the outside world, where they all felt safe. She looked at the paintings of her grandfather and grandmother from both sides of the family and other relatives. The wall was a reminder of her family’s history. As she slowly descended the stairs, breathing in the tranquillity of her surroundings, she felt protected and secure. This home was what she knew and understood. Perhaps one day, her painting would be on the wall with her children around her. 

With so much happening in the last few months, Anne relished the stability she found in this house. Unsure if she was ready to leave her childhood home, in some ways, she was happy that Robert needed more time. It would be a year before the visit to his home – he was a planner! She was eager but knew there was a good reason for his planning. The Fintelton visit may be a turning point in her life – marriage would mean leaving her family. It would be a new life without any support. Would she have the strength for this? But there would also be her darling, Robert! 

She heard the drifting voices of Aggie and Mrs Jennings coming up the stairwell, talking and laughing together as they prepared dinner. She smiled, thinking about how much work went into cooking the family meals. Aggie fitted in well and made no complaints about the poor accommodation. Thankfully, the builders would soon finish the extension for the maids. It would be just in time, given her mother’s decline in health. Anne knew her mother would resist the assistance as it would drive her mad to have a maid caring for her.

Anne walked down the hallway towards the parlour, seeking her father and Thomas. On reaching the parlour, she found no one there but heard them in the study. Thomas and her

father shared a whisky as they sat near Jonathan’s desk. They both looked severe and in deep conversation.

“Find this information out if possible. We have invested heavily in this project, and I am not confident proceeding further if the risk increases. We could be left with nothing if anything underhand goes on!” Jonathan seemed concerned but then looked up and saw Anne. He beckoned, and Anne moved across the room and took a seat.

Thomas took Anne’s hand and gently said, “We will investigate your concerns, Anne. Father and I discuss how we might gain more information about the McPhersons. I believe they are a blessing for us, but Father is concerned. I agree we should be cautious. Marion may assist us in this.”

Anne was amazed – they were taking her concerns seriously! But what if they were correct? What would then become of Marion and Thomas? Would she have spoiled their happiness forever?

“I’m not sure if I imagined it all or if it was real. It was a feeling that came over me when we were staying there. I may have been wrong!”

Jonathan smiled at her. He knew she was struggling with this issue. It may be an incorrect suspicion, but Jonathan trusted Anne’s perception. If she was concerned, then it was worth investigating.

“Do not distress yourself, Anne. As a businessman, I must minimise the risk involved before we decide. I am sure the McPhersons are genuine. I know your concerns, so having Thomas attend Greenwich soon will benefit us. There will be no difficulties in having our attorneys make enquiries before we sign the contract. Let us hope Hamish is the blessing we imagine him to be.”

Anne was relieved that Thomas and her father were thankful for her contribution. Then she remembered Marion.

“I must go up and wake Marion; she has fallen asleep. Mother too. I will attend them. Thomas, perhaps you would ask Mrs Jennings if dinner might be half an hour later.” Thomas agreed, and Anne withdrew from their conversation.

Bethany Returns …

Neville, Robert, and Bethany returned early on Saturday afternoon. Anne was thrilled that her older sister and long-term confidant were home again. The prospect of much reflection together was appealing. Knowing Robert was coming, she spent much time dressing and arranging her hair. William came into her room as she finished her powders. He stood beside her, watching, but she noticed he seemed listless.

He said, “You are beautiful, Anne, much more than anyone else. When I grow up, will I meet someone like you?”

Anne was surprised first by his statement and then by his question. “Why William, I’m sure one day when you grow up, there will be the most beautiful lady for you.”

He quietly said, “I thought Olivia was beautiful, but now she is dead! Where do people go when they are dead?”

“Why I believe that they live with God forever in heaven. Just as Reverend Taggart tells us, they are very safe there. Now William, why these sad thoughts?”

William shrugged and bent over with his hands on Anne’s bedroom table. She kept working on her face. William then lay down on the floor. Anne realised something was wrong with a boy who was always super active. She leaned down and stroked his hair. William just lay there with his eyes open.

“William, what is the matter? Are you not feeling well?”

William closed his eyes and did not answer.

Since Eleanora Turner’s health failed, Anne was almost the default mother. As the eldest girl at home, she naturally took on the role. Anne quickly spotted any developing symptoms in the children with her perceptive skills. Looking down at William, she was becoming concerned.

She knelt beside him and tried sitting him up. He was very listless and unsteady.

He murmured, “I’m hot.”

Anne felt his brow and knew he was suffering from a sweaty fever.

“I think we might lie you down for a while, and I will fetch a wet cloth for your forehead.” Anne took the boy upstairs slowly and laid him on his bed. She opened the window, letting in some cooler air, and quickly retrieved a washer and pail of water from the kitchen. On returning, she found him fast asleep.

When she wiped his brow with the damp washer, it was then that she saw the rash on his neck. She gently lifted his shirt, but the chest was clear. That was a relief. He seemed very warm when she felt his forehead – too warm even with a washer wiping his face.

Alarmed, Anne thought something was very wrong with William. He needed medical help. But the family doctor was dead.

Then Clementine, in her earth-shattering voice, cried out from below, “The carriage is coming up the street!”

Anne looked at William – he was peacefully sleeping. She decided the closest medical help was now on that coach. She must summon Neville. Anne washed her face and hands, then bounded down the stairs and out the front door, ensuring her hair was rearranged and her dress was straightened. She joined the others as the carriage arrived.

Anne moved beside her mother, “Mother, William is not well. We need Neville quickly. He is asleep upstairs and has a rash on his neck.”

Eleanora turned in alarm, “I must attend him at once!”

“No, Mother, he is sleeping, and Neville will deal with it. William may be contagious, and this may be dangerous in your condition. You should welcome our guests! I will take care of William.”

Eleanora was reluctant and annoyed that Anne was so forceful. She swallowed her pride as she saw the wisdom in Anne’s advice.

“Anne, remember that William is my son! Let me know what is wrong with him as soon as Neville has seen him.”

Anne was surprised at the reprimand, “I am sorry, Mother! I meant no harm.”

They both turned as the carriage pulled up.

Bethany was first out into the arms of her mother and father, then Neville, followed by a sheepish Robert. Anne flew down the steps and gave Robert a hug and a kiss. Robert was not upset by this at all. With Anne beside him, they approached her parents, where she made the introductions.

“Father, may I please introduce Sir Robert South?”

Jonathan Turner was curious to meet this young man, “Sir Robert, you honour us with your visit. I have heard only great things mentioned about you.”

“It is a pleasure, Mr and Mrs Turner.” Robert gave a respectful nod of his head toward Eleanora. “It has been too long since I visited Guildford! Mr Turner, please call me Robert. I prefer that, Sir. I am not one for titles.”

Eleanora Turner smiled and gave Robert a welcome kiss. She liked this young man and thought he would be a good match for Anne. He was intelligent, handsome, a quick thinker and very polite. He may even keep Anne on her toes, but she doubted this! Then, after considering him again and with a mother’s intuition, she thought, ‘Yes, he probably could match Anne’s abilities if he was quick.’ It was pleasing that he was here again, even for a short visit.

Jonathan Turner said, “I believe congratulations are in order. You now have a command of a ship?”

“Yes! Yes, the commission came well before I expected it. I will command the schooner, HMS Restless, and sail on Wednesday from Portsmouth. So, we must make the best of our time here, Mr Turner. Dinner tonight with your family will be most welcome, and I shall ensure Neville is awake on time.”

“Come in and have some tea, Robert.”

“Thank you, Mr Turner. Please, let me assist with carrying some of Bethany’s luggage upstairs with Neville, Sir, and then we will join you.”

Jonathan Turner liked this young man – there was none of the aristocratic standoffishness. He was open and fitted in well. More impressive was his determined assistance with Beth’s luggage. No wonder he was given a command so early!

As Robert spoke with her father, Anne moved around, hugged Neville, and whispered in his ear, “Neville, please would you come and look at William before they unpack? He is complaining of a fever, and I have just found a rash on his neck.”

Neville stood back, looked at Anne, and saw the concern on her face. He realised that a fever could be severe and might need immediate attention. He retrieved his medical bag from the coach and followed Anne into the house after explaining quickly.

The remaining gentlemen followed Beth’s instructions, depositing her belongings as directed. Once unpacked, Robert dispatched the coach down High Street to the Fox and Hound stables.

At William’s bedside, Neville knelt and examined the boy. There was a fever, and William was fast asleep, strange for an active boy like him. Neville pried open the mouth, turning William’s head towards the window for an examination of the throat. Whatever the cause, it had inflamed the tonsils and surrounding skin. Neville asked for Anne’s assistance in rolling William onto his side. On William’s back, he found a blotchy red rash.

Neville carefully looked at his armpits and then his fingers and toes. He pulled an instrument from his doctor’s case, surprising Anne. It was a glass cylinder around a foot long with a bulb at one end. He gently placed the bulb under William’s armpit and sat back, watching the instrument.

Anne was curious, “What is that thing, Neville?”

“It is what we call a thermometer¹. It measures a person’s temperature. I picked this one up when we were in Holland last. The benefits of being a Navy surgeon! They are unavailable in England yet, but I am sure they will soon appear. The normal body temperature is between 36.5 and 37.5 degrees Celsius. If the patient measures over 37.5 Celsius, you know they have a severe fever. We will know in ten minutes. Let me put that another way – I know he has a fever, but is it dangerous or not? The thermometer tells us the exact temperature. From the reading, it assists in giving a far more accurate diagnosis, which is helpful.”

¹ In 1714, the Dutch Scientist, Daniel Fahrenheit invented the first reliable thermometer using mercury. - Wikipedia.

Anne nodded – she was amazed by this new-looking instrument. She watched the black line extend as it edged above the 37-degree mark.

After another five minutes, Neville removed the thermometer and washed it in the hand bowl nearby. He sat back and thought about the symptoms.

“He certainly has a sore throat and temperature. It is just above 37 degrees but not that far to be dangerous. Further than that, it is a bit unclear. I’m sure it is not measles, as the rash is wrong. So, it may be scarlet fever. But if it is, we will not know for another two days. It may be a common sore throat – let’s hope so. But I think it points more towards scarlet fever.

We need to isolate the room in case the fever is contagious. Sorry, Anne, but as you have been attending to the boy, you’re the nurse for the next few days. Wash your hands and face before you leave and return to this area. If convenient, Simeon and Thomas can sleep with us at the Fox and Hound. I will now go and brief the others. You should join me as he will probably sleep for the next few days. You can check him every few hours.”

“Is there nothing you can give him to bring the fever down?’

“Unfortunately, not. The best we can do is keep William cool. Opening that window is a good idea, as today is a bit cooler than the past week. Also, he needs a washer wiped over him regularly. Keep him drinking water regularly and give him some honey for the sore throat. Anne, it would be best if you sleep up here for the next few days as you are a close contact. Make sure you wash your hands thoroughly before you come down.”

Neville left with his medical case, slowly walking downstairs. Anne sat and looked at William’s fevered face. She wiped his brow again. ‘These things never happen at the right time. Just when I was going to see Robert again!’

Dinner was a grand affair. The Turners’ large family was well-trained in organising sizeable gatherings.

Aggie, who contracted scarlet fever as a child, relieved Anne during dinner. Anne amicably accepted the offer, as the maid would have some resistance.

So, the family gathered with the adults having pre-dinner drinks while the younger children, Marcia, Madeline, Simeon and Clementine, were fed in the kitchen. Eleanora Turner enjoyed Neville and Bethany’s company, and they discussed the wedding and the preparations. Marion and Thomas were most anxious that Neville and Bethany set a date, allowing enough time for their wedding this year. So, the decision on a date was now becoming urgent.

Neville and Bethany seemed most content together as Marion talked with Mrs Turner. Thomas, Jonathan Turner, and Robert talked about politics and the corn laws, the hot topic of the time.With unrest growing among the factory workers in the north and public rallies becoming more organised, there was community concern.

Jonathan said, “We understand that the price of bread is difficult for workers. That is why we negotiate the lowest prices we can with the landholders. Our new mill requires far more grain, increasing our negotiating power on grain prices. Lower costs will reduce the price of bread while still keeping our margins at the same level.”

Robert scratched his head. “I thought you must pay a specific price of eighty shillings per quarter². My understanding was the Government set a minimum price so farmers could  afford competitive wages for their workers and keep them on the farms.”

² A quarter of wheat in 1826 was equivalent to 8 bushels. A bushel was an old imperial measure of volume being at that time 8 dry gallons. 1 cubic foot equals 6.43 dry gallons.

Thomas answered, “Not quite. The corn laws restrict the importation of corn unless the cost of British corn reaches the minimum price you quoted. However, the millers may still negotiate the price of English corn. Jenkinson’s party made sure the corn law minimum price was high, restricting the entry of French and Spanish corn. Without the corn laws, we could buy French corn at half the cost of British corn. So, by centralising milling, we will cut out the little mills and negotiate directly with the farmers. At first, the cost reductions will be small, but as the small mills go out of business, the farmers will have no other option. Unless other mills convert to steam and increase production, the landholders will have no other local market for their grain.”

Robert looked worried, “Mr Turner, surely this is unfair on the smaller millers. Won’t they lose their living?”

“Some will, and some might work for us. I’m afraid the age of steam is upon us. The world is changing, Robert! Steam power has created the manufacturing industry in the midlands, spreading everywhere. Guildford will see it soon. Even the Navy is experimenting with steam! The days of the sail will end in your lifetime, Robert. We all must adapt, as there will be no turning back!”

Robert pondered this suggestion – “The days of the sail will end!” He must discuss this at Portsmouth. It was fascinating thinking about a ship that no longer required the wind. Perhaps steam could be a huge strategic advantage for Britain.

Neville clinked a spoon against a glass, gathering everyone’s attention.

“Mr & Mrs Turner! Some quick announcements, if I might, before we go in for dinner. Firstly, thank you for your hospitality this evening. It is most kind of you, and I hope we can repay that hospitality tenfold once Beth and I are married.”

Everyone cheered this and agreed with the sentiment.

“Secondly, I felt an explanation about why I am travelling to Portsmouth was necessary. I have served many years in the Navy now. After much consideration and discussion with my friend Robert here.” Robert smiled and nodded in agreement. “I have decided to resign my commission from the Navy and establish a medical practice here in Guildford. This town has much attraction for me!”

There was a stunned silence for about five seconds before some clapping, cheering, and smiling broke out.

Eleanora Turner was delighted, “Neville. The news is wonderful. It means you and Beth will be living here in Guildford, and we will see much more of you. Such good news indeed!” And with tears in her eyes, she hugged Bethany and Neville. There was much discussion until Neville held his hand up for silence again, “Now that brings me to the last point. Bethany and I have been discussing the date for the wedding.”

Marion gripped Thomas’s arm very tightly. Feeling Marion’s strength for the first time, Thomas became slightly excited. She whispered in Thomas’s ear, “Mrs McPherson has asked if Saturday, November the eighteenth, would be a good day for our wedding.”

Thomas raised his eyebrows and replied, “November will be suitable.”

Neville commenced again, “As you all know, Beth and I fell in love at first sight. We have talked at length and feel there is no use in delaying the wedding, so we propose the date of Saturday, October the fourteenth. We will finalise the arrangements with Reverend Taggart tomorrow. This date will allow three weeks for the banns to be read and then a little time before the wedding.”

Jonathan and Eleanora Turner applauded the news but then considered how quickly this date would arrive. They must start the preparations immediately, leaving for London to see the Bassingtons the following Thursday. Marion and Thomas looked at each other, and both agreed that the October date would fit well with their plans as it was another five weeks till their date. Mrs McPherson would be pleased, now having some certainty.

There was so much discussion about both weddings during dinner that Mr Turner supplied paper and pencils so Beth and Marion could take notes. Jonathan Turner also welcomed

conversation with Neville about Guildford properties for sale or lease. Neville was keen on acquiring a home and a separate building for his medical practice. Jonathan was surprised when Neville advised him that he would also open a practice in London. He aimed to specialise in treating major injuries, where his navy experience would prove invaluable. Being in London two days a fortnight would allow discussion with other colleagues and ensure his knowledge was up to date with current medical science. However, he reassured Jonathan that his Guildford practice would be a partnership, providing for a doctor to be always available.

Anne was finishing her dessert as Robert sat beside her. It was their first opportunity together during the evening.

“How is William?”

“Neville thinks he has scarlet fever! He is listless and will need a lot of care this week. Between Aggie and myself, we should manage. I do hope Neville will return soon!”

“I think it will only be a few days before he returns. I have never seen him like this before. Besotted might best describe it.”

“They will make a beautiful couple. Beth loves him so much.”

Robert lowered his voice and asked, “Just a question, Anne, without any implications. If you and I tied the knot, would I fit in with your family?”

Anne looked at him in surprise. Robert posed a deeply personal question, but he had prefaced it with “without implications”. It was as if some hurdle was holding him back. She wondered where their relationship was going.

“Robert, you keep mentioning marriage, but I don’t understand your meaning. Sometimes, you make me confused.”

“I am sorry, Anne – I was asking if your family approve of me?”

“Yes, Robert, they love you. Everyone here accepts you now as a close family friend. My concern is what your family will think of me next July. I know you have kindly invited me, but in what context? As your friend? As Beth’s sister? I must understand your intentions.”

“I am working on that. I have written to advise my father of your visit. Once they have the letter, they will make assumptions and start inquiries. So, you might expect a letter from them. I hope it will be polite and warm, but just in case it is a matter of fact, you should know that’s how they are. I think some of my personality problems come from my parents – I find it hard to make real friends and trust people. I appear confident, but deep down, I am quite shy.”

“Do you think they will approve of my visit?”

“Yes. My mother and father are not rude, but it will be difficult until they become acquainted with you. Once they know you as I do, they will accept you as one of the family. They are close, and the introduction needs working on.”

“I see!’

“Yes, I have considered this long and hard. I have an idea that may make the process far more comfortable. I have told you of my younger sister Emma. She is Beth’s age. Could she be included on the guestlist for Bethany and Neville’s wedding and my invitation?”

“Yes, but would it not be a bit strange? She does not know anyone in our family! She would be uncomfortable.”

“Yes, yes – that is true. But Emma is a long-term friend of Neville. So are my mother, father and brother! If an opportunity arose from a meeting before the wedding, she would also be your friend!”

“But Robert, there is so little time – she would need to visit Guildford. Mother, father, and Beth will meet Neville’s parents next weekend in London and then stay with the McPhersons before returning. I will remain here managing William’s recovery and keeping an eye on the business. I must also work at the bakery, and my father is concerned about the new mill, the bakery carts and the stables. I will be run off my feet.”

“That is what I admire about you, Anne. You are so accomplished. You will handle all these tasks with ease!”

“Next week, you might see me fail, Robert! Things are moving too quickly. I’m not sure I will cope!”

“Hear me out, please, Anne. Emma and my mother often visit London for shopping trips. They will be travelling next Friday and return the week after. Fintelton is just outside Petersfield, and Guildford is an ideal stopping point for a London trip. If Emma requests that my mother explore the shopping here in Guildford, they will stay the night at the Fox and Hound.

Neville and I will stay overnight at Fintelton on our way back to Portsmouth on Monday. I will brief Emma on taking the opportunity of a meeting with you. Perhaps a nice dinner at the Fox and Hound. It would be next Friday night. That is all I ask. Once I have made the preparations, I will arrange for Neville to deliver the invitation from Emma. The plan will work, Anne, and you will gain a new friend!”

“And should I give her a tour of the bakery? I’m sure she will be appalled when she sees I am a baker’s daughter!”

“Anne, you are far more than that. Your father runs a huge bakery and various businesses, including a new steam-powered mill and a chain of tailor shops. With his brewery investment, he is one of England’s new entrepreneurs. Anne, you know far more about business than any of my family. I have the highest admiration for your skills.”

From this perspective, Anne agreed that the breadth of her father’s businesses was increasing, but others would not realise this. Also, she was so young! Could she carry this off? Robert saw the fear on Anne’s face.

“Anne, I know Emma. She will not judge you! Emma has a heart of gold. Far different from my elder brother Hugh, who is cold and callous. You will be delighted with Emma, and it will give you an ally for next July. If they stay on Saturday, include them in the river walk with William and the other children. My mother and father will enjoy seeing them play pirates. Emma will love it.”

Anne looked at Robert, who was pleading with her. He broke out into a great smile. “It will be a lovely evening at the Fox and Hound. Aggie and Mrs Jennings will look after the children, and I will send a footman with Emma. He will escort you in the evening and ensure your safety.”

“I can arrive at the Fox and Hound by myself, Robert!”

“I know you can, but it would be preferable if you arrived escorted and were safely delivered home. Please, Anne – this will work?”

Anne could see that Robert saw this as an opportunity for them. He knew his family, and he thought Emma was the key. Anne hesitated, worried that Emma, being of the upper class, might be opposed and resent this meeting.

“I’m still not sure forcing Emma is a good idea. What if she objects? What if she does not like me? Then it will be twice as hard next year at Finteton.”

“It’s Fintelton – Fin – tel – ton. And she will like you just as I do.”

“Robert, I am afraid of this, and you won’t be there with me. What if your mother comes as well?”

“I will arrange it so it is Emma alone. My mother will require an early night. She is getting on!”

Anne put her head down and thought about it. The plan was complicated, and so much was already happening. She was afraid it would all go wrong. She was fearful of being with

aristocrats alone.

“Anne – please?”

“Let me think about it until tomorrow!” She looked up and noticed that dazed look again, as if he were miles away. Then he focused and smiled at her, “She will like you. It is impossible not to!”

Anne remembered it was time she checked on William again. “I must check on William.”

“May I come?”

“No, you must not be near him. He may be contagious.”

“That is alright. I contracted scarlet fever when I was a boy, and I have been subjected to far worse in the Navy. If we keep washing our hands, we should be safe enough.”

“If you would fetch a pail of water from the kitchen. We must change the water in William’s bedroom. I’ll meet you up there.”

Robert was off in a flash. He enjoyed this household where there were not many servants. It was like being on board a ship – never a spare moment.

Anne glided up the stairs and was soon beside William, who remained fast asleep. The fever was still there, but he slept soundly. Anne wiped his face with a wet cloth. He shook his head but did not wake. Then, both Neville and Robert appeared in the doorway.

Neville sat beside William’s bed and gave him another check, including his temperature. Anne signalled at Robert and pointed out the bucket of water in the corner of the room. Robert nodded, took the pail, opened the window, and threw the water out. He then filled the empty bucket with fresh water. Neville and Anne looked at him in surprise.

“What?”

“Is that how you change the water at home?” Anne said.

“It seemed logical!”

Anne started giggling, and Neville also raised his eyebrows.

“I hope there wasn’t anyone below! Robert, the new bucket replaces the old bucket. We take the old bucket back downstairs.”

“Oh!”

“That’s why he has a servant on his ship, Anne!” Neville said out of the side of his mouth.

“I’m glad of that. Robert needs one!”

Robert leaned against the wall beside the door and slid down, sitting on the floor. A candle flickered on the chest of drawers near the doorway. Anne came and sat beside him.

“Thank you, Robert. I know you meant well. It was just a bit funny.” She giggled again.

Robert looked at her and saw how beautiful she looked in the candlelight. He felt so relaxed with her beside him here. His mind was full of conversation, waiting to pour out. There must be something about this big, old, beautiful house. It must have affected Neville in the same way.

Anne watched Neville as he checked William. He stood up and came over, “He is still feverish, but the rash has subsided slightly. I think he will recover in a couple of days. I will recheck him in the morning. Now, Robert, it has been a long day – ten minutes - and then we must be off. I find I require a night of good sleep. I will wait for you downstairs.”

“Yes, Sir!” Robert replied.

Neville walked down the four flights of stairs and joined the others, who continued in excited conversation. Anne and Robert sat there together.

Robert asked her again, “Will you meet Emma? Please?”

Anne took a large breath and watched William, “Yes, I will meet Emma. If it works, we will send Emma her invitation to the wedding.”

She shuffled and said, “Robert, why have you invited me to Fin-tel -ton?”

He smiled and looked down. Robert knew this was a defining moment, and his answer must be what she needed, or he might lose this girl. She did not understand the demands of class distinction and the problems it caused. He searched for a way of keeping his parents happy and preparing the ground so he could marry the girl he loved. He was desperate that she had an ally at Fintelton. But he feared she might not like his suggestion – he must be very gentle.

“Anne, I ........ I will introduce you to my family as the woman I will spend the rest of my life with!”

Anne took a deep breath as her heart jumped. Tears formed in her eyes as she heard the words that finally confirmed his love for her. Anne continued watching William in the candlelight and said, “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He saw her eyes sparkling in the candlelight. Robert also needed confirmation, “How about you? Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He leaned over very slowly and kissed her gently on the cheek. She blinked, wiped away a tear, and smiled, “Then I think I should like to visit Fin – tel – ton, very much!”

Sunday morning ...

Waking early on Sunday morning, William found Aggie wiping his brow with a wet cloth.

“Good morning, young William!”

William felt weak, but his thoughts were far ahead of his tired body. He was still unfamiliar with Aggie and was confused about finding her sitting at his bedside looking after him. He looked at her with wide eyes.

“Where is Anne?”

“She is catching up on some well-deserved sleep. She watched over you until three in the morning when I came up and took over. You have not been well at all, William!”

“I feel so tired!” He closed his eyes again and moved his hand over, holding hers. Aggie was surprised and heartened that this little fellow would want the comfort of her hand. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze, reassuring him. Then she saw the eyes close, and he was asleep again.

“You rest, Master William. You will come through this and become strong again!” she whispered, wiping his brow. Aggie stood up, washed her hands, and then headed for the laundry with a pail of water. The house was still quiet, and she tiptoed down the stairs, ensuring she did not wake anyone.

Jonathan Turner woke beside his wife, realising he was back where he belonged. He gazed across at Eleanora, who was still sleeping, breathing easier this morning. Jonathan savoured the comfort of this beautiful bed and its clean sheets and soft pillows. He thought this was far better than the guest room bed he had occupied for several weeks.

As he lay there, his thinking shifted towards his business. Issues rushed through his mind: building the mill, finding a mill manager, expanding the bakery, the stables at Epsom, designing the fast carts, and the biscuit production line. He sighed. 

The morning light was slowly seeping into the room. Jonathan remembered it was Sunday and the events ahead of them today. The family would attend church except for William. He would check on his son and then fetch a cup of tea for Eleanora and himself. Jonathan also remembered checking with Reverend Taggart this morning on the wedding dates.

Surely, the guest list would not be more than sixty. Jonathan rubbed his forehead – this would cost him a fortune. But Beth was worth it – she was a wonderful daughter and blessed Guildford with a new doctor. He smiled as he thought about the blessing Bethany was.

He slipped out of bed quietly, put on his dressing gown and went downstairs.

At the church, Neville, Robert and Simeon joined them before moving inside. The congregation seemed more than usual, greeting each other throughout the church. The Turners entered their pew and were welcomed by Reverend Taggart, who warmly greeted Sir Robert as a visiting dignitary. There were also some kind words for Neville and Bethany. Andrew Taggart advised that he had locked in the dates for the wedding and confirmed that the church arrangements were complete. He intended to announce the banns of marriage for the first time at today’s service and prepared them for the many hearty congratulations they would receive afterwards.

Eleanora Turner beamed as the conversations took place around her. She gripped Clementine’s hand to protect her from all the romances. Clementine wriggled a bit but then took comfort in her mother’s wish. She smiled and rested her head on Eleanora’s shoulder. Jonathan Turner edged closer and gently said, “Go to bed earlier, Clemmie!”

Eleanora nudged him away, enjoying the bond between mother and daughter. Clementine, placing her hand on her mother’s stomach, felt the baby move. She went, “Ooooh!” Eleanora and her daughter beamed at each other. The feeling of a new life was a miraculous thing. They sat there in awe, enjoying the intimate moment.

William was now sitting up at the Turner home with his eyes half-open. Aggie felt his brow and considered that he still had a slight fever. She put a couple of pillows behind his back, making him more comfortable.

“Here, William, have some water as it will help. My mother always told me to keep my liquids up when I had a fever. That way, it keeps the body clean.”

“I have a headache!”

“That is the fever – it will be gone in a few days. But the headache will disappear faster if you drink the water and keep drinking it regularly.”

William thought about this. What Aggie suggested was not that difficult. So, he drank the complete cupful.

“Where is your mother, Aggie?”

“She is in Woking with my father.”

“What does your father do?”

“He was in the army and spent a lot of time away. He was injured in India and came home with a slight limp, but he is fine. He works in a blacksmith shop at Woking, and he is one of the bell ringers at the church.”

“Did he kill anyone while he was in India?”

“He fought in many battles but doesn’t speak much about it. I think he might have, but I’m not sure.”

“Wow! I want to be in the Navy like Robert when I grow up. I will fire the canons and chase pirates.”

“You will need good health before you do that, so rest for a while. I will be back in an hour, and we can talk some more then.”

“What colour is your hair, Aggie? You always keep a scarf over your head.”

“I think it is brown, William. I will show you when I return, but Mrs Jennings needs me downstairs preparing morning tea and lunch. We have guests coming.”

“I think your hair is brown but maybe black! Mine is dark brown. It is so different from Anne’s. Hers is blonde, but I think it is more of a golden blonde. She has beautiful hair.”

“Yes, Anne is beautiful. I like Anne. She is so sweet and gentle.”

“She is not always sweet – she can fight like a tiger and has often whipped me in a wrestle. But when I get bigger, I will whip her back.”

“Dear me, brothers and sisters! You will miss her a lot when you get bigger when she is married and moves away.”

“Is she going to get married like Bethany?”

“She is beautiful, so I think it may happen soon. But let us wait and see. I must go now. You relax and watch the birds out the window here. Look over at that vine on the wall. There are some little finches there flying around. Aren’t they beautiful?”

William looked out the window and saw around five or six rose finches with brilliant colours on their feathers. He turned around to say something else, but she was gone. William liked Aggie – she was friendly and told him exciting things. He closed his eyes again and thought about hunting tigers in India. He wondered if any tigers were in England – he must ask Aggie. The sun shining through the open window warmed his room. Slowly, his eyes closed, and soon he was fast asleep.

After the church service, there was much greeting and news as they met their friends outside. With Neville and Bethany’s banns now read, the couple met with an endless procession of congratulations. Neville was amazed at the number of families he was meeting. One elderly gent eagerly said he wanted an appointment when Neville set up practice. He was a past patient of Doctor Jeremy Stephens and was looking for a new doctor. Neville was most encouraged.

Jonathan Turner made the most of the opportunity, with many of the landholders at church today agreeing on appointments in the coming weeks. There was a need to establish an

increased grain supply required for the new mill. Access to the production from the next harvest would be critical. Reverend Taggart suddenly appeared at his side, jolting him from his thoughts.

“Jonathan, forgive me for making this observation, but Sir Robert South and Anne seem particularly attentive to each other?”

“Yes, Andrew, they are now good friends. Robert retrieved Simeon from the King’s forest some weeks ago, and they met that day, believe it or not, in our kitchen. He seems a very nice young man.”

Andrew agreed and then stood there, silently gathering the right words. “Jonathan, I’m not sure you understand who he is!”

“He is a captain in the navy, at a young age, and with a good career ahead of him.”

“Jonathan, Sir Robert’s Father, is Sir David South, the Earl of Fintelton. Their estate is near the Harting³ area, just past Petersfield. The family goes back centuries, and they were prominent in the Royal court circles some years ago. I advise you of this as Anne may find it somewhat difficult with the family if the attachment develops. I am aware of all this as I know several of the clergy in that area.”

³ Author’s Note: `Fintelton’ is a fictional estate in Harting created for the story. For those wishing to visit Harting I recommend it. I think it is one of the most beautiful parts of England. Petersfield is also a delightful town.

“So, what are you recommending, Andrew?”

“Well....... Well, I am not recommending anything, Jonathan. I thought I should let you know who this young gentleman is. His family may have great ambitions for him, and I would not want Anne disappointed or hurt.”

“I see!”

Andrew said, “It is a great honour having Sir Robert worshipping with us today.”

Andrew and Jonathan stood there in embarrassing silence. Jonathan Turner felt his rage rising from the pit of his stomach. How dare this clergyman suggest that his daughter was not good enough for this young man. Jonathan clenched his teeth, quelling the rage. He understood that Andrew Taggart was a good friend and had protected Jonathan’s reputation on several occasions. He must repress this anger, understanding that Andrew meant well. However, the silence continued. Andrew's comment reinforced how unfair this world was. The aristocracy would never accept the middle class. The world was changing, and he decided then and there that he would succeed in his new ventures. Perhaps he could forgive Hamish even if he had duped William into sharing private family business. Hamish was right. There was no alternative except that people in industry succeeded. They must work together and change this world for the better.

Andrew now feared he might have overstepped the mark. What he said may have been misinterpreted, and he must clarify the situation quickly with Jonathan. The good Reverend was about to speak when Jonathan suggested, “When they are young, Andrew, nothing is a problem. I’m sure time will solve any problems that might emerge.”

“If I can help, please let me know. I have seen many a lovely young lady destroyed by aristocrats, and I’m sure I won’t let it happen to your daughter.”

“Thank you, Andrew. Your sentiment does you credit. However, I think you will have the honour of Sir Robert returning soon as he will be Neville’s best man.”

“Ah! I shall be more circumspect in my statements then. Thank you for letting me know about this.”

“I would also say that since we have met, I have found him quite different from what we expect of those of his rank, and I have a high opinion of him.”

Andrew nodded in agreement. They continued standing together in silence, watching and nodding to their friends.

Andrew told Jonathan, “Jonathan, you understand my friendship with you is important to me. I would never intentionally offend you!”

“Why, thank you, Andrew. I think we both value our friendship greatly. It allows us the freedom to speak frankly in a peaceful way. I appreciate this, and I welcome your advice.”

They both stepped back from the mark, thankful their friendship was strong and respectful. The mayor approached, and Jonathan welcomed him, “Ah, Rupert, how are you? Reverend Taggart and I were commenting together on our healthy congregation.”

Rupert Smith’s face opened into a broad smile, and he shook both their hands, “Capital, Capital, I too was thinking the same thing.”

Fintelton Manor, Harting …

Neville and Robert left Guildford early Monday morning, aiming to arrive at Fintelton by midafternoon. Robert allowed for a stop at Petersfield, purchasing flowers for his mother and sister. Before leaving Guildford, he briefed Neville and Bethany on the plan for a meeting between Emma and Anne. On first hearing the plan, Neville thought it might be simpler if the invitation came from himself as he was a good friend of the South family. However, given

Robert’s time arranging the meeting with Anne, he was reluctant to suggest any change and pledged his support. Bethany’s knowledge of the plan would provide Anne with a confidant in the coming two days before Neville, and she left for London. Beth would do her sisterly best to bolster Anne’s confidence.

As the coach passed through the Fintelton Estate gates, Neville noticed Robert sitting up and breathing in the air of his home country. He took several deep breaths and sat wide-eyed, looking at the estate.

Neville suggested, “Good to be home?”

Robert thought about it and chewed over his answer for a few minutes. He left home when he was twelve and only returned on port stays ever since. There were long periods when the fleet was in port over Christmas. Even so, he was now becoming a stranger and considered this estate his boyhood home.

“When I was young, this was my world before I entered the Navy. I never considered anything else but this place, except for school, which was also relatively protected. I was unprepared for the Navy. I felt as if my parents had abandoned me. I never cried publicly but silently in my hammock for the first two years. Being bullied, shouted at, wet, given poor food, never getting enough sleep and the constant fear of not meeting my parent’s expectations. But by God’s grace, I survived.

Is this my home? No, it is not. It is my parent’s home, and my brother will inherit the lot. My father had made it quite clear that he would leave me a small allowance, but that was it. Even that depended on my marrying well. My parents left me with no doubt that I must make my way in the world as that was what the law required. Father said he would help where he had contacts and influence, but that was all he could do.

I’m not sure about your relationship with your father, Neville, but I struggled for my father’s affection. He is a kind benefactor whom I seldom see. My mother is similar and has moments of intimacy, but not many. I was always looked after by nannies, and speaking in front of my mother and father was forbidden. We were seen but not heard. Then they would be gone because they were entertaining or there was a show. You know, the high society circles.

I will not emulate them. I will be an essential part of their life when I have a son, daughter or both. We will run and play together and consider the world’s great questions. I will tell them bedtime stories and answer their stupidest question with respect. We will laugh together until it hurts and share our sorrows with tears. I will be their father, not just an acquaintance.

So, is this my home? No, it is my parent’s home, but this is where my boyhood was and where my boyhood dreams began. So, it has a special place in my heart. Do you understand what I am saying?”

Neville was not aware of how deeply Robert thought about his question. He looked up with a chuckle and said, “A yes or no would have sufficed!”

They both broke out into laughter as the coach came into sight of the manor house, which was quite grand indeed.

“I understand what you mean. My experiences with my father were quite different. He was a man who kept feeding me knowledge from an early age. There were no bedtime stories, but he always left me a book. He took me on excursions to museums and literature recitals. The worst thing was sitting still during a long recital from some of these old bats who looked and sounded frightful. I remember falling asleep at one recital and waking up with my head on my father’s lap. We went to museums, mainly after that!

But I do have good memories of home. My mother is a kind, gentle soul. They are happily married, and they gave me a very loving upbringing. I was fortunate – I have good memories. I would like the same for my children.”

Robert nodded his agreement, looked ahead of the carriage, and spied the courtyard entrance.

“Ah, as I expected, just a servant to welcome us. They will be waiting for us and doing the formal thing in the drawing room. Neville, do you notice the difference?”

“What difference – looks the same to me?”

“No, no, I mean at the Turner’s, you turn up, expected, of course, there is always a welcoming party, there is joy and hugs and kisses, and it is full of life.”

“I see what you mean, and I agree that family has much joy. But Robert, do not be too hard on your family; they are doing what they have always done. They probably think they are showing quite enough emotion.”

“I will make sure Emma experiences real life by meeting the Turners. Praise God for them; they have shown me a different world, and I prefer theirs to this one.”

With that, Robert jumped out of the carriage and shook the hand of Thomas Pike, the butler, and then hugged him, to the butler’s surprise.

“Pike, Thank you for your welcome. How are you, my old friend?”

The butler was overwhelmed by this greeting and unsure whether to show a straight face or a smile. So, he tried an in-between grimace and a soft cough into his fist, “I am well, Sir, and you look very fit and well yourself.”

“Thank you, Pike. You remember Neville.”

Neville thought he would play along with this fun. Robert forgot the flowers, so Neville picked them up and alighted from the carriage, shook the butler’s hand, flowers and all, and then gave him a quick hug. Pike stood there like a statue, unsure how he should respond.

Neville quietly whispered out of the side of his mouth. “Don’t worry, Pike, it’s the new fad in London, hugging servants!”

The butler quietly mouthed back, “My Goodness!”

With that, they proceeded up the front steps and inside.

The Parlour, Fintelton Manor, Harting ...

Robert’s first chance to speak alone with Emma came after dinner and the traditional port and pipe smoking. Lord Fintelton and his son, Sir Hugh, Robert’s older brother, withdrew to discuss estate business. Lady Jane South decided to retire early, and Neville found some medical reading that interested him.

“Neville, I must meet this Bethany who has won your heart. I thought you were waiting for me, but now I must suffer in silence,” Emma said with a cheeky smile.

“Emma Dear, I have always admired you but more as a little sister, so I must apologise if I have upset you with this announcement. She has won my heart, and I am the happiest man in the world. But Emma, I hope we will always be best friends?”

“Always, Neville.”

“I must excuse myself as I have quite a deal of medical reading outstanding. The interpretation of thermometer readings! So, I will leave you and find a quiet spot as I understand Robert desires your ear.” With that, Neville took his papers and quietly excused himself.

“Robert, what is it that you require my attention on?”

The drawing room was theirs alone. Robert sat beside Emma and spoke in a soft voice. Emma was all ears as she was not familiar with Robert whispering. He usually spoke in a reasonably strong voice and a confident tone. Here, it was as if he was in conspiratorial mode.

“Emma, you will know that I am shy underneath. It takes me great courage to speak about matters of my own heart.”

She sat up. Robert was serious; she could tell by his furrowed brow.

“I need your help. I need it desperately, and you are the only one who can help me!”

“Why Robert, I am your little sister. I would do anything for you. Of course, as long as you are not misleading me!”

“That is the problem. You may not consider this correct or entirely proper!”

She looked at him and raised her eyebrows, “If you do not tell me, how may I decide? Out with it, brother!”

“Emma, I have met this wonderful girl called Anne!”

“Ah-ha! Now, this is getting interesting! Tell me all.”

They sat there like conspirators as Robert poured his heart out. He spoke freely and explained how he understood his mother and father’s expectations for him but contrasted this with the reality of the Navy world. She would appreciate this as she would marry well or become an aunt, dependent on her brother’s charity for the rest of her life.

He gently said, “You will face a similar problem if you marry for love. It may be that your future partner has little wealth!”

“I will marry well.”

Robert looked at her, “What about love?”

“For me, as a woman, love may play second fiddle – otherwise, the future might look quite bleak.”

Robert continued and explained why she should meet with Anne. As Emma heard more of the proposal, Robert felt she was becoming reluctant.

“What if Mother finds out? She will be very cross with me. I do not usually associate in those circles. You never know who will see me.”

Once Robert fully explained the plan, he sat back and said, ‘There you have it. I need your help, Emma. If Anne comes here without a friend, it may destroy her. You know how difficult our parents can be. They will discount her before they truly know her. You would love her if you could meet her.”

“But she is a nobody, Robert. How do I justify that to our parents?”

“Emma, have you forgotten all you learned at church? She is a person created by God in the same light as you and I. This world blesses some with position and money, and others fight for survival. You have been highly blessed. You enjoy your situation in life because you were born into this family and have known nothing else. But I have enjoyed the company of Anne’s family.

They are good people and understand a joy we have never experienced in this home. Our family is .... is ... what do you call it? .... Sterile!

If you cannot help me, you may never experience this joy. It is better than all the mansions in England. And Emma, you may think our family is well off, but change is coming. New businesses are developing out there that will be far greater than our fortunes. Anne’s father is a businessman building a company that will be ten times as big as this estate. So, do not underestimate who they are. Remember that the world is changing, and we must change and adjust, too. If Fintelton does not change, it may not be here in twenty years.”

“Come now, Robert, this estate will be here forever. We have land and produce here at Fintelton, in Scotland and Ireland, and Father has investments in the Indies. The future is firm.”

“Perhaps, but will you help me, Emma?”

“Your plan is like an old naval ship. It is full of holes. You should have let a woman plan it. You, men, it is objective and outcome. You don’t think that much about what is in between.”

Robert became crestfallen as he thought Emma was turning away from him. But she loved her brother and gave him the benefit of her doubt.

“If I do this for you, please don’t force friendship upon me with this baker’s daughter, but I shall endure her for your benefit. She must have some good points if you are so keen on her, except I am bewildered how someone of such low birth could have the graces of our society. But I will try for you on one condition.”

Robert bit his lip. He was disgusted with his sister’s attitude. He thought about how his initiation into the Navy had changed his life. Over years of naval service, his youthful arrogance was beaten out of him. His education in the real world had made him equal to any man. However, he understood this was his only chance for Anne’s survival while visiting this household. So, he agreed.

“I will abide by your condition, whatever it may be.”

“Let me plan how we might achieve this.”

Robert knew he had no choice but to agree. He must have Emma’s help, and she would extract a favour for it. He sat back and realised that she was right. If anyone could play his mother and father, it would be Emma.

“I agree. You may plan the exercise.”

“Good. I will change your plan, so my mother and I are protected. Now let me see. Firstly, a good reason why we must stop in Guildford next Friday. I have it! Neville is a close friend of yours and the family. As he will be leaving the Navy and setting up a practice in Guildford, he could offer us an inspection of his surgery. We are looking for a good doctor in this area, rather than visiting London. So, we will stay overnight and visit the proposed site of his practice. Robert, will you please call Neville?”

Robert jumped up and rushed off for Neville.

Emma kept thinking about the plan. Neville would invite them and tell them about the girl he was marrying, Bethany, and her sister Anne, both respectable girls whom the family should meet.

That would do nicely. Emma and her mother could also stay on Saturday and inspect the baker’s mill and operations. In particular, the tailors’ shop might provide them with some new ideas, but she doubted it very much. They would continue their trip on Sunday morning and depart for London.

The wedding invitation would come from Neville’s family as their guests, this being consistent as they were acquainted with the family at Fintelton. Neville must include all her family in the invitation. This way, the family would know Anne and the Turners before she arrived at Fintelton next July. This plan avoided any chance of disapproval by society, and her mother and father would not suspect, until after the wedding, any attachment between Robert and Anne.

Robert returned with Neville.

“Neville, would you please invite me to inspect your new practice at Guildford this Friday?”

“But I won’t be there!”

“Neville, you are like Robert. You cannot disregard the facts! It does not matter. Now, I suppose this Mr Turner has recommended some sites for you?”

“Yes!”

“How convenient!”

“The site I have selected is excellent and will allow an expansion of the practice over time. My plan includes practising two days a fortnight in London also.”

“Wonderful, this fits into the plan perfectly.”

“What plan?”

“Robert and Neville, be good boys and sit down and listen.”

Emma explained the plan in detail, and they agreed it was better. She smiled. There were still but two problems.

“Robert, you said you posted a letter asking permission for Anne’s visit. Did you send it?”

“No, I have it here.”

“Good, pass it over, please.” She tore it up.

“There will be no need for a letter until after the wedding – well after the wedding.”

“Yes, I can see that now.”

“Also, it must be I who invites Anne to Fintelton. Otherwise, the invitation will never come. You understand mother and father’s expectations. Their acceptance of Anne will take time, and I cannot promise my affection for this young lady. It would help if you allowed me to make up my mind. Surely this is fair, Robert?”

“That is fair. But I must have the same agreement from you. That I have free will on having affection for your husband or not!”

“Touché, Robert, that is also fair, and I agree. But do you think I will like this girl?”

“I am certain of it!”

“Neville, do you think I will like this, Anne?”

“Emma, would you have liked a sister?”

“Yes – someone to talk with and confide in!”

“Then, in Anne, you would not find a better sister in England! “

Emma sat up, speechless. She respected Neville’s opinion. From his comment, it appeared this girl had his admiration. How interesting.

“Then I shall look forward to visiting Guildford this Friday and Saturday.”

Robert smiled, “Please, Neville, if you would brief Anne when you return. Also, include Bethany so she is aware. I will send a rider tonight advising that we have decided on a plan. I think this will work!”

Turner Household, Guildford …

That same evening, William sat in bed playing a game of draughts with Aggie. Jonathan Turner came into the boys’ bedroom and felt his forehead, checking his temperature.

“The fever appears gone, William. How are you feeling? Any better?”

“Yes, far better, Father. The headache is almost gone, but I am still tired!”

“We will see how you are in the morning. Let this be the last game of draughts Aggie, and then he may sleep. Thomas and Simeon will welcome their beds again tomorrow night.”

“Yes, Mr Turner. Sir, have you considered the storeroom next to this one? I know you are seeking more accommodation in the house. The storeroom is almost as large as this room. A bit of carpentry and painting would make a good bedroom. It may solve some of the accommodation problems!”

Jonathan considered Aggie for a few seconds, absorbing her suggestion. The thought never occurred to him about this alternative. He turned, went out and walked down the hallway. Opening the door, he found it dark inside. He returned, collected a candle, and inspected the room. As Aggie said, it was quite a large area full of old family items. It was dry and well-built.

He came back and said, “You are correct, Aggie. It is very suitable. I will need an alternate space for the items stored there. A fine suggestion, Aggie. I will discuss this with Mrs Turner tomorrow.”

With that, Jonathan turned and went off downstairs.

William looked up at Aggie, “Do you think it might be my room when they have built it?”

Aggie frowned at William, “I’m not sure about that, William. I think your parents need more room for guests. So, they will probably move the girls up here!”

William was not impressed with that idea at all. He slumped down in disappointment and focused again on the game of draughts.

Aggie noticed Jonathan Turner’s failure to wish William a good night. It was as if the child was not necessary - just a duty. Mr Turner treated his other children far kindlier. She felt sorry for William, noticing his disappointment not so much about the room but that his father did not care for him. She thought, ‘What a mistake not loving your son. How precious this child is!’

Aggie finished the game with William and wished him a good night. William said, “May we play tomorrow night again?”

Smiling, she replied, “Certainly, William, but only if you let me win!”

She tucked him in and blew out the candle.