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As the sun peeked over the eastern horizon, the Reverend Andrew Taggart slowly dragged himself out of bed, quickly washed and dressed, and headed downstairs for breakfast. He was encouraged with his officiating over the wedding service yesterday, especially the renewed contact with the South family from Fintelton Manor.

“Never hurts having friends in high places!” he murmured. 

Finishing breakfast, he took his sermon notes and walked across and in through the arched main entrance of the church. Walking through the vestibule and towards the pews, he noticed a tall man silently reflecting while sitting in the back pew. As he walked closer, the man seemed somewhat familiar. He recognised him as Sir Hugh South. 

Andrew stopped. This morning's preparations for the early service were waiting, and he was not expecting anyone in the church at this hour. Reverend Taggart recalled that Sir Hugh escorted Lady Jane at the wedding yesterday, but Sir Hugh was strangely absent during the reception. He wondered if there was some misunderstanding. On reflection, Andrew recalled the black shiner around Sir Hugh’s left eye as Hugh sat in church yesterday. It startled him at the time; however, he had quickly put it out of his mind. Perhaps the celebration at the stag party on Friday night was a bit rowdier than he was aware. 

Sir Hugh remained sitting there quietly, looking straight ahead. Andrew gathered himself and then walked forward and sat beside Hugh, leaving a respectful distance. He sat there for a while, allowing Sir Hugh the first move.

They sat there together for a full five minutes before Sir Hugh looked sideways, “Good morning, Reverend Taggart.”

Andrew looked at the tired creased face of a man who had not slept. Sir Hugh still carried the shiner on his left eye socket. It looked painful. Despite his dishevelled appearance, Hugh looked calm, and it was clear he was in control of his emotions. 

“I was baptised in this church some thirty years ago, Rector!”

“I’m afraid that was a bit before my time, Hugh!” Andrew took the liberty of a first name basis as he was in church, and Sir Hugh needed a confidential discussion.

“Yes, it was a long time ago!”

Then there was another period of a few minutes of silence. 

“I did not see you at the reception last night, Hugh. Were you unwell?”

“Yes, I was unwell, but that was not my reason. You see, the hosts did not personally invite me to the church or the reception! My Father has suffered some ill health lately. My Father requested I escort my mother, Lady Jane.”  

“Ah, I’m sorry about your father, but I’m sure the bride and groom would have welcomed your attendance at the reception?”

“I’m afraid not, Rector. I’m afraid not!”

Andrew could see that this young man had much on his mind. He considered finding a more convenient time with Sir Hugh that allowed more flexibility for a discussion of his worries. It was always a busy time preparing for a church service. Despite this, Andrew felt there might be something more important here that required careful attention. Perhaps it was more important than preparing for the next service. 

“I dined at the Fox and Hound by myself last night. There was nobody else there. Everyone booked into the hotel was at the reception. I was staying in my mother’s suite. By the time I finished dinner, I was becoming a bit lonely and thought perhaps I might attend the reception. I found a six-foot army Captain built of iron blocking the entrance. I deferred, having made the acquaintance of this chap the previous night.”

Hugh pointed at his left eye. “I withdrew rather quickly!”

‘Ah!’ thought Andrew, ‘This is where the shiner came from!’ 

Sir Hugh sat back and took a deep breath, “So, I grabbed a couple of bottles of whisky and found a whore. I took them into the hotel suite for some fun. But when I sat down in the suite and recognised this was the room of my mother and sister, a strange sensation came over me. I felt uncomfortable with what I was doing. You see, I listened carefully yesterday. Your message struck a chord with me. I am not religious, do not believe in God, and am not interested in being saved, but your descriptions of families and how sacred they are has affected me. I have been thinking about your words ever since.”

“And what have you found from your consideration of this subject, Hugh?”

Sir Hugh sat there for a while, looking down at his feet. He struggled within himself for the words but found they would not come. Andrew then saw the emotion on his face. Hugh looked up and then looked down again. Taking a deep breath, he said in a low tone, “I have nothing! I am nothing!”

Andrew allowed Sir Hugh some recovery time from what he said. He knew well that when a man recognised which way his life was travelling, it was a critical decision point. It may be a turning point, just so slight, that eventually, it may bring a ship back on course, but it required the most delicate care. 

“I would be interested in how you realised this, Hugh?”

Hugh looked up, “I have been sitting here most of the night, Rector, thinking about what I have achieved that is of worth. Every time I come up with something, I realise that it is not something of worth but something I have either been given or taken. In terms of self-worth, I find my name on the score page has nothing against it.”

“Hugh, if I may, I think I may be of some help, but I will not push you in a direction you are not comfortable with.”

Sir Hugh raised his head. He rubbed his swollen eyes and peered into Andrew’s face.

“Reverend Taggart, you are the only person in this world that I would have confidence in trusting. You may speak as freely as you wish, as I have run out of ideas.”

Andrew was staggered by this comment and the honour Sir Hugh gave him in his trust. He sat back, giving careful thought to his next words. These words would be critical in this young man’s life.  

“Hugh, I’m not sure you are aware, but I was born an aristocrat! Yes, estates, money and prospects. I made a choice and gave it all up. Now I am not saying you should do the same. It is just something I did, and I took a chance. Some would say I took a step in faith.”

Hugh continued looking at his feet with his head slightly tilted towards Reverend Taggart, indicating he was listening. 

“I’m not sure if it was a step in faith – I have always found the notion of guidance rather vague! Sometimes you must go with your gut. I’m sure you will identify with that. But since then, I have learned that the only things in life that you value are the things that require you to sacrifice. Let me give you an example. I have always enjoyed fishing. To become a clergyman, I sacrificed that hobby and a way of life. But my career as a clergyman has been most rewarding. Last year I took two weeks’ vacation, so Laura and I went further west and found a small cottage beside a running brook. The owner delightfully situated the place, and I could walk out on a bank near the house and throw in a line. It was pure joy. 

I valued this time very much, but I realised then that my sacrifices were worth it. You see, fishing was most enjoyable, but it did not compare with the blessings I have received from my ministry. I will not bore you with the details, but I am a satisfied man.”

Hugh looked at him and said, “I don’t understand.”

“I sacrificed the aristocratic life for a minister’s life. Being a minister of religion involves sacrifice every day. I have gained blessings a hundred times more than what might have been if I had not taken that step in faith. I found a loving wife, children, a happy lifestyle, and friends from every parish I served. Friends like you!”

Hugh smiled, “You count me as a friend?”

“Of course, I do. You are a good friend!” 

Hugh considered this for a moment, “You are a very content man, Rector. I do not have any contentment in my life.”

Andrew was careful that the words of his next response were specific.

“Hugh, please think hard about this question before you answer it. I mean, answer carefully. The answer from you must be truthful, and I shall keep the answer you give in total confidence forever.”

Sir Hugh nodded, “If you so wish!”

“Hugh, just tell me one thing. Do you like yourself as a person?”

Hugh sat up straight and looked up. He gazed ahead for several seconds and then turned towards the Reverend with a pained look. Hugh then looked away. He wrestled with this question in his mind. He stood up and walked back and forth, occasionally looking at the Reverend. Andrew could see the stress this reality check was causing him. Sir Hugh sat down again.   

“I need a truthful answer, Hugh?”

Hugh stood up and walked away into the vestibule as if he was leaving but then stopped and returned, “I must confront this, must I not?”

“Yes, you must confront it.”

“Then, I do not need to answer.”

“On the contrary, one of the most important things you do in your life is to answer this question!”

He sat down beside Andrew, and looking straight ahead, he said, “I hate myself!”

Andrew lost no time once he heard this answer. 

“Hugh, you have now been honest with yourself about where you are truly at in your life. You are not the first, and you shall certainly not be the last to find yourself in this position. Hugh, you can turn this around. If you desire this, I will help you. But it will not happen overnight. There will be no miracles. Have you the desire for change, Hugh? Do you desire self-esteem?”

“More than anything else, Rector!”

“You have made the first step in the right direction, Hugh! You wish for a better life with yourself and others. There is a simple first step. I would ask that you think of yourself and others this week in a different way. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Think about that this week.

Now enjoy this day. Revisit your foundations, Hugh. Take your mother and sister home and enjoy their company and your father’s company for a week, then come back and see me, and we will talk further. While you are at home this week, consider what you do not like about yourself and how you might change that. We should talk again, say Monday week. By the way, you are welcome at church this morning if you wish.”

Hugh stood up and towered above Andrew Taggart, sitting on the pew. 

“Is this something I can achieve, Rector?”

“Yes, Hugh! You have decided on your path, and you must determinedly follow it. I have full confidence that you will achieve your goal. Go and have a wash and some breakfast, son! You will feel better for it.”

Sir Hugh South waited for Andrew Taggart as he stood. Then he shook his hand and slowly walked out of the church. Andrew Taggart watched him go. Then he turned and rushed into the vestry. Opening the vestry door, he thought, ‘Now, where was I!’

At the Fox and Hound …

Lady Jane and Lady Emma South found a clean-shaven and well-dressed Sir Hugh finishing breakfast alone at a large table in the dining room. Admiral Sir Tristram and Lady Amanda Sutherland and Sir Robert appeared and walked together. Robert led them over, and they joined the party, Robert sitting beside Hugh ensuring a position where he might control any embarrassing outbursts from his brother. 

In a clear voice, Hugh immediately said, “Robert, my apologies for my unpardonable behaviour on Friday night. It was disgusting, and I am ashamed of myself. This behaviour will never happen again, and I beg your forgiveness.”

The conversation at the table fell silent. 

Robert, taken by surprise, was astounded at this change in his brother. After looking at Hugh with an open mouth, he recovered his composure rubbing his chin, “Thank you, Hugh, apology accepted. It may be better if you also find Neville and make amends with him. But I appreciate what you have said. Thank you.”

“I will apologise as soon as I meet with him today. I will seek an opportunity as I now understand how badly I have behaved.”

Robert watched Hugh as he made this comment and was surprised as he found Hugh quite genuine. 

The conversation at the table recommenced as the waiters served breakfast. Lady Jane gazing across at Emma lifted her eyebrows. Robert made use of the opportunity of discussing a few issues about the estate with Hugh, particularly while he appeared approachable.   

The party was finishing breakfast when Admiral Sutherland took Robert aside. 

“Sir Robert, if I may have a word, please?”

They both stood and moved out of hearing distance. 

“Robert, I know you have a few duties here yet with this wedding, but I need you back at Portsmouth as soon as possible. I was expecting Foster here, but he has not arrived. He gave me a commitment he would be back in time for Neville’s wedding. You know Foster, he is a stickler for timing, and he does not miss a beat. 

I have grave fears, Robert! Foster has not been heard of since he set sail for the Irish Sea. It may be a coincidence, but I am starting to fear the worst. There should be some news as soon as I get back, but if not, then we have a problem on our hands. I will need you up in the Irish Sea. We must either find him or discover his fate. Sorting out what has happened to Foster must now be done before you embark on your mission. 

Please clear your commitments here in the next day and a half, then make sure you are back in Portsmouth by Wednesday night at the latest. The briefing will be Thursday morning. I should have more information by then. I expect you at sea Thursday afternoon and heading north-west, Sir! I shall advise Lieutenant Ham that Restless must be ready.”

Robert nodded, “He may have encountered the same gale I experienced delaying my arrival. However, there would still have been time for his arrival here. I hope he has not suffered the same fate as Captain Hughes.”

Robert paused and said, “I will find him, Sir!”

“Good. Now keep this confidential. It was a fine wedding, and you did well as best man. I shall invite you and Neville for dinner at Portsmouth early next year once we solve these problems. Hopefully, Foster can join us as well.”

“I’m sure he will, Sir!”

“I wish I was as certain as you, Robert. Off you go and see that lass of yours.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Later in his room, Admiral Sutherland shared with his wife, “Amanda, I hate being an Admiral, sending off young Captains who may never return. It gives me nightmares. I would rather be at sea myself again.”

“Tristan, you have had your turn, Dear! The younger men are quite capable! They are in no doubt about what they are taking on. It is the navy way. By using your experience, you can assist Captains like Robert. May God go with them!”

“Amen! Now let us load the coach, my Dear. Portsmouth awaits, and I am keen on returning. There must be news by now.”

At the Turner Household …

The Turners entertained several wedding guests, including Lady Fintelton and her daughter Lady Emma for luncheon. Eleanora Turner sent off a note early in the morning kindly inviting Sir Hugh. A message returned thanking them for the kind invitation and stating that Sir Hugh would accompany Lady Jane. Eleanora, who was unaware of what had transpired at the stag night, was being hospitable and greeted Sir Hugh warmly.

Anne made sure her mother invited Robert and Sir Horace Coombes. Mrs Jennings, being excited about Sir Horace returning, made sure there was a ready supply of Turner biscuits. Because Aggie and Mrs Jennings worked in the kitchen, Anne arranged for three of her office staff to wait tables during lunch.  

As the guests arrived, Eleanora and Jonathan welcomed them and issued them into the parlour. Jennifer and Megan Bassington, keen on assisting, managed the distribution of drinks and proved a capable team. As Jennifer and Megan handed out the glasses, cheerful conversation was all around as the guest became familiar with each other.  

Sir Hugh remained by the fireplace and was interested in talking with Thomas about the new brewery that would be built in Guildford. Anne was delighted when Robert and Horace arrived, rushing over and giving Robert a hug and kiss on the cheek. Ensuring parity, she gave an awkward Horace the same welcome. Horace was a bit overcome and blushed from the show of affection from Anne.  

As Horace viewed the room, his eyes met with Sir Hugh South. They both looked at each other uncomfortably, with Horace’s gaze fixed on him. Sir Hugh put down his glass and joined Horace. He extended his hand, saying, “Sir Horace, I must apologise for Friday night!”

Horace considered Hugh’s gesture, but he clasped and shook the hand when he heard Sir Hugh's words.

“Thank you, Sir, but I believe you should direct any apology to Neville. I accept and welcome your apology. Might I add there was no hostility on my part? I was protecting a friend.”

“Point taken, Sir Horace, and the shame of this situation must be all mine. I shall apologise as soon as an opportunity arises with Neville.”

Captain Coombes was quite surprised by this show of humility by Sir Hugh, which differed considerably from the previous behaviour of the Earl’s son. The captain was not one for holding grudges and was pleased the tension was now gone from the situation. Changing the subject, he opened a topic close to his heart, “Sir, have you tasted any of these Turner biscuits? They are tasty and to my liking!”

Sir Hugh was not presently interested in eating biscuits but welcomed the diversion, “No, Sir Horace, I have not had that pleasure.”

“Sir, join me in a few; they are damned good!” 

The captain passed a plate of biscuits across, not before capturing one himself. 

Mrs Jennings formally rang the gong for lunch, and the various parties moved into the dining room. With the number of guests, it was a bit of a squeeze, but this only made the company more joyful. Anne made sure she took Robert’s arm as they proceeded into lunch, and they followed the countess, who was enjoying this different level of society with their similar manners but less space.

Robert was finally relaxing now the wedding events were over. “What a marvellous wedding, Anne. I must admit I enjoyed every part of it. You swept me away in admiration when I saw you in that beautiful bridesmaid’s dress. It appeared as if you were floating on air.”

Anne was thrilled, “That was the plan. We were unsure if it would work, but the silk finishes did the trick. Mrs Smith at Hursts is so clever.”

Robert sat between his mother and Anne and was pleased with his position. It allowed gentle talk with his mother and the opportunity for discussion between the three of them. 

“Mother, I am so glad you have made Anne’s acquaintance. I’m sure you have found what a delightful young person she is!”

“Yes, Robert! I understand Emma finds it quite refreshing that so many pleasant young ladies are in such proximity. Emma enjoys Anne’s company immensely and, of course, Bethany, Marion, and Megan. It has lifted her spirit no end!”

Emma, who sat directly opposite Anne, replied, “Mother, I am so glad, and I agree with you entirely. I thought I might invite Anne with us on our next London trip. I would welcome her assistance in all the shopping we must do, and I’m sure Mr Turner could spare her from the office for a week.” Emma turned and looked at Jonathan Turner, who sat there stunned. 

“I’m sure Mr Turner could spare her. I agree with you, Emma. Anne, will you join us on our next shopping adventure?” Lady Jane was quite determined in her pleasant invitation.

As Anne heard the generous invitation, she was amazed that it would come so early. She was a little overcome by the generosity that the countess offered her. In hope, she glanced at her father, who gave her a worried frown but nodded in agreement. 

“My father agrees with this invitation, my Lady, so it gives me great pleasure to accept you. But this is such generosity; I am overwhelmed.” 

Anne was unaware of Robert’s detailed discussions concerning her with his mother. Lady Jane, who had already accepted the match, was now concentrating on possible wedding dates and in the not too distant future.

Pleased with Anne’s lovely response, Lady Jane sat back in some relief, “Not at all, Anne. You are a beautiful young lady, and London will welcome you. I hope we may have the pleasure of Megan and Marion visiting us while you are with us?”

The other two girls readily agreed, and some excited young ladies spent the next half hour talking about what they might achieve in London, especially from St James’s Square. 

Robert remained quiet but smiled, “Thank you, Mother!”

Lady Jane looked at Robert’s bandaged hand and saw how tired but happy he was here in the company of these people. She moved closer and whispered in his ear, “Robert, you have found the happiness I always wanted for you here! Just make sure you come back safe from your exploits, my Dear.”

Jonathan Turner sat between his wife and Megan Bassington. He was interested in what she told him of the development of bakery shops in New York, which had him thinking of innovations. Beside Megan sat Sir Hugh, who was keen on engaging Jonathan Turner in conversation. When the opportunity arose, he caught Jonathan’s eye, “Mr Turner, I would enjoy hearing about your new mill. I hear there is considerable interest in the town about it!”

“Please, Sir Hugh, call me Jonathan? It would be my pleasure. Is there any special point of interest you have?”

“Yes, Sir. If you would enlighten me on why you are building such a large mill when we have plenty of existing mills in the area?”

“I see! The story is that Turner’s bakery has developed into a large business. We have the largest market share in Guildford and surrounding towns, and we use substantial amounts of flour from the mills up and down the Wey and connecting streams. Over the past two years, the market has increased, and our demand for flour has grown. The small mills that operate in the Guildford area have charged us a premium for this increased demand. Consequently, our margins have dropped, making the small mills a handsome profit. 

By having a mill of our own, that is not dependent on waterpower, we can produce flour far more quickly and at half the price of the existing mills. You would understand they continue using a technology that has existed for centuries and have not recognised the steam engine's productivity. By using steam power, we can completely change the production process.”

“But surely, Sir, the use of coal would result in a higher cost? The coal must be shipped in by barge, but the mills use waterpower which is free?”

“That is true, Sir Hugh. But think of it this way! A mill such as, let us say we use the Hetting Mill as an example, might produce twenty or thirty bags of flour a day. We will be generous and say fifty bags a day, for example. The river flows at one speed which is only a few knots, and might marginally increase through channelling, as some mills do! In our new steam-powered mill, we will produce around four hundred bags of flour a day. This production will increase as we refine the systems. We are unsure yet, but the forecast for our mill is between six hundred and eight hundred bags a day. The productivity difference easily covers the cost of coal and our development costs. It will allow a decrease in the retail price of bread, and we will remain profitable.”

Sir Hugh sat there with his mouth open and then asked, “You say four hundred bags of flour a day? That is amazing. How will the other mills compete, Mr Turner?”

“I’m afraid they won’t, Sir Hugh unless they build their own steam-powered mills. It is the change our world is embracing, and the users of the new technology will survive, and the mills that remain unchanged will cease. I am afraid it is inevitable!”

Megan Bassington added, “Sir Hugh, I have recently returned from New York. There is progress in the baking industry over there unknown in our businesses here in England. I think Mr Turner is heading in the right direction. I have encouraged him and feel sure a New York visit would be invaluable.”

Having met Megan Bassington only this morning, Sir Hugh was surprised she should share her opinions so freely. He must say something in reply and finally spoke, “I am sorry, Miss Bassington, but I am unaware of what you are saying. What kind of developments are happening among our American friends?”

“There is consolidation in the American milling market. The small mills are closing, and larger mills using various technologies are taking over. The American industry is making progress, where new technology is being applied. Improvements in ovens and other finishing processes allow for a greater variety of products. All these changes will come here. I think Mr Turner is quite visionary in experimenting with a steam mill.”

Sir Hugh nodded in reply and sat back and sipped a cup of tea. While he was pursuing his leisure activities over the last fifteen years, he neglected the changes around him at his peril. Thankfully, his mind was still sound, and from today onwards, Hugh was making some significant changes in his life. Now, he was concerned about a change that would directly affect the local grain market. If the Turner mill swallowed up all the other surrounding mills, this would create a great danger. It may leave his grain from the next harvest unsold – this would be a disaster for the estate. Better that they switched early and established contracts and good business relationships with this Turner chap now before the market consolidated. 

Sir Hugh decided on action, “Mr Turner, and thank you, Miss Bassington, for your insights. I will be leaving England soon for the Indies, where my father has some plantations. He has requested I become familiar with the operation of these estates. Before leaving England, perhaps we might discuss the trading of grain. We are not presently one of your suppliers, but that does not preclude us from negotiating for the future, Sir. Given I am in town this Sunday, there is no difficulty with my remaining overnight and meeting with you and your advisors tomorrow. Would that be convenient?”

Jonathan Turner welcomed this suggestion.

“Certainly, Sir. Let us say ten thirty tomorrow morning at the bakery. I will first give you a tour of the bakery operation and the new mill. I think you will find it interesting.”

“Done, Sir. I thank you, and I will be there at ten-thirty.”

Megan Bassington, who was listening with interest, was keen to join the tour. 

“Excuse me, Mr Turner?”

“Yes, Megan!”

“Perhaps, if possible, might I attend this tour as well? An understanding of the bakery and mill operations would be most informative. I would depart soon after that with no wish of interfering with your negotiations, gentlemen!”

“I’m sure Sir Hugh would welcome you joining us. We will meet at ten-thirty in the morning. The Bakery Manager, Mr Hiscock, will meet you at the entrance.”

“Thank you, Mr Turner. That is most kind of you.”

Sir Hugh nodded his agreement but was displeased that this young woman would be joining them. However, he felt dutybound to agree, given Mr Turner had accepted her strange request. He wondered at her interest. After all, she was a woman, and what role did women have in business? He thought it most disturbing, but he would refrain from voicing his objection in the interest of good manners. 

The lunch was finishing when through the front door entered Neville and Bethany Bassington and Doctor David Sopwith. Neville beamed with a great grin and started talking almost immediately.

“Hello, everyone, we have finished handing over the medical practice, and David is fully prepared for the next two months. So, we will commence the honeymoon tomorrow morning relaxed and ready for an adventure.”

There were loud comments of acclamation and good wishes following Neville's announcement. Hamish and Marjorie McPherson congratulated the young couple, saying that it would be a grand success if Marion and Thomas’s wedding could be half as good as this one. The four of them talked at length as the other guests rose from their places, starting individual conversations. The guests enjoyed each other’s company, and no one was leaving.

Neville came across and asked Jonathan Turner, “Mr Turner, we thought that if the usual family afternoon tea at the river occurs, we will join you for a couple of hours if that was agreeable.”

“Certainly, Neville. I should let everyone know. Excuse me, everyone, for those who are staying on till tomorrow. The family usually visits the banks of the Wey, relaxing on a Sunday afternoon. If anyone is interested, please come and join us. The young people will bring down some light refreshments.”

There was a general acceptance of the invitation, and various people volunteered their help. Anne quickly grabbed Robert’s hand and led him to the kitchen, where Mrs Jennings was already busy preparing picnic supplies. 

“How may I help? What may I carry?” Robert asked.

“This basket of bread rolls and biscuits, Robert. I will bring the basket with the tablecloths, knives and butter. The boys can bring the drinks. Let us go.”

Sir Hugh waited for his opportunity and carefully manoeuvred around beside Neville Bassington. Neville turned and found Sir Hugh facing him. The smile disappeared off Neville’s face. Shocked at seeing him in the Turner house, he kept calm and said, “Good afternoon, Sir Hugh!”

“Neville, I must apologise for my offensive behaviour on Friday night. I have no one else to blame except myself. I feel great shame about the whole incident. The comments were degrading and vulgar, and I apologise from the bottom of my heart. I would ask for your forgiveness and friendship.”

Neville was astonished, having known Hugh for many years as a selfish, arrogant brat who approved of no one except himself. Was this the same man?

“Yes, Sir Hugh, I accept your apology most willingly and may I say you have always had my friendship, and this shall continue. I was upset at your comments. However, I understand you were under the weather, and I am relieved by your words. I accept your apology unconditionally, and we shall hear no more about it. Thank you, Sir Hugh.”

Sir Horace Coombes, who was close by, came over and patted Sir Hugh on the back, “Hugh, it takes a good man who is prepared to make a public apology like that. I am greatly impressed by you, Sir.”

“I am far from a good man, Horace, but I desire some improvement in the future!”

“You are making a good fist of it now. Come man, and you can help me carry some drinks. Perhaps we can find a cart.”

Lady Jane South witnessed all these happenings in the Turner family home. Looking around, she thought there must be something special here. She was amazed at the change that came over her firstborn son. It was as if a Damascus Road conversion took place. She was not aware of Hugh speaking well of people since he was a small lad, and yet at present, he was making friends and offering help. What had come over her son? She was not complaining, but she must talk with her eldest son when the opportunity arose.

David Sopwith approached, “Lady Fintelton, the river is a slight distance. May I offer you transport in my carriage?”

“You keep a carriage, do you, Doctor! Yes, I would appreciate that.”

“I must warn you, Milady, that I have invited other passengers being your daughter Lady Emma, Miss Megan Bassington and Mrs Eleanora Turner. I hope that is acceptable?”

“Certainly, Doctor, I will enjoy attending a Turner family picnic. I have heard much about them and that one must keep a special eye on young William, who becomes greatly excited.”

Neville chipped in, “Ah yes, Milady, we shall make sure you are protected.”

Anne and Robert walked down the High Street carrying their baskets and continually chattering, catching up on time lost. 

“What kept you, Robert? I was so worried you would miss the wedding. At one stage, Beth was having nightmares about it. On Wednesday night, during the gale, she stacked on the blankets and woke after a terrible dream in the morning. But I knew you would get here. I’m so glad we are together.”

“The same gale drove my ship halfway across the channel. Once back in port, we rode all night, and despite the delay, we arrived safely. My damaged hand did not help either.”

“I’m sorry, I should have remembered your hand before passing that basket! How is it healing?”

“It is nearly healed. In another week, I will not need the bandage.”

“Good. I don’t want you back at sea injured. Where will the next mission take you?”

“Sorry, I must keep it confidential. Secrecy is vital.”

“Robert, I do not want you in danger. You must take care!”

“I am taking care! Now I am the captain, the younger officers take most of the risks. The captain remains on board. One day when I am in command of a first-rate ship, you will join me as we sail the seas.”

Anne considered his comment, “You mean a ship’s Captain may take his wife with him?”

“Yes – it has become quite common. Not into battle but on longer cruises with less danger.”

“I should love that – but I have never seen the sea. I should be so afraid.”

“I thought, while you are at Fintelton next year, we would visit our estate on the Isle of Wight for a few days. We would travel by boat and see a great deal of the seaside. You will see the sea.”

“Robert, that would be heavenly. We would need chaperones, of course.”

“I think my mother and father would be available. They have time now.”

Anne’s mind was awash with dreams of the seaside and the adventures they could have. Sailing in a boat would be another new adventure she had never experienced. 

“Robert, I sometimes think this is all a dream, and it cannot be true. And the London trip; I am so fortunate with the invitation from your mother. Emma and I will have such a wonderful time.”

“Anne, be careful of London. It is full of scoundrels. I do not like the idea of you being there without me. London is a dangerous place!”

“I shall be safe, Robert. I will be with your mother. Perhaps even your father will come.”

“It is a possibility as he is making a good recovery.”

“I was so afraid the night of the dinner when I met your mother. I was petrified and expecting a difficult night, but your mother is very understanding, Robert. I like her very much!”

“You are as surprised as I am. I think you will enjoy St James’s Square and Fintelton estate when we visit. Fintelton is a fine estate but requires more care. We are fortunate Mr Stem is the estate manager. He is a good man!”

“Mr Stem asked that if I ever visited Fintelton, he would value some tutelage on accounting. Would you mind if I spent some time with him?”

“No. Not at all. I think that would be helpful. Anne, I tell you this in confidence, and it must go no further. Pike, our butler, who I have known all my life, told me on Friday that he has fears Hugh is not managing the estate’s finances well. I will talk with Emma and request she makes some enquiries over the coming months. As she is not skilled in finance, she may ask you as a close friend for advice. Would you mind doing this?”

“Certainly. But surely the estate is managed well? I am not sure if I have the expertise advising on an estate of that size.”

“I am not asking for advice but an explanation of the figures. I am worried that the cash may be running out. I would not wish my mother and father to be destitute. Please keep this confidential as my mother is not aware yet.”

“Robert, you told me the same last time, but she knows far more than you think.”

“I am not aware that she knows about this. Please, Anne?”

“How could I refuse such a handsome young man!” Anne put her arm through his, and they continued chatting while walking down the High Street towards the river.

The picnic was most enjoyable until around four-thirty when the breeze turned cold, and some of the party preferred the warmth of their lodgings. The countess proved a favourite with the children and told them various stories about the country, also fascinating Megan Bassington. Her only country experience was visiting the Souths with Neville at Cowes for short holidays. Lady Jane kept a close eye out for William. When he came running across at her with a branch spinning around his head, she stood up and, in a loud motherly voice, called out, “Drop that branch, William!” The lad stopped in his tracks, dropping the branch and then sheepishly joined the other children sitting at Lady Jane’s feet. Jonathan Turner was very impressed with the way Lady Jane handled William and saw another quality in her that he admired. 

As the Turner family finally arrived home that Sunday afternoon, Eleanora Turner found she was exhausted. After requesting that Mrs Jennings keep a small supper for her, she retired for a rest. The regular household routine commenced with feeding and washing children before bedtime. Thomas and Marion joined the family for dinner, and Robert promised he would arrive at eight. 

The other wedding guests remaining in Guildford either dined privately or joined at the Fox and Hound.

At the Fox and Hound …

Eager for a conversation with Lady Fintelton, David Bassington, seated beside her, enquired, “My Lady, I hear that Lord Fintelton has not been well. Please may I inquire, how is his recovery progressing?”. 

“Thank you for enquiring, Mr Bassington. He has made a remarkable recovery, and the close attention he received from Doctor Sopwith has made all the difference. The doctor was very attentive and spent much time at Fintelton in the past three weeks. We are most appreciative.”

“That is wonderful, my Lady.”

“Yes, without this recovery, I would not have attended the wedding. It has been a very enriching experience. I am now so grateful for the invitation.”

David Sopwith was sitting directly opposite David Bassington and was talking with Lady Emma. 

“Now that Neville will be away, my workload will increase again, so it may not be possible for me to spend as much time at Fintelton looking after your father.”

“Why David, that will be a disappointment, however, I will be here with Anne soon, and you will recall we discussed a possible dinner. So, I will send an invitation when the arrangements are complete. I think Anne may be quite engaged tonight with Robert. She must make the best of the opportunity while he is here.”

“From their behaviour during the weekend, it appears they are close. I would not be surprised if there were an announcement soon.”

“I hope so, as I think Robert and Anne would make an excellent couple, don’t you?”

“Yes, but she must carefully consider the prospect of him being away much of the time, given he is a navy man. The profession is safer now that the French are peaceful, but there are still risks. She may become lonely, depending on where they settle. Perhaps they would set up a home in Guildford, close to family. That may work well.”

“Yes. Living in Guildford may be a good move for Anne, but perhaps she may want otherwise. I have not discussed it with her. However, I would welcome her as a sister-in-law. Her conversation is lively, indeed.”

“What about yourself, Lady Emma, if you married and moved from Fintelton, where would you live?”

“Why David, that is a very forward question. I am quite flushed thinking about it. It would depend on the man I married.”

“Perhaps if I could put it more gently. Suppose an eligible young gentleman in Guildford made an offer! Then would you consider living in Guildford in more modest circumstances? From my visits with the Earl, you are familiar with a comfortable lifestyle. I wondered what your expectations might be.”

“You forget my life in London, Sir! The circumstances at St James’s Square are not so grand as at Fintelton. I also think that other considerations may come into the matter. It would depend on how much I loved this unknown eligible young gentleman!”  

“My apologies Lady Emma, I had no wish of embarrassing you, and I am unfamiliar with your life in London.” 

Emma smiled at David and wondered if she should give a direct answer on this or not. Etiquette demanded she may not be open with him until he declared his love. He alluded to it, but no proposal came. Should she encourage him? Her mother was across the table, and she had no wish of embarrassing her.  

She gently said, “I think I can cope with most things, David, but perhaps we should discuss this again soon. We shall meet at the dinner Anne and I are arranging.” She moved her hand under the table, took his hand, and gave it a little squeeze. 

Doctor Sopwith’s eyes brightened considerably, but David Bassington cut the conversation short when he asked from across the table, “Doctor Sopwith, I understand you trained at the same medical school as Neville. Were you there at the same time?”

“No, Sir, Neville was there a good four years before me. I have only been practising for five years. Three in Belfast and two years here. I am five years younger than Neville.”

“Ah, I had romantic ideas that you and Neville may have trained together! In Belfast then, are you of Irish origins, Sir?”

“No, Sir, I was born in London and grew up there, but my mother inherited two Irish estates before marrying my father. He came from an engineering background and had a foundry in the west of London. They made all kinds of things. Please do not ask me what they made as I had no interest in it. I always found anatomy more interesting, so I trained as a Surgeon. So, Neville and I have similar interests, and I feel I can learn much from being in practice with him.”

“If you lived in London, why did you practice in Belfast?”

“My father moved the family there when I was twelve. After my schooling in Belfast, I attended university in England and studied the arts. I soon found my interest was in medicine, and within a year, the medical school accepted my application. The family remained in Belfast for about five years as my father’s business served the shipbuilding industry. It also allowed time for the management of the estates mother inherited. It proved a very profitable time for the family.”

Lady Jane joined the conversation, being quite surprised that Doctor Sopwith’s family were landholders. 

“Tell me, Doctor Sopwith, where are your mother’s estates in Ireland?”

“One is near Cookstown, and the other is near Coleraine. I am not sure of the details, Lady Jane, as I have no interest in the estates! But I believe one is ten thousand acres and the other twenty-five thousand acres.”

There was a sudden silence in the room as everyone digested the size of the estates.

Emma said, “Those are rather large estates, David, I mean Doctor Sopwith.” 

“I would not know Lady Emma. I’m not sure just how large an acre is.”

“Thank you, Doctor Sopwith. Now, Megan, your father informs me that you intend to depart for New York. I understand you are much attracted to the city.”

“Yes, my Lady. It is such an exciting country, and there is so much freedom. I will be writing articles for my father, who may publish them. There is a lot of interest in the British aristocracy from the Americans. They are always hungry for the latest news. Despite our two countries' differences, there are still great links between the two which I believe will continue. I think my future lies there.”

“I am surprised, Megan. You are very adventurous, but I know very little of the American colonies or, should I say the Union.”

“Sir Hugh, I believe you have estates in the Indies?” David Bassington was keen on hearing about the South’s interests overseas.    

“Yes, we have two sugar plantations in the Indies and eight cotton farms. I will visit them soon as it is time I checked on their production. My father has encouraged me often, and I think the time is right.”

Lady Jane and Emma looked up when they heard Hugh mention a visit. Hugh’s intention came as a surprise as he had never previously shown any interest in the plantations. They both wondered what brought about this change.  

“Sir, it may take you more than two months. Pray, are the plantations lucrative?

“We have received a steady cash flow over many years, but I will be more knowledgeable on this subject on my return, Sir.”

At the Turner Household …      

Slowly members of the family were excusing themselves and retiring for the night. Jonathan Turner worked in his study. Marion said good night and retired. After seeing her up the stairs, Thomas returned and indicated he would also retire. 

Robert and Anne found themselves alone in the parlour. 

Anne enjoyed sitting and watching the fire content after the excitement of the wedding and all that followed. 

“What are you smiling about, Robert? Tell me so I can share it with you.”

“I was thinking about how refreshing it is here with you. It is relaxing not worrying about a ship or what is needed next. I have found being a Captain is far more demanding than I imagined. There are tremendous responsibilities. Being here is like a dream. Every night, Anne, I wish I was with you, but realising that I must wait so long. Now I am here with you alone; it is very pleasant.”

“What is pleasant about it?”

“Everything. I am content sitting beside you; it is like being in heaven! But a cup of tea would add more pleasure!”

“Really! Come on, and we will make some tea.”

They found the kettle still hot in the kitchen, and Anne brewed some tea. As they returned, Robert stopped at the entrance to the parlour and studied the floor. 

“So, this is where the burglar knocked William out and where you found him?”

“Yes. It was one of the most distressing moments of my life.”

“Have they found the burglars yet?”

“Yes – one of them turned up dead in a lock at the river. The Constable thinks the other burglar must have long gone by now. Father has improved the house's security, so we all feel safe. But it was quite terrifying at the time.” 

She shuddered and moved closer. Tossing her hair over her shoulders, she took Robert’s injured hand in hers, “Tell me more about what you think of me when you are far away?”

He felt the excitement in his body as she came close. He knew he must be careful here, or his desires would take over his actions. 

He whispered in her ear, “I love you, Anne Turner!”

She pulled herself back from him and looked him in the eyes. She could see he was still smiling, but he was serious. This time he was saying what was on his heart.

She moved forward and let him gently kiss her on the lips. She wanted more but was aware of her father in the adjoining room.  

“I love you too, Robert!” 

He kissed her gently again and then sat back on the couch, contented, “We can go no further than this at present, Anne. Perhaps we could announce something after Fintelton next year.”

Anne was far from convinced, but she felt she must abide by what Robert said. After all, he was several years older than her and must know better. But if they loved each other, why could they not become engaged now? Of course, the family! Robert’s family may not accept her. Why was it always the family when there were aristocratic connections? 

“Why can’t we become engaged, Robert? Do you feel your family will not accept me? You will not be the Earl, so why would this matter if we make a life together?”

“I think my mother and sister will readily accept you now. Did you see how my mother relished talking with the children today? I’m sure she would love grandchildren.”

“We can provide that pleasure for her, Robert!”

“I want that too, my Dearest Anne, but my next mission may be quite dangerous.”

“What danger, Robert?” 

He said quietly, “This next mission - already many men have died. There will be many more in the coming months. I am unsure what the outcome will be. We must wait. I will not marry you and make you a widow.”

Anne looked at him, alarmed, “Please don’t go. There is no need! I need you here where we can be together. You can find a job on the estate. We can find another way. Robert, please, I don’t want you in danger. I don’t want to lose you!”

“You will never lose me! I will always love you!”

He sat back, thinking about how he could explain, “Anne, there is no job free of danger. As a navy man, I must accept this and follow my orders. We will plan our future together once this mission is over and we have met at Fintelton next July. The time will quickly pass, and I will write and perhaps attend the wedding.”

“But you told me you loved me. I love you with all my heart, Robert. I understand that you are a navy man, and there will always be another mission. We both have futures we can combine for our advantage, Darling! So, why not become engaged? At least that would give me some sort of commitment from you. At present, I am left on the shelf with nothing.”

Looking back over his life, Robert's only commitments were honouring his family and his pledge of loyalty to his King and country. Always, he found commitment hard. For him, it was one hundred per cent or nothing. There was nothing in between. He felt the sweat on his brow as Anne pleaded with him. 

He saw the begging in her eyes. He knew he would not see her again for many months, and it was unfair that he declared his love for her without any engagement. But Robert was not only a man of action but also prudent. He realised that he might lose the woman he adored if he left without committing. Robert weighed up both sides of the problem and found he preferred what Anne suggested. If his family disagreed, then hang them. He would suffer the consequences. He may end up a sick old captain on half-pay. Maybe not. 

The Admiral himself advised him to see his lass and get what was needed finished. He wavered. If only he could talk with Neville, he needed guidance. But Robert knew he wanted this wonderful girl in his life forever. It was only fair that he gave her some assurance.

She placed her head on his chest and put her arms around him, “I want you with me forever, Robert. I will not live without your love, no matter where you are.”

Robert made his decision. He slid down onto his knee and sat her up on the couch in front of him. She looked down at him in surprise.

“What are you doing, Robert?”

“Something I should have done long before now. Anne Turner, would you do me the honour of becoming my wife. Of course, next year – I cannot do it before then. After Fintelton. Please, Anne?”

“Yes, Robert, yes! With all my heart!” They both stood up and kissed.

At that point, Jonathan Turner emerged from his study, yawning, and stood there watching this beautiful young couple kissing. 

“Robert, you will need a good explanation for this.”

“Yes, Sir. I have proposed! I have asked your daughter Anne to become my wife, and she has accepted, Sir!”

“That is a good explanation, Robert! I assume it is real from the compassion I am witnessing in front of me?”

Anne was crying for joy. She rushed and hugged and kissed her father. Jonathan smiled and said, “It appears I have given my permission, Robert. Congratulations! I am sure we will enjoy each other’s company. Now tell me, Sir, is this engagement public or not?” 

Robert looked down into Anne’s happy teary eyes as she released Jonathan, hugged Robert again, and said, “I think it would be better public, Sir. I am not sure I could hold the secret much longer than tonight. I will advise my family at Fintelton tomorrow night. I would not ask Anne to withhold this secret from her friends more than a day.”

“Sounds a good plan, Robert. Rest assured, nothing will be mentioned by our family until after tomorrow, allowing you time with your family.”  

“Thank you, Mr Turner. I appreciate that. Dearest Anne, you have made me the happiest man in England tonight. I feel complete now we have become engaged. Do you feel relieved?”

“Thank you, Robert. I am now complete, as well. We shall marry in the end. I will wait for you!”

“I will come back. I promise. There is nothing in the world that matters more. Now it has been a long weekend. I must go, and you must retire. I will be away early and write and tell of the meeting with my family.”

With that, they walked hand in hand along the hallway. Anne would not let him go, but Robert withdrew his hand, kissed her gently again and made his way across the entrance and down the front steps. She watched him walk down the street and out of sight. Closing the front door, she turned and found her father standing near. 

“He is a gentleman, indeed, Anne.”

“Yes, Father, he is. Sometimes I wish he were not so gentlemanly.”

“Be careful what you wish for Anne. It may come true.”