“We shall be late to breakfast,” Judith warned as Evan helped her carry the pile of packages from the stable to the house.
“I’m sure there’ll be something left for us. Then we will go riding and see if that habit looks as good with you on horseback as it did in the shop.”
Judith thanked him hastily and ran up the stairs with her plunder, leaving Evan to find the breakfast parlor on his own. The main hall ran from front to back; cross halls ran the length of the house. Evan opened several doors on the north end of the house before concluding that the shrouded ballroom, salons and drawing room were not much used. If they had been in use when he was a boy, he could only think that he had been barred from them, for nothing looked familiar. The south end of the house contained the library and dining room, what looked like a morning room full of sewing baskets and, finally, the breakfast parlor.
“Where the devil have you been?” Lord Mountjoy demanded of Evan as he sat down.
“Exeter, shopping. We have bought you some tobacco.”
“What nonsense! Haring off first thing in the morning to go shopping. I said I had things to discuss with you.”
“Oh, did you mean this morning?”
“Of course I meant this morning.”
“Could you please pass the ham?” Evan asked of Judith, who had just slipped in and seated herself.
“I want you in the library directly after we’ve eaten.”
“Sorry, I have an appointment,” Evan replied.
“A what? A what?” his father sputtered.
“Evan, it can wait—” Judith started to say.
“Judith has promised to show me the countryside.”
Lady Mountjoy frowned at her sister, and Angel increased her pout. Evan could not help noticing that Angel was dressed in a new muslin of the latest cut, and thought perhaps she was expecting a compliment.
“I should be available in an hour or two if that is convenient.”
“No, it is not! You be in the library in ten minutes—ten minutes!”
“No, I don’t think I can manage that. I suppose tomorrow will do as well.”
“No, it will not.” Lord Mountjoy threw down his fork and left the table. Evan merely cocked an eyebrow at his fuming exit.
“Now see what you have done.” Lady Mountjoy rose from the table and with a penetrating stare commanded her sisters to come with her. Angel went in a pet, but Judith sat gazing at her plate.
“We do make a spectacle, don’t we?” Evan asked of Judith.
“Evan, please have this meeting with him. We can go riding afterward. Besides, it will take me an hour to change.”
“I see,” he said suspiciously. She rose then, forcing him to do so, and he walked with her into the hall. She ran up the stairs, but turned to look back at him with an admonishing expression.
“I’m going. I’m going,” he promised with a laugh and went to knock at the library door.
“Come!”
Evan entered the room as he would that of a commanding officer who had sent for him without telling him why.
“So you have finally found it convenient to talk to me?”
“I’m sorry. I did try to be civil, but I am so unused to it, it is a bit of a strain.”
“For me as well. Look that over and tell me what you think.” His father tossed a document across the desk.
Evan sat down and read for a moment only before he said, “This isn’t Gram’s will. It’s yours. Why do you want me to read this?”
“Just read! You did learn that at your expensive school, didn’t you?”
Evan sighed and read slowly through the document, not believing any of it.
“Have you finished?”
Evan jerked as he had always done at the sound of his father’s voice, bursting on the silence like a shot. It was a habit he resented. If the French cannonading had not made him blink, why did this old man set his nerves on edge? “Yes, I’ve finished, but I don’t understand it.”
“I had thought you intelligent enough to comprehend a simple testament—”
“I mean, why me? Do you really mean to leave everything to me, when we have not spoken for ten years? Surely Terry has a better claim on you. If not Terry, then Thomas.”
“Thomas is as yet unformed and too young to worry over. Terence is…not like you.”
“Which is to say he does not drive you to the verge of apoplexy.”
Lord Mountjoy gave a grudging smile. “No, he does not. In fact, he agrees with every judgment I pronounce, even if I am dead wrong.”
“Are you?”
“What?”
“Ever wrong?”
Lord Mountjoy leaned back in his chair and braced his elbows on the arms, his fingers propped together in a steeple as he regarded Evan. “More than once I have erred quite fantastically, especially where you were concerned. I feared I would never have a chance to set that right.”
“If you mean to buy my loyalty after all those years of neglect, you cannot.” Evan resisted the impulse to fling the document in his father’s face, but merely laid it on the edge of the desk.
“I had no such thought. I am merely doing what is best for Meremont and everyone concerned. I have already spoken to Terry about it.”
“Let me guess—he agreed with you.”
“He is the most exasperating boy in that respect. Yes, he did.”
Suddenly Evan chuckled. “This is absurd. We should never get along.”
“I do not expect us to. In fact, I don’t want you under the same roof with me. Even I cannot take being rubbed raw at every meal. You may refurbish the dower house for your own until my death, then I’m sure you will give it over to Lady Mountjoy for her use.”
“A rather bleak future for a young mother. I wish you a long and prosperous life, Father.”
“She is not the most biddable of women, but she does give in to me.”
“Not too soon, I hope. Otherwise, you might hold her in the same regard as Terry.”
“No, we have had some rare battles, especially over you.”
“Indeed. I still don’t see what you want with me.”
“I don’t want someone who only agrees with me. I want someone who knows about things. The buildings need repairs. We need a new bridge over the stream to get our crops to market. I want to build a canal—”
“A what?”
“A canal to the Exe. I have bought up almost all the land I need.”
“Oh, no, Father. Not a canal. Have you any idea of the expense?”
“Some idea, but I’m sure you can work that out exactly…Don’t argue for just one moment, until I finish my thought. I also want someone who will disagree with me when the need arises.”
“And not out of mere playfulness?”
“Do you imagine we could ever be on such a footing?” His father looked at him intently.
Evan took a moment over his answer, sighing heavily at the wasted years behind him. Then he thought of Judith and smiled. “I can imagine it, with the right woman to keep us from each other’s throats, but I do not think