Chapter 28
Six months after both Aunt Cecily and Arabella married the men of their dreams and left me in peace, the Post arrived with a letter from the older woman. I eyed it with some trepidation, wondering about what it could hold this time. Of late she’d taken to hinting broadly that it was time I seek a bride and set up my nursery.
Well, turning it over in my hands wouldn’t get it read, so I nodded toward David, murmured my thanks, and took the letter to my study. Once there, I closed the door, broke the seal, and began perusing it.
After making innocuous inquiries about my health and the state of Fayerweather, Aunt Cecily wrote,
Arabella is increasing, and of course Arthur is over the moon about the impending birth. Only fancy, Ashton! You’re going to be an uncle—
Actually, I
