‘Because of the entail.’ His grandfather shook his head. ‘It’s a bad business altogether. Cruel, really. We just have to wait and see whether the widow has a boy or a girl.’
‘Well, I wish that she’d hurry and make up her mind.’ Lady Jarrow snorted contemptuously. ‘I had a boy first and a girl second because that’s what I wanted. It’s all a question of mind over matter.’
‘In which case, she’ll have a boy for certain, my dear.’
‘Only if she has a strong enough will, which I doubt. I met her once and she seemed insipid. No interest in horses at all. She hasn’t even had the decency to reply to Samuel’s letter.’
‘What could she say, Grandmother?’ Samuel shifted in his seat uncomfortably. ‘The letter I sent was one of condolence.’
‘She might still have acknowledged the situation. Yes, the entail makes things awkward, but you should be allowed to visit Staunton at least. If the estate turns out to be yours, then you need to know how it’s run.’
‘I’ve no wish to visit Staunton.’
‘Well, somebody should. She could be undermining your inheritance as we speak.’
‘Since it might be her son’s, then I doubt it.’
‘The whole situation is completely ridiculous. Your injury’s recovered, but your life is on hold while we wait for some insipid woman to give birth.’
‘It’s far worse for her. She’s lost her husband and now her whole future depends on the gender of her baby.’ Samuel reached into the tin of biscuits with a sigh. For some reason, the rows of tissue paper looked comforting. ‘I don’t want the inheritance anyway. I just want everything to go back to the way it was a year ago.’
‘A year ago Trafalgar hadn’t happened. You’d still be blockading the English Channel and giving me new wrinkles from worry.’ His grandmother sniffed. ‘Personally I’m glad the Admiralty won’t let you go back to sea until matters are settled. They’re probably worried about drowning a peer of the realm.’
‘It’s not just that.’ Samuel took a bite of biscuit, surprised to find that he liked rosewater flavour even more than cinnamon. ‘The Admiralty thinks that the war at sea is over and all the fighting will be on land from now on. They’re trying to get captains off the payroll, no matter what they say about my duty to Staunton.’
‘None the less, I’m afraid they’re right about it, my boy.’ His grandfather threw him a sympathetic look. ‘If you do inherit, then you have a duty to look after the estate, not to mention all the tenants who live there. You’re the last man standing, so to speak, on your father’s side of the family anyway.’
Samuel rubbed a hand over his forehead. ‘That’s what’s so strange about it. My father’s father and brother never wanted anything to do with me. They’ve practically disowned me since birth, yet now I’m the heir to some cousin I’ve never even met.’
‘Stranger things have happened.’
‘If they didn’t want it to happen then they should have had more sons themselves!’ There was an iron glint in his grandmother’s eye. ‘This is all their own doing.’
‘Perhaps they oughtn’t to have died either, my dear. That was rather weak-willed of them, too, don’t you think?’
Samuel made a wry face as his grandfather winked at him. ‘Their lawyers must have scoured the entire family tree looking for somebody else to inherit.’
‘Perhaps, but the law’s the law. You’re the heir, whether people like it or not.’
‘If it’s a girl.’
‘Well, I for one hope that it is,’ his grandmother declared. ‘It’ll be a poke in the eye for anyone who ever cut you in society. I might not have approved of your father, which is a ludicrous understatement, but I always said that my daughter was free to make her own choices, however unutterably stupid.’ Her face softened. ‘But their marriage did give us you so I suppose it wasn’t all bad. Now we just need to get you established and breeding heirs of your own.’
‘Grandmother,’ Samuel groaned. ‘I’ll inherit the earldom if I really must, but I draw the line at starting a dynasty.’
‘You’ll have to someday.’
‘Not necessarily and definitely not straight away.’
‘Pshaw, now you’re being selfish. All I want is another little boy like you, even if I’ll be too old to raise him myself this time.’
Samuel smiled affectionately. For all his grandmother’s strong opinions, he couldn’t have asked for a better surrogate mother. ‘In that case, how can I refuse to wear my uniform on Monday? Just this once.’
‘Excellent.’ Lady Jarrow looked satisfied. ‘And I wouldn’t be surprised if the Pump Rooms are slightly busier than usual. News of a certain eligible bachelor’s presence in Bath has already spread. I should imagine that several debutantes are on their way here as we speak.’
‘Good grief, aren’t there enough prospective husbands in London?’
‘Not enough to go around, apparently. Besides, the Season hasn’t started yet.’