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High Matcham, Berkshire, November 1808
For mid-November, the weather was exceedingly friendly. The storm front that had nearly sealed the fate of the crippled Malta had finally run its course, and for now, the sun made daily appearances. Tony felt elated after spending the morning with Mr. Brown inspecting the lands. Woodbridge Manor was restored to its former splendour and the lands belonging to the property had turned in a decent harvest. Tony had been so delighted that he gave Mr. Brown a sizeable bonus payment for his excellent work.
Now he sat in Harriet’s company in their upstairs bedroom, holding her hand and watching the wet nurse who was feeding little Eleanor. She was three days old and from what they could see she was healthy and strong. Briefly overwhelmed with love and pride, he kissed Harriet’s hand.
“I know,” she said happily, returning the pressure. “We are so lucky.”
“I hope your parents will be able to make it,” Tony said offhandedly.
“Oh, they will, never doubt them. Can you imagine my mother missing her first granddaughter’s baptism?”
“No, not really,” Tony conceded. “I hope your father will be able to come, too.”
“You want to speak to him about your plans.”
It was a statement, not a question. The evening before, Tony had told Harriet about his plan to lay down Asia’s command, in fact, to ‘go private’ for a spell. He had expected her to protest, to point out the possible damage to his career or to their social position, but she had surprised him. With a look full of love, she had pulled him close and said, ‘That would be so wonderful!’. Now it remained to be seen how his mentor reacted to Tony’s plans.
Hoof beat could be heard outside, and Tony stepped to the window. Down in the court yard, a single dragoon was seen. He dismounted and approached the entrance on stiff legs.
“I believe I am needed downstairs, darling,” Tony told Harriet. “I’ll be back presently.”
The dragoon was carrying a message. Tony signed a receipt and received a tarred envelope bearing Maynard’s seal. Not knowing whether he would have to send back an answer, he sent the man to the kitchen to have a hearty meal. One of the grooms tended the horse and the dragoon retired happily.
Tony tore open the envelope to find a single sheet of paper in the hand of Maynard’s secretary. It was brief and to the point.
HMS AsiaPortsmouth Harbour
November 18, AD 1808
To Captain Sir Anthony Carter, KB
High Matcham, Berkshire
Dear Sir Anthony,
this to let you know that our sailing will be delayed. I have received orders to appear at Court Wednesday next, and we shall detour to Woodbridge Manor on our way to London. I have not seen the house yet, but my wife tells me the nicest things about it and about the neighbours.
I therefore ask you to extend your leave until Friday next, by which time we shall return from London. We shall endeavour to call upon you and Lady Carter once we arrive at Woodbridge Manor, in the hope of hearing good news.
Your obedient servant
William Maynard,
Rear Admiral of the Blue and Squadron Commander
Now, that was good news indeed. Maynard was being knighted with almost unseemly haste, but then again, his father must have influence at court and in the ministry, Tony assumed. The way the order was expanding, there would be problems fitting all the members into Westminster Abbey for their annual service. This was not his problem and he shrugged it off.
No answer was needed for the Dragoon could not be expected to make the return trip on the same day. Dusk was approaching already. He asked Nadine Blacket to see to it that the man had a place to sleep and then he returned to Harriet’s room. Little Eleanor was in Harriet’s arms whilst Richard and Emily looked on with great interest. Tony thought he could see a reddish hair colour on the tiny girl, and he smiled. He definitely liked redheads. Harriet smiled up at him.
“She just finished drinking, and Emily helped to change her nappies.”
Emily nodded proudly. Tony knelt in front of his adopted daughter.
“How is Jenny’s little boy?”
Emily beamed.
“He is sooo tiny. Jenny let me hold him, and he did not cry.”
“Do you know his name?”
“Jenny said he’ll be named Frederick, after Eric’s father.”
“Have you seen Frederick, Richard?” Tony asked his son, but the boy looked at him with big eyes and shook his head. Again, Tony felt a pang of his conscience. Tentatively, he tousled the boy’s hair. “You’ll see him, I’m sure. How about you hold Eleanor?”
There! Richard cast a long look at his mother and his baby sister. Tony lifted him up easily and placed him at Harriet’s side. Smilingly, Harriet sat the tiny girl between Richard’s legs. The two-year-old boy put his arms around his baby sister and laughed happily whilst little Eleanor decided to be sleepy. Tony and Harriet watched with silly grins as Richard manly kept his sister from falling over.
“I can stay longer, dear,” Tony told his wife. “Maynard will get his knighthood. He has to report to St. James Palace next Wednesday. They will deviate to Woodbridge on the way to London and probably pay a call.”
“Oh dear,” Harriet sighed. “Well, if this lets me keep you for a few days more, I can stand a social call. Perhaps, we should at least issue an invitation to the baptism?”
“That’s a good idea. I can send a billet to that effect to Woodbridge.”
Indeed, a day later, the visitors began to arrive. First came the Lamberts, and Eleanor Lambert told them time and again how much little Eleanor looked like Harriet when she was little. Sir Richard watched his wife’s emotional surge with an amused smile, but when his turn came to hold the infant girl, he, too, had to blink away some moisture in his eyes.
The next arrival was Moira Palmer, her own infant son accompanying her together with a nurse. Captain Palmer was at sea, but Moira declared laughingly that she would not miss the baptism for the world. She also conveyed the felicitations from her father-in-law, Lord Brougham. With an heir born and his second son in a happy marriage, Lord Brougham was slowly getting over the death of his firstborn.
Then, early in the afternoon, a gaily decorated coach pulled into the courtyard and from it emerged a radiant Anita Heyworth. Accompanying her was a Mr. Spencer Penrose, Anita’s first ever acknowledged paramour and an important official at the Foreign Ministry. His father was a leading Tory in the House of Lords and his oldest brother served as British envoy at the Portuguese Court in Rio de Janeiro. Anita had indeed moved up in the world. Tony’s jealousy was a little pricked, but soon he picked up on certain mannerisms of Mr. Penrose. For instance, there was a certain way that he touched his secretary’s arm when addressing him that bespoke an unconventional intimacy. Tony’s discomfort vanished immediately. Anita was playing a role, probably well paid, to serve as a beard for Mr. Penrose’s true orientation.
Outwardly, Tony hid what he felt or perceived. He, too, played his role as host as best he could, but Harriet would not be fooled. He caught a wink or two from her, delivered with her trademark knowing smile, and he could not help but grin back at her, like a schoolboy caught with the hand in the cookie jar.
They were a little stretched for available room with so many visitors, especially since Mr. Penrose made it clear that Miss Heyworth’s reputation should not be tainted by her spending the night in the same room with him. Tony very nearly broke out laughing when Penrose alleviated the spacial constraints by volunteering his secretary to sleep on a pallet in his room. Instead, he thanked Penrose sincerely for the consideration. At this point, Anita looked through Tony’s facade, too, and gave him a short, amused shrug.
It was already dark when the Maynards paid their call, promising to attend the baptism on Sunday and staying for the dinner. For the first time, Tony and Harriet entertained a dinner party in their country home. Nadine Blacket had outdone herself, and the party went on merrily for over three hours. At that point, Harriet claimed fatigue, not surprisingly, but her gaggle of female friends would not leave her alone and went up into her boudoir with her.
This left Tony and all the gentlemen visitors to fend for themselves, with the exception of Lady Lambert who laughingly declared that she was too old to join the “girls”. Cigars were passed around and the wine carafes circled the table in a lively manner. To Tony’s surprise, Penrose was a well-versed man in all affairs of the Iberian peninsula, and soon, the discussion centred mostly on the situation there. Now that Wellesley had been exonerated by a court-martial, there was talk of him rejoining the army that had been ably led by Sir John Moore.
At one point, Tony’s acquaintance with His Excellency Don Alonso Christobal Ruiz de Costa y Torquena, His Most Catholic Majesty’s Governor of Cartagena, was mentioned and duly noted by Mr. Penrose as something that might be useful for British interest in the region. Little did Tony know at this time that this chance encounter would have a significant impact on his life and career.
It was close to midnight when Margaret Maynard returned from Harriet’s boudoir and the Maynards left for Woodbridge Manor. This was a signal for the others to retire, too. Nadine roused a few servants to help clear the dinner hall, and Tony made his way upstairs. The other women had left Harriet, save for Anita who could not look at Tony. He picked up on a certain uneasiness, and he was worried. Harriet spoke up immediately.
“Tony, my dear, I suppose you picked up on Mr. Penrose?”
“You mean, Mr. Penrose and his secretary?” Tony asked back, shrugging. “That was quite obvious, wasn’t it?”
Anita had a lopsided smile on her lips.
“Yes, it was. It always is. I don’t know why he pays me for this charade. There isn’t a single person in London who believes our pretences.”
“Why are you even putting up with this?” Tony asked cautiously.
“He’s paying me a fortune. I mean, my salary as his paramour helps me keep my house.”
“Why would you need that, Anita? You are London’s first actress,” Tony cut in.
“Oh yes, I was. I am having problems, though. One of the money people was after me, called on me on the weekends, called on me at night. When I did not give in, he got his revenge. I cannot find roles. The troupes won’t consider me anymore. It does not help that I have my admirers, my enemy is already spreading rumours that I am being difficult. With Penrose’s money, I can found my own troupe. I can even buy an interest in a theatre, and then nobody can keep me off the stage. It is just not very dignified.”
“Anita, say no more! How much will you need?”
“Taking money from you is not much better than taking money from Spencer. At least, I’m doing something for him in return. I much doubt that Harriet would appreciate a similar agreement with you.”
“Still, my offer stands, Anita, and nobody would need to know about it either.”
“Let me consider it, Tony. I know you mean well, but I would hate to make Spencer your enemy. It would be conspicuous if I broke our agreement after spending the weekend with you.”
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