The duke chuckled, and turned to his wife. “You have a devious and clever father, my darling.”
“As long as the country is well run,” Lord Morgan said, “I am content.” He looked closely at his daughter, and what he saw pleased him greatly. Sirena had written that Allegra had fallen in love with her husband, who was already in love with her, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, he was happier. They had only been atHunter’s Lair overnight for his daughter’s birthday, and he had had no real chance to observe the pair. Olympia would be delighted, for it was really she who had engineered the match with Lady Bellingham’s aid.
“When will you leave us, Papa?” Allegra asked him.
“In two or three days, my child, but I am leaving Charles Trent behind to oversee my business. He will be a shadow, of course, but should you entertain, he will be an excellent extra gentleman for the table. He has offered to tuck in at my offices, but I said you would not hear of it.”
“No, no,” Allegra agreed. “He must remain here in his own rooms.”
The next morning while her father and husband had gone off to the House of Lords, Allegra sat down with Charles Trent. “It will be expected that I give anat home,” she said. “How long will it take to arrange the invitations? I assume you know to whom my cards should be sent? We do not intend to remain in London long, but I know that as the Duchess of Sedgwick I cannot come and not have anat home.”
“The invitations are already engraved, Your Grace,” Mr. Trent answered her. “It only remains for you to choose the day. Might I suggest the last day of February?”
“We intend leaving shortly afterward,” Allegra said thoughtfully. “How ridiculous that we must give people a month’s notice. Sirena and I went to severalat homeslast season. What a silly custom. You push into a huge crush of people, remain only fifteen minutes, and then leave. There is no food, no drink, no entertainment at all. And your levee is not considered a success at all unless at least one woman faints dead away, and the crowds are overwhelming. I do not see the point of itall. Still, it is the fashionable thing to do, and so I must. I would not want the gossips saying I was not worthy of my husband’s name and title.”
“I am inclined to agree with Your Grace on both counts,” Mr. Trent said with a small smile. “It is ridiculous, but the gossips will indeed cry you are ill-bred if you do not do it. Shall we say the last day of February?”
“No, make it the twentieth, if it is not a Sunday,” Allegra said. “Then at least we will have a pleasant final week in town.”
“Very good, Your Grace,” Mr. Trent answered.
“How odd to hear you call me that instead of Miss Allegra,” she replied. “I am still not used to such grandeur, although here in London I suppose I must play the role to the hilt.”
“Indeed you must,” he advised her. “Wealth and position mean a great deal to most of the people with whom you will have to associate while you are in town,Your Grace. In one short season you have climbed from the bottom of the tree to the top of the tree. There will be many who still resent it, completely overlooking the fact that it is your wealth, and the duke’s family, that have made you such a perfect match. You do, however, have an excellent friend in Lady Bellingham.”
“Is she in town yet, Mr. Trent?”
“I believe she arrived with her husband several days ago.”
“Please send her an invitation to tea tomorrow,” Allegra instructed her father’s personal secretary.
“Of course, Your Grace,” Mr. Trent replied.
The duke and Lord Morgan returned from Parliament’s opening late in the afternoon. Allegra had tea served in the smaller green drawing room. Marker set the large silver tray on a table before the young duchess, and then stepped back politely. Allegra pouredthe fragrant India tea into French Sèvres cups for her husband and her father, while a footman passed around the crystal plates holding bread and butter, and small cakes filled with fruit that had been iced with a white sugar icing.
“Was it interesting?” she asked the two men.
“There is a small visitors’ gallery,” her father said. “Any day that you and your friends would like to visit, I shall arrange it. Depending on what they choose to argue about makes it interesting, or else deadly dull. Today the king opened the session, and while colorful, it is usually quite boring. I must say the day lived up to its promise, eh, Quinton?” he finished, his eyes twinkling as he looked at his son-in-law.
“Indeed,” the duke replied. “The Whigs are out of power right now, and seem to become more radical with each passing day. All they can talk about is reform, reform, reform. That usually involves taking from those who work hard, and giving it to those who do not. Since many of the more prominent Whigs are wealthy men, you can be certain they will not penalize themselves.”
“But there is much poverty, especially here in the city,” Allegra said. “I have seen it myself.”
“You can be sure the government will do only what they are forced into to care for the poor,” her father said dryly.
“But what about the Tories?” Allegra asked.
“They are more conservative,” the duke replied. “They have, since their inception in the sixteen hundreds, favored the Stuarts, and opposed any attempts to deny our Roman Catholic citizens their rights. When King James II was overthrown in what the historians like to callthe Glorious Revolution, and his daughter Mary came to England to rule with her Dutch husband, the Tories favored the Jacobite cause. But they were notaverse to the Hanoverian succession after Queen Anne died. The Whigs, however, used the Tories’ former Jacobite leanings against them. Tories were very neatly excluded from government by the first two Georges. The current Prime Minister, Mr. Pitt the younger, has changed all of that,” the duke said.
“How?” Allegra asked her husband.
“Now, my pretty darling,” the duke responded patting her cheek, “certainly you don’t want to fill your pretty head with such stuff as politics.”
Lord Morgan watched amused as he saw his daughter stiffen her spine, an irritated look crossing her pretty face, her eyes becoming hard with her annoyance.
“Quinton,” she said in a soft, well-modulated voice, “if you do not answer my question, I shall smack you. If I were not interested, I should not have asked. Surely you know better by now than to classify me with those silly creatures who flutter about our world giggling, and fluttering their eyelashes and swooning at the drop of a hat.”
At first startled by his wife’s suggestion of violence, the duke then recovered and said, “Mr. Pitt has done many good things for England, Allegra. He managed to place the East India Company under government control, which is much better for trade. He has tried to ease the problems in the Canadian colony, which as you certainly know is peopled by both English and French colonists. He did this by dividing it into Lower Canada, which is predominantly peopled by the French, and Upper Canada, which is English speaking. He has reduced customs duties which has undoubtedly been of great help to your papa’s business ventures. He has established asinking fund, which takes a percentage of the government’s revenues, and uses it to pay off the government’s debts. Not all of it, of course, but some. Ofcourse the trick is to keep the politicians from using the sinking funds for other purposes instead of the ones that they’re intended to cover.
