Page 72 of The Gentlewoman Companion

“They fit. He’s simply never worn shoes before,” Margaret said.

“Ah. Perhaps we might start with slippers. For now.” James addressed Samuel. “Why don’t you find Graham and ask him to take you to the stables, though you will have to wear shoes for that.”

“I’d rather go with him, my lord. I’d hate for him to get into trouble.” Even as Margaret spoke, the boy darted out of the room, barefooted.

“I’m not worried. Graham is never far away and will like nothing more than to show him the horses. He may even convince the boy to wear his boots.” This seemed to satisfy Margaret, who sat back down. “The servants are good-natured, but Samuel must have a proper focus for his energies. What would you think of my hiring a tutor?”

“We’d best be moving back home. Besides, your ‘good-natured’ servants are talking. The story about our being relations of your vicar only causes questions.”

“I have thought a lot about this, Margaret. If I claim him as my ward and provide him with proper schooling, he will have opportunities not available in Rosemary Lane.”

She crossed her arms but did not protest. At last, his arguments were starting to get through to her. Or perhaps she could sense his genuine concern for the boy—and for her.

“Now that is settled, I wonder if you would do me a small favor. The lady’s maid is taking care of Susan. Would you mind doing her mending?”

“I would not say it is settled, but we can discuss it another time. I am only too pleased to help with the sewing.” Her countenance brightened. Louisa must have realized how excited his sister would be at the prospect of a sewing project. Perhaps he should arrange for her to spend a little more time with him and Louisa; the two seemed to get along quite well.

“Would you like to ride with me this afternoon? Louisa and some of our friends are joining us, and I am sure we can find room for you.”

A rare smile stole over her face. “Hah! Fancy me prancing around Hyde Park. No, thank you. I will stay here with Samuel. The mending will keep me occupied.”

“I do not wish you to begin acting as a servant, Margaret. Consider allowing me to introduce you to society.”

She scoffed. “Your people would never accept an illegitimate into their circles.”

The words stung, but she was correct. “I will claim you as a ward.”

“I will consider allowing you to help Samuel, but you needn’t worry about me.”

“I know you have little reason to trust me, but I promise you: I will not abandon you as our father did.”

She opened her mouth, likely to contest the assertion, but closed it again and let him leave with only a tight smile.