"But surely Uncle Hugh wanted to marry Aunt Julia?"
"He wanted to do right by everyone – and that's not always the same thing. He should have stuck with his painting and his university studies until he'd had time to properly forget about the war, and then found himself a nice steady, mature woman to settle down with. It's not like there weren't almost as many young widows out there of his status as those had been married to men in the ranks – Lady Kathleen from up the road, before she got herself killed, for a start. Though I doubt your grandmother would have accepted a Roman Catholic into the family, no matter how high and mighty her background."
Rupert held back all the comments that sprang to mind about his own family and upbringing. He thought he might ride over to Chatsworth one day when he wasn't busy elsewhere, and lay flowers on the grave of Lady Kathleen, who had been a Kennedy. Mama would appreciate the gesture.
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