On his next visit to his club, Edward found a letter waiting for him. He noted his father's seal, and delayed opening the envelope until he'd played three games of racquets, eaten a hearty lunch, and sampled two glasses of a particularly fine port.
After a brief line of congratulations – peevishly implying that he might have advised his father of the happy event sooner – the missive laid out his father's position in no uncertain terms. Edward would doubtless want to return to his previous dissolute ways as soon as he humanly could. His wife (the Duke's emphasis) would want to be reunited with her own people, rather than stay any longer in a foreign country amongst people with whom she had little in common. The obvious solution was for the child to be raised at Carsingthorpe Lodge: could Edward please advise a date for this to be accomplished, in order for staff to be hired and his mother forewarned.
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