The Duchess

HUNTER’S LAIR
Epilogue

“But, Vanessa, I do not understand why you want a season in London," George, Viscount Pickford, said pettishly. "Hasn't it always been assumed that you and I would marry one day?"

Lady Vanessa Hunter smiled sweetly at her suitor. "There is no contract between us, Georgie," she said. "And if you mean our parents' fond hopes, put it from your mind. And even if I do decide to marry you one day, I would still want my season in London like every girl of good breeding does. To not go to London for a season would imply that I wasn't good enough to join the yearly husband hunt. People would wonder what was the matter with me that I was married off to my childhood friend so quickly, and without even the tiniest foray into polite society. No. I am going to London."

"Haven't you learned not to argue with her yet?" Lord Charles Hunter asked his best friend. "You won't win anyways. She is very much like Mama, Papa says. Bound and determined to have her own way in all things. I'm certain you can find a nicer girl to marry, Georgie." He grinned at his twin sister wickedly, and when she stuck her tongue out at him he chuckled. "Better start practicing your London manners, miss," he teased her.

"Just remember who was born first," she mocked him. "You wouldn't even be here if you hadn't grabbed onto my ankle."

"But remember who will be the fifth Duke of Sedgwick one day," he countered. "You're just a girl."

"A very rich girl," she snapped.

"Don't be vulgar," he told her.

"There is nothing vulgar about money," she replied.

"Mama!" Lord James Lucian Hunter called to his parent. "Charlie and Vannie are lighting again."

"Telltale!" Vanessa growled threateningly at him.

The Duchess of Sedgwick smiled benignly as she looked out over the lawns of Hunter's Lair. She had wanted a large family, and she had certainly gotten her wish. Her twins had been followed by a second son, named after her late brother. He had been followed by a third son, Henry, a second daughter, Theora, and finally six years ago, another boy, Nigel. It was at six that she and Quinton decided to stop, for they had an heir, a son for the army, one for the navy, and one for the church. Each boy would have a comfortable living, and their girls would be well dowered.

Their friends had been equally fecund. Young George Baird, now Viscount Pickford, had three sisters, and a younger brother. Eunice and Marcus had three children, and Caroline and Dree four. Her father and stepmother had produced no more children after William. Her half brother was a delightful young man, every bit as charming as her father, and unlike so many of his generation William Morgan was industrious. He would take over his father's holdings sooner than later, but at his mother's request he would do two years at Oxford.

They had so much to be thankful for, but in particular that their children had not been affected by the wars England waged with both France and the United States. With luck there would be peace soon on both fronts, although Allegra knew that would greatly disappoint her third son, Harry, who desperately wanted to be a soldier. "You can go out to India," she had told him.

"You are looking quite smug and contented," Allegra heard her husband say as he came to stand by her side.

"I enjoy watching our progeny," she told him with a smile.

"I heard Jamie say Charlie and Vannie were fighting again. What is it about this time?" he chuckled.

"I haven't the faintest idea," Allegra told him. "I find it best to allow our twins to settle their own disputes now that they are al most grown."

"Sixteen going on seventeen is hardly grown," the duke remarked.

"They were probably arguing about Vanessa's season next year," the duchess told her husband. "She wants one. George Baird doesn't want her to have one, but to stay home and marry him, and of course Charlie takes his best friend's part every time. But both my daughters shall have their season in London. I agree with Vanessa."

"Vannie doesn't love George," their about-to-be-ten-year-old daughter said. "She won't marry him, but I will one day."

"Will you, Theora," the duke said with an indulgent smile.

"Yes, Papa, 1 will," Theora responded. "Vannie will marry someone dark and dangerous who is as stubborn as she is." Then the young girl turned to her seven-year-old brother. "Come on, Nigel. Let's go to the stables and see if Marvelette has foaled yet." She took her littlest brother's hand, and together they strolled off.

"If that don't beat all," the duke said, slapping his knee. "And I believe the little minx will have George Baird one day if she really wants him." He laughed. "But you're right, Duchess, both our girls will have their seasons. A gel is better for it, I believe."

"Ohh, yes," Allegra agreed. "Just look how well I did in my season when the richest girl in England married the lord with the bluest blood."

"And they lived happily ever after," the duke said softly, bending to kiss the top of her head.

"They did," Allegra agreed, standing up and slipping her arms about his neck to kiss his lips. "Indeed they did, my darling duke. They lived happily ever after forever and a day."

"Even beyond that," he told her.

"I like that better," Allegra said softly.

"So do I," Quinton Hunter said, kissing his wife to show her how very much he meant it. And he did.