doesnât really.â
âAnd I do.â It was half a question, half a statement.
âYouâve more reason. Anyway,â she added briskly, âPeteâs got his mum for moral support. She can hold his hand.â
Ash remembered the encounter on the landing. âOnly if he scrubs it first,â he muttered, and Hazel laughed. Ash grinned, a little shame-faced. âIâm fine. Really. I think we should stay, at least for a day or two. We shouldnât leave Pete to deal with this on his own while heâs still in shock. I donât think either his mother or Sperrin is likely to be much help to him.â
Hazel agreed. âWhat did you make of our countess, then?â Ash thought from the sly tone of her voice she was hoping for an indiscretion.
âIsnât she a dowager countess? Since her husbandâs dead?â
âNo, sheâs the countess until Pete marries. Then she becomes the dowager, to avoid confusion.â
Ash didnât want to give offense. He knew Hazel had connections with these people that could not be explained in practical modern terms. And, so far as he could see, she counted the earl a genuine friend. But she had asked. âShe doesnât seem an easy woman to like.â
Hazel wasnât offended. âThatâs because she isnât. She and the old earl were like chalk and cheese. He loved Byrfield, loved everything and everyone about it. Sheâs always thought of it as a rather big piece of jewelry, something to flash and make the other countesses jealous.â
âIt makes you wonder what they saw in each other.â
Hazel stared at him, wonderingânot for the first timeâhow an intelligent man could be so dense. âShe saw a title and a historic house. He saw enough money to help him keep them together.â
Ash couldnât help feeling a little shocked. And yet, that was the realityâthat something like Byrfield was always going to need more income than it was capable of generating. An heiress every few generations was probably as vital to its survival as the phone number of a good woodworm operative. He shrugged helplessly. âI suppose, if they were both satisfied with the arrangementâ¦â
âThey both did what was required of them, anyway. They preserved Byrfield, and they produced an heir. Eventually.â
âWhat was he like?â asked Ash. âPeteâs dad. The ⦠somethingth earl?â
âTwenty-seventh,â said Hazel with a smile. âPeteâs the twenty-eighth. He was very like Pete. Not to look atâhe was short and tubbyâbut in personality. He was a very kind man. He put a value on people, and if he could help them, he did. Like David Sperrin. The old earl helped him get to university. He was a good man, and a good earl. No one around here has a bad word to say about him.â
Ash glanced back, but theyâd walked far enough from the house not to be overheard. âBut people arenât as fond of the countess?â
âLetâs just say she never courted popularity,â said Hazel. âPeople whose families had farmed the estate for generations objected to the way she behaved as if she owned the place.â She caught his expression and laughed. âYes, I knowâtechnically speaking, she did. But her father was a supermarket magnate, and thereâs nothing that the ancient poor like less than the new rich. So the tenant farmers and their laborers gathered in the saloon bar of the Spotted Pig in Burford to scowl into their beer and ask one another, âWhom do her think she is? Herâs nobbut a grocerâs daughter.ââ
Ash laughed out loud. âFunnily enough, PatienceââHazelâs curious eyebrow warned him just in time that heâd strayed onto shaky ground, and he edited as he went alongââlooked as if she was thinking much the same.â
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