Never Miss a Chance
“said Aunt Prue as the carriage came through the forest, finally giving them a clear view of Riverton Farms. “It rivals even Lynwood Manor in beauty.”
The view was indeed breathtaking. But, even more than that, the vast property reminded Lizzie of the many responsibilities she’d be taking on as the new Marchioness of Riverton. Her Aunt Agatha had spent an interminable morning with her the day before, first lecturing her on the complete impropriety of her treatise and how she was fortunate indeed that Riverton had not cried off, leaving her completely unmarriageable. Then she’d droned on and on about the many duties of a wife – except for the marital ones Lizzie wanted to hear about most. Lizzie looked out the carriage window at the enormous stone mansion that must be at least three hundred years old. The name Riverton Farms was accurate insomuch as the estate was a major producer of agricultural products. Tenant farms were well run and known for the quality of their crops. But ...the principal residence looked more like a royal retreat than a place where one organized a great farm. Lizzie wondered what Riverton wore when he was here. He was always so formally dressed in London. Did he ever venture out without a jacket here? Wear only shirtsleeves with a loosened cravat? She suddenly wished he were here, instead of tending to a crisis on another estate. She would like to see this land through his eyes. She wanted to observe the man on his own land, with his own people.MoreLess
The view was indeed breathtaking. But, even more than that, the vast property reminded Lizzie of the many responsibilities she’d be taking on as the new Marchioness of Riverton. Her Aunt Agatha had spent an interminable morning with her the day before, first lecturing her on the complete impropriety of her treatise and how she was fortunate indeed that Riverton had not cried off, leaving her completely unmarriageable. Then she’d droned on and on about the many duties of a wife – except for the marital ones Lizzie wanted to hear about most. Lizzie looked out the carriage window at the enormous stone mansion that must be at least three hundred years old. The name Riverton Farms was accurate insomuch as the estate was a major producer of agricultural products. Tenant farms were well run and known for the quality of their crops. But ...the principal residence looked more like a royal retreat than a place where one organized a great farm. Lizzie wondered what Riverton wore when he was here. He was always so formally dressed in London. Did he ever venture out without a jacket here? Wear only shirtsleeves with a loosened cravat? She suddenly wished he were here, instead of tending to a crisis on another estate. She would like to see this land through his eyes. She wanted to observe the man on his own land, with his own people.MoreLess
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