I encountered our new estate manager, who I (rightly) suspected had a bit of a pash for me. Young man, fresh and earnest, straight out of agricultural college. Not that I was remotely interested. There was only one thing I wanted from him!
After luring him to my room, the poor sap could not resist my young charms, and before he knew it, we were At It for all we were worth.
And then, finally, I was With Child.
And that bloody annoying Estate Manager was beside himself at taking my "virtue", and begged me to marry him, to make an honest woman of me. I mean, bless him. He finally got on my tits, and I got Daddy to get rid of him. We were on the verge of bankcruptcy by then anyway. And of course, I was hoping to marry Basil. I was sure he would stand by me. Bloody fool!
As it happened, the day I told him was the day he was to announce his engagement to The Honourable Cynthia Ponsoby-Lech.
"Marjorie, you bloody liar!", Basil de Farmer bellowed (back in the present day). "You know that child's mine!"
"No, she is not."
It was the Estate Manager who had walked into the room.
"Marjorie's telling the truth. Lavinia is my child!"
It was the Estate Manager who had walked into the room.
"Marjorie's telling the truth. Lavinia is my child!"
Groan!
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