will stand us all champagne.â
âNever mind a few sips of champagne,â Mr. Kimball said. âIf it is a boy, there will be brown ale enough for young Frederick here to swim in.â
Frederick didnât know how to swim even in water. He didnât see any sense whatever in trying to swim in ale, but before he could say so, Rose looked up from her plate frowning a little. âThe nursery wants a good cleaning before then.â
âThe nursery is clean this minute, Rose,â Nancy said. âOnly this morning, I swept the hearth myself. Spick-and-span, it is. The king himself couldnât ask for a cleaner nursery.â
âThe quiet of the countryside, thatâs what her ladyship needs,â Mr. Kimball said. âGood food, plenty of rest, and no fretting. We must all work hard to see Lady Schofield is well taken care of. A healthy child, safely delivered, means everything to the future of this familyâand therefore to our own future here in the household.â
â When in November do they expect the baby?â asked Rose. âThe fifth of November would be good. Bonfire Night.â
Nancy giggled. âBefore the carriage was put away, the stable boys were making bets on the birth date. Go to them if you want a wager. You can pick the date or just bet if it will be a boy or a girl.â
âMuch good a girl would do us,â said Rose. âOnly a boy can inherit the title.â
âStop it!â said Bess. âItâs only August. Months and months to go. Anything might go wrong in the meantime. Anything!â
âQuite right,â said Mrs. Dutton. âBad luck to behave as if this is all safely settled. Think of the trouble the poor lamb has had in the past.â
âMore than bad luck,â said Mr. Kimball, âit is bad form. The peace and quiet of the countryside is all very well when doctors prescribe it to their patients. Donât make the mistake of thinking anyone has prescribed it for us. Our standards do not drop merely because we are away from London. Rose and Nancy, must I order you to leave the table? Stop that giggling.â
âWhat trouble has Lady Schofield had?â Frederick leaned close enough to murmur to Bess. âWhat did you mean, anything might go wrong?â
Softly, Bess explained to Frederick. âThis is the second time Lady Schofield has fallen pregnant. She lost the first baby. Last time, the moment the labor pains came on her ladyship, his lordship fell ill himself. Terrible, the misery he was in, and for once, no complaining from him, not a word.â
âNot a word?â Frederick did not believe it. He knew Lord Schofield was free with complaints, often over the tiniest things. âTruly?â
âYes, truly. Lord Schofield was as brave as could be, while her ladyship, well!â Bess was all admiration for Lady Schofield. âShe was braver than that. She was like the Spartan lad who let a fox gnaw his vitals.â
Frederick stared at Bess. âThere was a fox?â
âNo, of course there wasnât. Wait. I donât mean to confuse you. Itâs only a story,â Bess explained. âHer maid told me. In ancient times, the Spartans trained their children never to admit to pain. A boy was caught with a foxâI canât remember what he was doing with a fox stuffed in his shirt, so donât ask meâand he never said a word, even though the fox chewed at him the whole time.â
Mr. Kimball dismissed the servants, and everyone pushed back from the table still talking among themselves. The next chance he had, Frederick whispered to Bess, âThen what happened?â
Bess stopped clearing the table to gaze at Frederick. âIt was dreadful. Sorrow and grief for months afterward. Lord and Lady Schofield were so sad.â
âAbout the fox, I meant. What happened to the boy with the fox?â
âOh, to the Spartan boy?â Bess went back to
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