Lord Marchington’s Conquest
Lord Marchington’s Conquest I looked around the sitting room, where my sisters and mother and the aristocratic and haughty Lady Marjory and the flame haired Rose her tall spoiled daughter, were all looking expectantly at me and I laughed. “Mr Harnsworth,” Lady Marjory demanded, “What exactly do you find funny?” It was something my Father said many years ago, “John,” he had said to me in his kindly manner as I stood before him many yeas ago as a child, “I fear that you shall have to make your own fortune in life.” Which was so far from the situation I found myself in it was laughable. “Father?” I had enquired in confusion, make a fortune, surely father was a gentleman and I in turn should be a gentleman, indeed an officer and a gentleman …