A marriage is arranged._(0)
A marriage is arranged. The year is 1851 and I am in the lounge when mother walks in. —————————————————————————- “When are you going to settle down and marry Geoffrey?” Mother asked for what must have been the hundredth time. “When I’m good and ready,” I replied. “Only Rupert has two lovely little boys already,” she reminded me that my younger brother had already wed.. “And the ugliest wife this side of Putney Bridge,” I reminded her. “Rebeckah is a lovely girl, she cannot help her looks,” Mother chided, “But as you know if you are not wed before you turn thirty great aunt Eleanor’s money goes to cousin James instead.” “A few hundred pounds, Pah!” I cried knowing the old bitch’s estate was worth almost nothing. “Actually it has done rather well since her her …