Chapters (64)
- Title Page
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Family Tree
- Epigraph
- Prologue
- I. Harry and Emma 1964–1965
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- II. Lady Virginia Fenwick 1966
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- III. Giles Barrington 1970
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- IV. Sebastian Clifton 1970
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- V. Lady Virginia Fenwick 1970
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- VI. Sebastian Clifton 1970
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- VII. Harry and Emma 1970
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
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“Mrs. Clifton,” he said, turning to face the witness box, “let’s not mince words. The truth is that you were against Lady Virginia marrying your brother from the moment you met. In fact, isn’t it the case that you’d made up your mind to dislike her even before you’d met?”
Trelford was surprised. He hadn’t thought Eddie would plunge the dagger in quite so quickly, although he had warned Emma that her cross-examination was not going to be a pleasant experience.
“As I said, Sir Edward, we were not natural friends.”
“But isn’t it the case that you set out from the start to make her an enemy?”
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Did you attend the wedding of your brother and Lady Virginia?”
“I was not invited.”
“Were you surprised at that, after the way you’d treated her?”
“Disappointed, rather than surprised.”
“And your husband,” said Sir Edward, taking his time to look around the courtroom as if he was trying to find him, “was he invited?”
“Not one member of the family received an invitation.”
“And why do you think that was?”
“You’ll have to ask your client, Sir Edward.”
“And I intend to do so, Mrs. Clifton. May I now turn to the death of your mother. I understand there was a dispute over her will.”
“Which was settled in the High Court, Sir Edward.”
“Yes, indeed it was. But correct me if I’m wrong, as I am sure you will, Mrs. Clifton, you and your sister Grace inherited almost the entire estate, while your brother, Lady Virginia’s husband, ended up with nothing.”
“That was not my choice, Sir Edward. In fact, I tried to talk my mother out of it.”
“We only have your word for that, Mrs. Clifton.”
Mr. Trelford was quickly on his feet. “My lady, I must protest.”
“Yes, yes, Mr. Trelford, I agree. Sir Edward, that was uncalled for.”
“I apologize, my lady. May I ask you, Mrs. Clifton, if Sir Giles was shocked by your mother’s decision?”
“Sir Edward,” said the judge, even before Mr. Trelford could get to his feet.
“I do apologize, my lady. I’m just an old seeker after the truth.”
“It was a terrible shock for all of us,” said Emma. “My mother adored Giles.”
“But, like you, she clearly didn’t adore Lady Virginia, otherwise she would presumably have made provision for him in her will.” Sir Edward quickly added, “But let us move on. Your brother and Lady Virginia’s marriage was sadly to end in divorce, on the grounds of his adultery.”
“As you well know, Sir Edward,” said Emma, trying to restrain herself, “those were the days when a man had to spend a night in a Brighton hotel with a hired woman before the courts would grant him a divorce. Giles did so at Virginia’s request.”