A Pledge of Survival

VI

Departing from the hallowed chambers of the House of Lords, Noah found himself infused with a smoldering anger. His time in London had been of brief duration, yet he harbored a reluctance to entertain the prospect of a return. Oh, how he cherished the tranquility of the countryside.

Assuming his father's responsibility weighed heavily on him, encompassing the burdens it carried, which Noah had just observed. 

"Noah, do refrain from wearing such a visage of anger, for you might inadvertently cast a pall over all of London. We wouldn't wish that, my dear friend, as it could hinder your prospects of finding a wife," Benjamin playfully taunted.

"Put a lid on it, Ben. You're as unattached as I am, if not in a worse state," Noah retorted.

Benjamin erupted in laughter. "My friend, that much is quite accurate. However, I'm not destined to inherit a dukedom, nor am I besieged by maternal pressures to secure an impeccable spouse."

"Ben, the last time I conversed with your mother, she seemed utterly desperate. She implored me to assist in finding you a wife," Noah replied with a chuckle.

« It seems we are meant to wait a bit longer before we find the right person » Benjamin responded almost distantly.

The lifestyles of the two gentlemen markedly deviated from the conventional norms observed by those in their similar age and social stratum. Neither of them adhered to the idea or felt compelled to find solace as they awaited the emergence of a suitable life partner.

This didn't imply an absence of temptations; rather, as if bound by an unspoken commitment, they were both resolute in their readiness to cultivate their own characters, thereby honoring themselves and their prospective partners.

Just as they were preparing to depart in their carriage for the Hayward estate, Noah was intercepted by a familiar face for whom he held no fondness.

"Lord Hayward, what an unexpected encounter. Pray, update me on the well-being of your father, as it has been some time since our last meeting," Sir Morris's tone dripped with sarcasm.

Noah composed himself, ensuring his voice remained steady as he retorted icily. Aware of Sir Morris's father's ailment, he responded, "My father is resting at our estate, Sir Morris. I've heard of your recent involvement in a rather unfortunate land acquisition – I trust it hasn't caused you undue distress."

Sir George Morris's countenance twisted, and Noah discerned that he had struck a chord.

"Allow me to introduce you to Sir David Williams, a mutual acquaintance of mine, who incidentally possesses near Petersfield " Sir George inquired.

As Noah exchanged greetings with Sir Williams, a sense of caution lingered in his interactions.

"Lord Hayward, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Unfortunately, my schedule has been such that I haven't had the opportunity to introduce myself since my arrival at Petersfield" Sir William smoothly conveyed.

Noah couldn't help but harbor reservations about the intentions of these men with regard to his home and family.

"Please forgive our departure, gentlemen. Pressing matters demand our attention," he stated as he and his companions prepared to take their leave.

Noah found himself unable to dispel the memory of his interaction with Sir Morris; it had left him in a state of perplexity. "Benjamin," he beckoned to his companion, "we must remain vigilant regarding Sir Morris and his associate. I have a distinct sense that they are orchestrating something."

"Undoubtedly, my dear friend, undoubtedly," Benjamin concurred.

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Eleanor's respite revolved around devoting ample time to her younger siblings. This endeavor entailed a market excursion to procure the essential groceries for the upcoming week.