The Barrister's Choice

by Kelly Anne Bruce

  The Barrister’s Choice

  The Repington Chronicles

  Kelly Anne Bruce

  Contents

  Copyright

  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

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

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  Copyright

  Copyright 2018, Kelly Anne Bruce

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  All characters, places, events, businesses, or references to historical facts are fictitious and products of the author’s imagination. Any references to actual people, places, or events are purely incidental.

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  Chapter One

  Hugh Repington opened the door and was suddenly agape at seeing his brother, James standing on his doorstep.

  “Hugh!” James greeted him smiling, his voice jovial.

  It took him a moment but Hugh finally stepped aside saying, “James, hello. Come in, please.”

  “Very good.” James looked around briefly nodding and then frowned. “Do you always answer your own door? Is there not a servant here?”

  It was then that Hugh realized that this was James’ first visit to his house. It was a small house by London standards, with only a few rooms and decorated modestly, but it suited Hugh’s needs while studying at the Inns of Court. There was room enough for him to sleep upstairs and a large desk downstairs for him to tend to his studies. He led James into the small drawing room indicating one of the upholstered chairs as he sat down in the other.

  Shrugging, Hugh replied, “I do not get many visitors. So, yes, I often tend to my own door. There is a woman that comes in once a day to cook and clean for me, but I seldom see her as I am either out or studying in the library.”

  James seemed to take a moment and process information before giving Hugh a pointed look. “Speaking of your studies, I happened to see Mr Wright today, on my way back from Parliament.”

  “Oh?” Hugh asked when James paused.

  “He saw fit to tell me that you had finished your studies at the Inns of Court,” James said clearly waiting for a response.

  Hugh nodded. He had been informed thusly only a few days before and had planned to notify his family by letter, but had not taken the time to do so. “It was only decided in recent days,” he explained.

  “And are you to be a barrister?” James asked cautiously, his face hopeful.

  Stifling a sigh, Hugh answered, “Yes, Mr Wright—”

  His words were cut off by a joyous whoop from James. “Congratulations! Hugh, I am immensely proud of you.”

  “It is nothing,” Hugh told him shaking his head.

  “Nothing,” James repeated, exasperation in his voice. “I know more than anyone that it is not nothing. You have been studying for nearly four years for this.”

  Hugh was quite aware that James knew exactly what Hugh had accomplished. James had finished his own studies and had been chosen as a barrister only the year before. It had been a bit of a surprise for all of them as James had taken a break from his studies in order to help their father with affairs at Castborough.

  James, upon being chosen as a barrister, had been given a position with Parliament almost immediately, to the delight of their father, the Duke of Castborough. Hugh appreciated James’ understanding but had hoped to keep the news to himself for a little while longer.

  “Thank you, James. I have only just gotten the news and still have much to think about.”

  “Surely you plan on begging Father’s counsel,” James replied a frown forming on his brow.

  “Perhaps, once I have had the opportunity to investigate my options further.”

  The thought of speaking with their father had not crossed Hugh’s mind at all. It had been a point of pride for Hugh that he had been able to avoid the attention and interference of his family, particularly their father.

  The Duke of Castborough was a well-respected man, responsible and successful. He expected no less from his children. Hugh had watched as his father had interfered and tried to control Hugh’s three eldest brothers. It had caused an innumerable amount of fights, not only between father and son but among the brothers as well. One such fight resulted in his eldest brother, Philip, hieing off to Paris for what he called an adventure. It caused quite a stir in their family for a time.

  Hugh was proud that his father had left him to do things on his own. The house Hugh was currently living in was the only help he had accepted from his father. The duke, of course, already held a London residence but Hugh had put forth a strong argument that there would be too many distractions for him to study properly. The Duke could hardly argue, Hugh’s five siblings along with the duke and duchess made for quite a disturbance when they arrived in London.

  James was speaking again and Hugh’s attention shifted back to his brother. “Quite right,” James agreed. “You should come with me to White’s. We shall raise a glass to your success.”

  Hugh hesitated, thinking of the things he still needed to do.

  James went on quickly. “Brother, you are too serious by half, come have some fun.”

  With a refusal on his lips, Hugh halted. If he declined James’ invitation he would be proving his brother right, a result he cared not to accept. Although Hugh had long admired his older brother, he had recently begun to resent him as well. His return to his studies at the Inns of Court and his much sought-after position with Parliament had caused Hugh some consternation. Letting James win now seemed quite unsettling.

  “Why not?" Hugh stood up and reached for his coat. "I have spent enough time at my desk. A night at the club seems appropriate.”

  “I have my carriage ready if you would like to leave now.”

  “We might as well,” Hugh said, trying to sound more positive than he felt.

  “How is Elizabeth?” He asked once they were in the carriage. James and Elizabeth had married several months ago and lived in a fairly large house on Castborough land in Surrey.

  “She is quite well. Thank you for asking.” James sat back in his seat. “Elizabeth will be disappointed that she did not get to see you. I am only due to be in London for a few days and she elected to stay behind.”

  "I am sorry that I missed her. Please send along my best wishes. Hopefully, we will have the opportunity to see each other again soon."

  James admission regarding Elizabeth's absence explained a lot. Hugh had thought it somewhat odd that James was wanting to visit White's and had invited Hugh to join him. It was common knowledge that James was quite enamored with his new wife and spent much of his time with her.

  Hugh could hardly blame him, Elizabeth was both beautiful and charming. Most importantly she kept James from working all hours of the day and night. An annoying virtue brought on by their father's constant interference, James had developed an overly strong sense of responsibility. He was still immensely responsible, but Elizabeth simply reminded him what was truly important.<
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  "You should visit Castborough," James suggested after they had climbed down from the carriage. "It would give you some time to think."

  More like time for the family to interfere, Hugh thought to himself. "That is a thought," he agreed not wanting to argue.

  "Father would be happy to help you get established in London," James suggested as they entered the club.

  Hugh had figured that that was what James had in mind. He did not answer, instead acting as though he was searching out a table for them. Not surprisingly, he found one almost immediately, it was still rather early in the night and they were served their celebratory drinks not long after.

  James raised his glass. "To your success!"

  Hugh raised his glass and nodded at James and they both drank.

  "You really should think about coming home to Castborough. Father and I will be able to aid you in your decision making."

  He was already trying to think of how to tell James that he did not want his help, or their father's when their conversation was interrupted.

  "Repington!" The man looked surprised when they both turned. "And Repington!" He added with a hearty laugh.

  Hugh recognized the man as Timothy Sedgwick.

  "Sedgwick, how are you?" James said standing up to shake hands with the younger man.

  "Good! Not as good as you, though," Sedgwick told him. "Congratulations on your recent marriage."

  James laughed. "Thank you. I am quite lucky."

  "I would say so. Never thought you would find a lady that would actually want to put up with your sullen disposition for evermore," Sedgwick teased, elbowing Hugh.

  "Yes, it was a surprise to us all," Hugh agreed dryly.

  "Elizabeth is a saint and I am eternally grateful for her enduring patience and kindness," James said, a slight smile showing his amusement.

  "You look well, James," Sedgwick noted. "What brings you to White's?"

  Hugh spoke up suddenly. "Oh, just two brothers taking in a drink." He then added, "James was lonely all by himself at the Repington residence, as his new bride remains in Surrey."

  His intention to change the subject so that their true purpose there was not revealed.

  James, however, had no such qualms. "My brother is too modest. We are here to celebrate. He just finished his studies at the Inns of Court, and has been chosen to be a barrister."

  "Congratulations!" Sedgwick told them.

  Hugh nodded. "Thank you."

  "Have you acquired a position yet?" Sedgwick's eyes shifted to James. "Perhaps a position with the government like your brother.

  Hugh stiffened and fought the scowl from forming on his face. "I have not made any decisions regarding my profession. I have only learned the news in recent days. Now that my studies are finished, I will be able to devote some time into making a decision."

  "Quite right," the man said nodding. "Very wise of you. In the meantime, you will have to come to our house party. Eastbridge will be brimming with London's finest."

  Hugh's first thought, as always, was to decline the man's invitation. But as he himself had said, his studies were complete. For the first time in a long while, he would have time for a party.

  Hugh also recognized it as a fortuitous opportunity for him too. Not only would he be seen by London society, the very people that would be his potential business associates. Most of all, it was the perfect excuse for him to avoid going home to Castborough.

  "Wonderful idea," Hugh said trying not to laugh at the total shock on James' face. "When shall I plan to arrive?"

  "The party starts the day after tomorrow," said Sedgwick explained. "I believe my parents are expecting guests over the next two weeks."

  "Fantastic. I shall make arrangements to leave as soon as possible." Hugh raised his glass. "To Eastbridge!"

  Chapter Two

  Julianna Merchant looked up as the door to her room opened, her mother bustling through a moment later.

  “Julianna, dear, may I come in?”

  “Yes, of course,” Julianna answered although it seemed unnecessary as her mother had already entered the room and stood right in the middle of it at that very moment.

  Her mother looked around the room nodding several times. “It looks as though you have settled in. Perhaps we should go downstairs.”

  “I am in favour that. Anything is better than sitting up here in this stuffy room.”

  “Now, Julianna, you must be polite. This room is perfectly fine, rather nice actually. Lord and Lady Eastbridge have a lovely home and we should be thankful that we have been invited to their house party.”

  “Oh, mother, you are being silly.” Julianna shook her head causing her mother to reach over to fix the pins in her hair. “Father is a Peer. We always get invited to the parties.”

  Her mother sighed and Julianna knew what was coming next.

  “No, that is not quite true. Last season we were not invited to Lady Dalverton’s party.”

  “Yes, Mother,” Julianna said trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice. “Lady Dalverton did explain that she had thought we were still traveling and would not have arrived back in London in time to attend her party.”

  “Yes,” her mother agreed. “Although I am quite sure the gossips are saying that we were snubbed by Lady Dalverton. Oh how I hate being talked about behind my back!”

  “Oh, Mother, the gossips will say all sorts of nonsense. It is always best to ignore them and get on as though nothing untoward has happened, especially when nothing has actually occurred,” Julianna told her pausing at the top of the stairs.

  “If only that was… Goodness! Is that what you were wearing?”

  Julianna looked down at the pale pink dress she was wearing. “Yes, Mother. I am wearing this dress.”

  “What if we happen upon Lord Norsely?”

  “Then I suppose he will see me in this dress,” Julianna remarked with a smirk. “Perhaps we shall say hello.”

  “Oh, Julianna,” her mother sighed. “Perhaps you should go back and change into your yellow gown.”

  Julianna closed her eyes briefly hoping to summon some patience to deal with her mother and her constant fussing.

  “Lady Alverston, hello.”

  Both Julianna and her mother turned to see Lady Amelia Sedgwick walking toward them. “I am so glad that you have arrived. I hope your travels were pleasant.”

  “Yes, thank you. We are so very pleased to be here,” Julianna's mother fairly gushed.

  Lady Amelia smiled at her mother and then looked to Julianna. “Lady Julianna, I was wondering if you would like to accompany me on a tour of the house and grounds?”

  “Yes,” Julianna said quickly. She was so very relieved to be given the opportunity to escape the good intentions of her mother. “That sounds lovely.”

  Lady Amelia gave Julianna a quick nod and then turned back to Julianna’s mother. “I believe my parents are in the garden, I am sure they will be quite pleased to see you.”

  “Thank you, Lady Amelia, I will do just that.”

  Julianna watched as her mother hurried down the stairs and tried not to roll her eyes. She would never understand her mother’s worry over what other people thought. One would think they were hangers-on and not actually part of London society. It was as though Mother forgot that Father was the Marquess of Alverston. He was well respected in Parliament and among those in London society.

  Alverston was in the north, far from London and her mother worried about missing out on events and being forgotten. Julianna tried to remind her that everyone did not live in Kent or Surrey. Her mother so worried over the issue. She was sure that everyone would forget about them.

  “Did you find your room satisfactory?” Lady Amelia asked.

  “Oh yes,” Julianna said quickly feeling badly about disparaging the room. It had been fine she was only tired of waiting in the room for her mother to collect her. “The room is more than satisfactory, quite lovely, in fact. Thank you.”

  Lady Amelia smiled a
nd gestured towards the stairs. “I am glad that you are all settled. Your mother seemed distressed.”

  Julianna rolled her eyes and smiled. “Yes, well, to be truly honest that seems to be a permanent state for my mother as of late.”

  Lady Amelia’s eyes widened briefly as though gleefully surprised. “Mine does, as well, you should have seen her these last two weeks.” She paused on the stairs and grimaced. “No, I take that back. I am extremely glad that you did not see her like that.”

  Julianna laughed and followed Lady Amelia down the stairs.

  “This is the library,” Lady Amelia told her, stopping at an open door. “Please feel free to visit anytime you would like. My father takes care of Eastbridge business in a smaller room at the end of the hall. We have many books including many of the new adventure novels.”

  “Oh?” Julianna asked looking in the room.

  “Is that bad?” Lady Amelia asked, looking a little stricken.

  Julianna shook her head. “Goodness, no! I am quite looking forward to choosing a title to read this evening.”

  “The newest books are there.” Lady Amelia walked into the room and pointed to a shelf in the corner near two large windows.

  Julianna nodded and walked over to one of the windows.

  Lady Amelia continued walking around the room. “The drawing room is across the hall. You can take your book in there to read if you would like.”

  Julianna was only half listening as she was looking out the large windows behind the desk. Far back from the main house was a building with a large fenced in area, several horses moved beyond the fence.

  As though reading Julianna's mind Lady Amelia began to explain, "From this window, you can see part of the garden and of course, the stables. I might see if anyone wants to tour the stables I know that we have several foals that were born in the spring. They are quite sweet."