'You seem to believe that this is in any way a question of love, affection or compatibility and not one entirely of suitablity.' Lucretia said imperiously, accepting the drink from her son.

'The first thing that we ought to see to is getting your position reviewed' she said to her son with the air of a command rather than a request. 'You are your fathers heir, and by extensionyour grandfathers, it will be yours one day to run and you are a clark' the word rolled off her tongue coated in obvious derision, 'Bob Cratchet was a clark and he almost starved in a garret. What work you do makes no mind, but I will see to it that your title is changed to something more fitting of your station.' it had been a bone of contention when he had joined the company - the idea that he would start at the bottom of the company and not in some position more suitable to his station felt like a personal jab and it was time to put an end to it. 'It will not be helping your search for an appropriate bride.'

The footman entered with the starter, she held her tongue until they left.'We will need to set some deadline - at which point we will have to seek a more traditional arrangement' - he was sure to know what that meant, 'How long do you think you will need?'

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