St Albans Abbey was already packed by the time Virginia made her entrance. The senior usher accompanied the dowager duchess down the aisle to a place in the second row. She didn’t feel able to protest while a thousand eyes were on her.
As the first chimes of eleven sounded on the cathedral clock, the organ struck up and the congregation rose as one. The coffin, draped in decorations and honours, processed slowly down the aisle, borne on the shoulders of six Coldstream Guards, followed by the immediate family. Once it had been placed on the bier in the chancery, the duke, his two sisters and the grandchildren took their places in the front row. They didn’t look back.
The service was a blur to Virginia, who was still trying to work out why they were sending her to Coventry. During the burial ceremony, held in the grounds of the cathedral, she was only allowed to step forward and cast a spadeful of earth on to the coffin before she got back in line. Once the family and a few close friends had left the graveside, she had to cadge a lift back to the castle with Percy, the duke’s uncle, who accepted her explanation that there must have been an oversight, but then they’ve all been under a great deal of pressure.
During the reception, Virginia mingled with the guests, many of whom were kind and offered words of sympathy, while others turned away the moment she approached them. However, the greatest slight was saved until after the last guest had departed, when Clarence spoke to her for the first time that day.
‘While you were at the service,’ he said, ‘all your possessions were packed and moved into the Dower House. A car is waiting to take you there immediately. There will be a family meeting in my study at eleven tomorrow morning, which I hope you will attend. There are some serious matters I wish to discuss with you,’ he added, reminding Virginia of her father.
Without another word, the duke walked to the front door, opened it and waited for Virginia to leave, so she could begin her first day of banishment.
35
VIRGINIA ROSE EARLY the following morning and took her time inspecting the Dower House, which turned out to be quite large enough for someone living on her own. Her staff consisted of an under-butler, a maid and a cook, no more and no less than Perry had specified in his will.
At ten to eleven a car arrived to take her to the castle, which only a few days ago had been her sole domain.
The front door of the castle opened as the car drew up, and after a perfunctory ‘Good morning, your grace,’ the butler accompanied her to her husband’s old study. Lomax knocked quietly on the door, opened it and stood aside to allow the dowager duchess to enter.
‘Good morning,’ said Clarence as he rose from his place behind the desk. He waited until Virginia had taken the only available chair. She smiled at his sisters, but they didn’t return the compliment.
‘Thank you for coming,’ began Clarence, as if she’d had any choice. ‘We felt it would be useful to let you know what we have planned for the future.’
Virginia had a feeling he meant ‘your future’. ‘That’s considerate of you,’ she said.
‘I intend to report back to my regiment in a few days’ time, and I won’t be returning before Christmas. Alice will be flying back to New York on Monday.’
‘Then who will run the estate?’ asked Virginia, hoping they had at last come to their senses.
‘I have entrusted that responsibility to Shane and Camilla – with my father’s blessing, I might add, as he accepted that I’d always wanted to be a soldier and was never cut out to be a farmer. Shane, Camilla and the children will live at the castle, fulfilling another of my father’s wishes.’
‘How very sensible,’ said Virginia. ‘I hope you’ll allow me to help out, at least during the transition?’
‘That won’t be necessary,’ said Camilla, speaking for the first time. ‘We’ve received a good offer for our farm in New Zealand, and my husband will be flying back to finalize the sale and deal with any other personal matters that need attending to, after which he’ll return to take over the management of the estate. With the help of Mr Moxton, I will keep things ticking over until he’s back.’
‘It’s just that I thought—’
‘No need to,’ said Camilla. ‘We’ve thought of everything.’