Doubting Abbey

‘It’s as if you’re a complete stranger, Abigail,’ said the Earl and glared. ‘The Richard I used to know loved these old anecdotes. Estrangement or not, I’m sure any daughter of his would be familiar with what her ancestors looked like and, in God’s name, know the origins of how this place was built!’

‘I… Yes… You see…’ I stuttered.

‘Well?’ he said. ‘I’m waiting for what had better be a damn good explanation.’

LORD EDWARD’S E-DIARY

Sunday 2nd September

7p.m. Good evening, blog-readers, I trust you will soon settle down to watch this evening’s show. No doubt you shall find footage of yesterday’s events, including dinner, entertaining. Of course, it is somewhat edited, especially during these early days, whilst we get used to the cameras. And not everything is caught on film. As I suggested to you last night, Cousin Abigail is quite the dark horse – for a lady—and even made Father chuckle. Erm, I’ve always thought this, of course

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