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Illingworth House: Chance Child - Part One: 15 – Sir Abe Is Angry

Sir Abe Illingworth has organised a garden party for the county set – but it gets under way without his son’s presence.

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Sir Abe was angry. So was Rosemary Braithwaite and jealous as hell. Her uncle had invited the whole of the county set to his garden party. Lord and Lady Rimington were the guests of honour along with their daughter, the Honorable Eleanor, whom Sir Abe wanted to pair off with his son. It wasn't so much rich to riches, for the Rimingtons were bankrupt, but they had a title, and that was an investment for the future.

They were at the top of the pecking order, one or two rungs above Sir Abe, and the marriage of his son to their daughter would take his family into the highest echelons. For their part, being strapped for cash and mortgaged to the hilt, the Rimingtons had welcomed Sir Abe's hint that he would bale them out if the marriage took place.

But John Illingworth hadn't shown up. He'd guessed what was in store for him and had gone flying that morning with his friend Sydney Goldstein, whose father, an old friend of Sir Abe, was also at the party.
John had already met the Hon Eleanor Rimington and she'd fallen for him in a big way, but she left him cold. She wasn't bad looking, a bit chinless like her father, but she'd nothing upstairs. She was a giggly girl who mooned all over him whenever they met, and if anything turned him off it was that.

Rosemary Braithwaite was glad about that. She had been with him on the occasions he'd met the Rimington woman and she'd picked up the vibes at once. Indeed, John stuck closer to her when Eleanor Rimington was on the prowl. She enjoyed that and enjoyed even more putting the knife in when she could.

But when she learned that her uncle was hoping to wed him off to her, that was another matter. Her old jealousy flared into life, the more so when the Hon Eleanor spat class at her and lost no chance of letting Rosemary know which rung of the ladder she stood on. Riches Rosemary may have had, but a title she had not, nor had she been a debutante on the London scene, mixing with royalty and presented to the queen. Those were heights Rosemary could never reach, and once her cousin had been lured to them, she knew she had lost him forever.


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