Sitting by a table in the drawing room, Hasket glanced through the day’s accounts and thought about the birthing process going on upstairs. Crash! Hasket chuckled. He could practically feel Eliza’s temper explode as a labor pain washed through her. The term suffer in silence meant nothing to his wife.
Voices echoed in the hallway. A moment later, the footman announced the arrival of his father and stepmother. Hasket rose with a puzzled expression. He expected his stepmother to attend his wife, but why was his father here?
“Mrs. Derby.” Hasket bowed just as his wife’s voice erupted in a shriek.
“Get out!” Eliza wailed. Something hit the wall upstairs. Crash!
Sarah Derby winced. “Eliza is doing well, I hope.”
“I don’t think it will be much longer. Her voice is getting hoarse. Would you care for coffee?”
She laughed. “Oh, no, I’m quite all right. Where are the children? I thought I’d look in on them.”
“They’re probably in the schoolroom, though I doubt they’ll be doing their lessons with all this noise.”
“I’ll just check on them,” she said and bustled off.
“Father, would you care for coffee, or something stronger?”
“I’ll have some of your brandy. We’ll have something to celebrate shortly, I’m sure.”
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