Chapter 22

The funeral of Garrett Wesley, Earl of Mornington, was a subdued affair, even though plenty of people came to the service and, so they said, to pay their respects. His widow and her children, all of them dressed in black, stood at the entrance to the churchyard, waiting to accept the condolences of those who had attended and were even now heading slowly down the gravelled path.

'Look at them all,' Richard muttered. 'A veritable plague of locusts. Creditors, distant relatives and those who call themselves friends; all of them hoping for a share of the spoils.'

'Enough, Richard.' His mother squeezed her eldest son's arm gently. 'This is neither the time nor the place.'

Arthur plucked his mother's sleeve.'What does Richard mean, a share of the spoils?'

'Shhh, child. Show some decorum. Stand still and bow your head. Like Gerald there.'

Arthur glanced at his younger brother, standing at the edge of the path, head lowered and solemn-faced.

'He'll find out soon enough, Mother,' Richard said quietly. 'There's no point in hiding from the truth, and there's no shame.'

'No shame?' his mother hissed. 'We'll see how well you cope when we're finally thrown on to the streets.'

'Mother,' Richard replied wearily,'You said it yourself. No one is going to throw us on to the streets.'

'Oh, really?' Her eyebrows arched. 'Your father was something of a prodigy for squandering his family fortune. Those vultures haven't even the decency to wait until his body has grown cold in the ground.'

'Hush, Mother, they're coming.'

The bishop smiled as he strode the last few paces towards the family in mourning. He offered his hand to Anne first. She smiled.

'My lady, may I be the first to offer my condolences?'

'A fine service. I'm sure Garrett would have appreciated it.'

The bishop passed on, down the line of the rest of the family, offering his platitudes of comfort in a well-practised manner. Then came the other mourners: a steady procession of those members of London society who felt sufficiently moved to attend and had nothing more obliging for that date in their diaries. Once the better class of mourners had passed by, there followed a succession of composers and musicians, some of whom were so ingratiating that their efforts to ensure continued patronage embarrassed the Wesley family. Once the last of these had passed down the line a dour-faced man approached Lady Mornington and bowed his head.

'Thaddeus Hamilton, my lady.'

'Oh?'

The man smiled. 'I was the late Earl's tailor. Of Coult and Sons in Davies Street?You may recall, you graced our establishment with your presence last spring.' When she still looked blank the man raised his eyebrows. 'Your husband purchased four shirts, and two coats, if you recall.'

'Did he? I'm so sorry, Mr… Mr…'

'Hamilton, my lady. Thaddeus Hamilton.'

'Of course. I'm sorry, it seems such a long time ago.'

'I'm sure it does, my lady. That's quite understandable.' The tailor nodded. 'Such a tragic loss. I'm sure that all manner of things are forgotten when weighed against the passing of so noble a man. So renowned a composer.' He licked his lips nervously. 'So fine a customer… I am sure that the late Earl would have been kind enough to continue being a customer of our establishment, and would have honoured the bill for the shirts and coats I mentioned. But for his tragic poor health in the final months of his life.'

Lady Mornington stared at him coldly.'Thank you for coming to pay your respects, Mr Hamilton. Rest assured, we will pay all that is due to my late husband's creditors, as soon as we have finished grieving.'

The tailor blushed. 'My lady, I meant no offence. It's just that we have sent several reminders and-'

'You will be paid, Mr Hamilton. Good day to you, sir.'

The tailor was simply the first of many people who approached them with requests that their bills be honoured and by the time the family returned home Arthur's mother was in an angry and despairing state. She went straight into the parlour, took her seat and promptly dissolved into tears as her children looked on, Gerald and Henry immediately followed their mother's lead. Richard led them out to the kitchen and arranged for them to be fed before returning to the parlour. Lady Mornington had taken control of her emotions and was dabbing her face with a lace handkerchief while Arthur stood beside the chair, uncertainly holding her spare hand in both of his.

'We'll be all right, Mother.' He made himself smile at her. 'You'll see.'

She looked up at him.'Don't be such a fool, Arthur. Don't you understand? We're buried in debt.Your father has ruined us.'

Arthur's smile faded, his lips were trembling now. 'I don't suppose that he spent all that money by himself, Mother.'

'What did you say?' She turned in her seat to face him, all trace of grief in her expression replaced by fury. 'How dare you? How dare you speak to me in that manner?'

'It's true,' Arthur snapped back at her. 'All your fine dresses. Those balls you went to while he was sick. Who paid for those, Mother? They're your debts as much as his.'

'Really?' She drew her hand back from him. 'And your schooling, and your clothes, and that wretched sheet music your father kept you supplied with. I suppose you paid for all of that?'

'Stop it!' Richard said harshly from the doorway.'Both of you!' He strode over and stared down at them. 'The debts are the responsibility of us all. This bickering is pointless. Arthur,' he pointed to a chair, 'sit down. I need to speak to you.'

Richard joined him on the long seat and rested his chin on folded hands as he began to explain.

'I've been through Father's accounts. I've read through the reports from the agent in Ireland and, taken as a whole, the family's finances are in poor shape. Since we moved to London we've been living on borrowed money and, from what I've seen, we can't even afford the interest, let alone any repayment of the principal. We simply cannot afford to continue living as we are.'

He looked at the others to make sure they understood the significance of the situation and continued, 'In order to take on Father's responsibilities I'll have to abandon my studies at Oxford. That will save some money. William can remain where he is for now. He's doing well and it would be a shame to stifle his talent at the moment. As for you, Mother, you must know that we can no longer afford the upkeep of a property this size, nor can we afford so many staff.You will have to take some rooms elsewhere. Something affordable.'

Lady Mornington cringed. 'I imagine you'll be insisting that I take in washing next. Have you no shame, Richard?'

He ignored her remark and continued, 'At present Anne and Henry can live with you, but I have other plans for Gerald and Arthur.' He turned to his brother. 'I understand that you have made little progress at Brown's. From what I've heard of the school, I'm not surprised. So I've decided to send you and Gerald to Eton. The family can afford it from what we save in rent. But, Arthur, you must promise me to make the most of the opportunity.'

'What if I don't want to go?'

Richard shrugged. 'Your wishes have nothing to do with it. I am the head of this family now, and I will decide what is in your best interest.'

'I see.'

'Good. Then it's settled.'