“Yes, I see, and has she morning sicknesses?” I asked. “Now go to it sir,” Agatha urged, “Produce an heir.”
I could not resist. XXX I regained some composure, “Lady Ablington may I offer my condolences,” I ventured, “I was very sorry to hear your terrible news.”
“Indeed?” she said, “Are you, are you really sorry?,” she demanded. “What are you waiting for,” Amy asked, “Get hard again we have little enough time without you wasting it.”
“Good god, I am not an automaton,” I insisted. “What can I say, I am quite dumbfounded,” I admitted. “Have you been living abroad or are you lying again?” she demanded, “But no matter Alan has no offspring so the estate reverts to the eldest male heir which is his Cousin Cedric.”
“Indeed,” I agreed.




















