“But, according to what I have read,” said Adam, “it is rather the open field system that does that, because it means winter idleness, with no hedges to plash, ditches to scour, draining to maintain, or drilled crops to keep clean.” He added, as William Sidford looked doubtful: “You’ve told me — and I’ve seen for myself — that there’s much distress amongst the farm labourers.”

“That’s so, my lord, but it’s on account of the low prices. I disremember when the times were so sickly,” Sidford said. “By what I’m hearing, there’s upwards of two hundred country banks have stopped payment — like they did a matter of twenty years ago.”

These last words were charged with significance, and referred, as Adam realized, to the financial crash of ‘93, in which the Fifth Viscount had been disastrously involved. It was plain that William Sidford thought the time ill-chosen for unnecessary expenditure. He began to grumble about the Corn Laws, and the Property Tax, but to deaf ears. Adam interrupted him suddenly, saying: “Wasn’t my grandfather very friendly with Mr Coke of Norfolk? Would he be willing to advise me, I wonder?”

William Sidford could advance no opinion, but none was expected, the question having been rhetorical. Adam brought the conference to an end, saying, with a smile; “I’m woefully ignorant, am I not? I must go to school again. In the meantime, set in hand, if you please, the work upon which weare agreed.”

William Sidford left him to the task of composing a letter to Mr Coke. Mistrusting the cross-country mails, he sent it by the hand of one of his grooms. It was productive of an instant response: Mr Coke held the Fourth Viscount’s memory in affection, and would be happy to advise his present lordship to the best of his ability. He suggested that Adam should honour him with a visit to Holkham immediately, if that should be convenient to him. Detecting the cordiality underlying the formality of Mr Coke’s reply, Adam decided to take him at his word. He despatched a brief note to Jenny, informing her that his return to town would be a trifle delayed; and set out for Norfolk.

The apprehensions natural to a modest young man thrusting himself upon the notice of his grandfather’s old friend were instantly overcome by the warmth of Mr Coke’s welcome. Mr Coke, living in the inherited splendour of Holkham, was a shrewd man of simple tastes and forthright disposition. He had succeeded to the property of his noble kinsman, Lord Leicester, on the distaff side, and instead of scheming to get the Earldom revived, he had applied himself to the task of improving and developing a large estate whose rent-roll amounted to no more than two thousand guineas. Today, rather less than forty years later, it more nearly approached the sum of twenty thousand pounds, and the handsome young man of whom no one had heard had for long been a power in the land. He had never made the least push to get the title revived: he was content to be Mr Coke of Norfolk, and neither his wealth nor his unchallenged supremacy in the agricultural world altered his kindly, unpretentious character. He entertained all sorts at Holkham, from Royal Dukes to quite insignificant persons, and treated everyone alike, without ceremony, but with a genuine desire to make his guests comfortable. In this he was ably seconded by his youngest daughter, who kept house for him. Within a very few minutes of having his hand warmly grasped, and a likeness traced in his countenance to his grandfather, Adam felt at home, and by the time he had spent an evening in his host’s company he found himself able not only to ask for advice but to take Mr Coke far more deeply into his confidence than he would previously have believed to be possible.

The problems besetting him in the Lincolnshire fens were not precisely those which had confronted Mr Coke in Norfolk, but Mr Coke’s knowledge was not confined to the conditions of his own county. He gave Adam wise counsel, conducted him over his own experimental farm, and patiently instructed him in the intricacies of successful agriculture. When Adam left Holkham, he carried with him, besides a sheaf of notes, a head crammed with so much information that he felt slightly dazed. It would take time to assimilate all he had learnt: meanwhile, one fact only stood out clearly: to restore his acres to prosperity would entail the expenditure of far more money than he could hope to raise.

He reached London late one evening, and in a conscience-stricken mood, having overstayed what he felt to have been his leave of absence by a full week. He found Jenny in the drawing-room, at work on one of her chair-covers, and paused on the threshold with such an expression of apprehensive guilt on his face that she burst out laughing, and exclaimed: “Oh, you look just like a naughty little boy found out in mischief! How can you be so absurd?”

He laughed too, but said, as he came across the room to bend over her and kiss her cheek: “Well, that’s precisely what I feel I am! I beg your pardon, Jenny: it was infamous of me! Didn’t I promise I’d come home to go with you to some party or another?”

“Yes, but I told you it was of no consequence: I went with Lady Oversley.”

“You are a great deal too forgiving. An agreeable party?”

“Yes, very. Naldi sang, and I met an old acquaintance there — a girl that was at school with me, and is married now to a Mr Usselby.” Her eyes narrowed in amusement. “I couldn’t but laugh inside myself! I’ve never clapped eyes on her since she left Miss Satterleigh’s, but you’d hardly believe how enchanted she was to meet me again, now that I’m Lady Lynton!”

“What an odious female! I hope you gave her a set-down?”

“Oh, no! Why should I? I’m sure it wasn’t to be wondered at,” she responded. Her eyelids lifted as the butler came in, bearing the massive silver tea-tray. This was set down on a table before her, and, having satisfied herself that a plate of freshly-made macaroons stood upon it, she nodded dismissal, and began to make the tea.

“How comfortable this is!” Adam remarked, sinking into a chair. “I thought you must have had tea more than an hour ago, and had quite made up my mind to it that I should get none — for I shouldn’t have dared to ask for it, after my abominable perfidy!”

“Well, what a notion to take into your head!” she said. “As though you might not have tea whenever you chose to call for it in your own house! Oh, you’re joking me, are you? I have a very good mind to hide the macaroons from you!”

“Not my favourite macaroons as well?” he exclaimed. “Jenny, that’s coals of fire! What made you think I should arrive tonight? Or is it just a lucky chance?”

She did not tell him that she had given orders for macaroons to be made every day, but only smiled, handing him the plate, and asked him if his business at Fontley had prospered.

“Well, not entirely, perhaps — but never mind that! I went on to Holkham, you know. I wished you had been with me: you’d have liked it, I think. They are the kindest people. Just Mr Coke, and his daughter: a very unaffected, intelligent girl. I was charged with all sorts of civil messages for you, and pledged myself to take you there for the Holkham Clippings, in August. Ah! I’ve had no tea like this since I left town! You don’t know how often I’ve yearned for it! Exactly as it should be! Thank you! Tell me what you have been doing since I left you! Not drudging over that stitchery all the time, I do trust?”

“Oh, dear me, no!” she responded. “I have been going about a great deal, I promise you. besides receiving more morning-callers than I looked for.” She paused, longing for the courage to ask him what had been engaging his time at Fontley. He enquired, instead, who had been her morning-callers. Her countenance betrayed neither hurt nor chagrin; tacitly accepting his reserve, she began to enumerate her visitors, adding one or two caustic comments which made him laugh.

He was glad to discover from her account of her activities that she seemed to be finding her feet in society. She had attended several parties, visited an exhibition, driven in the Park with one of her new acquaintances, and had even ventured to invite the Adversanes to go with her to the Opera, though not without misgiving. “But Brough told me they don’t rent a box, and it seemed a shame ours should be standing empty, when it was Alceste, which Lady Adversane was particularly wishful to hear, so I plucked up my courage, and asked her if she would be so kind as to go with me. She didn’t take it amiss, so I was glad I’d done it.”

“I expect she was very much obliged to you. It comes as news to me, however, that we rent a box at the Opera House. What do we pay for it? Or don’t we?”

Her colour rushed up; she cast him a wary glance, faltering: “Papa thought — It was a present for me, because he knows I’m fond of music. I’m sorry!”

“Why should you be? It’s I who owe you an apology: I ought to have attended to the matter — but I expect your box would be rather above my touch! I believe one is obliged to pay four hundred guineas for a quite inferior box, which I feel sure yours is not.”

She was silent, her face wearing a wooden look which he had come to recognize as a sign of discomfiture. His own colour rose; ashamed of having allowed his temper to ride him, he said penitently: “Now I do owe you an apology! Forgive me — or give me a trimming! Why don’t you? I certainly deserve that you should!” She gave him instead a tiny shake of the head, and a tremulous smile. He said, with quick compassion: “My poor dear, you’re too patient, and will soon have the devil of a husband on your hands if you don’t take care! So you went to the Opera, and enjoyed it, I hope. What else?”

It was a moment before she could recover her balance, but she managed to do it, and to respond, with a little chuckle: “Well, I went with Mrs Usselby to a lecture by the Memory Man!”