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The Imposter

... sitting in a plush leather armchair with his wife standing behind and to the side of him. On the other side of the study and also looking rather nervous were just two shaven-headed servants: the librarian and chief clerk. Sarah’s father nodded at his daughter as she entered the room. “Sit down, my dear,” he said gesturing her towards a less plush leather armchair which Sarah found too large to be comfortable. There was an ominously silent atmosphere, while both wife and daughter obeyed the unspoken imperative that neither should speak unless spoken to. “I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve called you hear, my dear,” said Sarah’s father. She nodded. “Yes, Father,” she said. “I won’t beat about the bush, my dear, so brace yourself for a shock.” “Yes, Father.” “The marriage is off.” Sarah stared at her father. Had she heard right? “You may ask your father why that is so, dear,” said Sarah’s mother. “You have the right.” “Why has my marriage to Mr Kingston been cancelled, Father?” Sarah asked dutifully. Tears were beginning to well in her eyes. This was so unexpected. And worse than that: unfair. “I will let Mr Bates explain the details, my dear, but Mr Kingston has been vetted and has been found wanting.” “Does that mean I shall never see Mr Kingston again, Father?” A flash of red rage flickered across Lord St Cuthbert’s face. “If that imposter… that charlatan…that money-grubber cross the boundary of any one of my estates then I will take it upon myself to thrash him to within an ...

... inch of his life.” “Yes, Father.” “I have only one last piece of advice to give to you, young lady,” said Sarah’s father as he slowly lifted himself out of his chair. “I would prefer it if the name of this man were never again uttered in my presence. From now on, it will be as if he had never existed. Your mother and I will have to find another man who can be your husband and next time I can only hope he is more suitable.” With that, Sarah’s father walked out of the study. And it was only when he’d shut the door behind him that Sarah could at last release all the tears that had welled up inside her. This was so humiliating! How could she face her friends again? All those plans and all that hope: dashed. And dashed forever. Because if there was one thing that Sarah knew, which her mother had often reminded her, was that when her father made a decision it would not have been made idly and there was no recourse to further discussion. But why? What had Charles Kingston done that had been so foul that her father believed him to be a man utterly unfit for marriage to his daughter? “It’s his bloodline, dear,” said Sarah’s mother when she asked her. “Bloodline?” said Sarah. “Surely we knew about all that before the vetting. Was he the bastard son of a baron? Was he a foundling of some kind?” “The DNA profiling is unambiguous, my lady,” said Mr Bates the Chief Clerk. “Mr Kingston is of very common descent. In fact there is not a trace of blue blood in him. Indeed, the evidence we have ...