Gyles made no answer.

“Very well-I now understand what you’re seeking, but why consider Francesca?”

“Because of the Gatting property. It was, centuries ago, a dower property. Indeed, it was probably the reason for an arranged marriage back then-the property completes the circle of my Lambourn lands. It should never have been separated, but because it wasn’t part of the entail, some misguided ancestor bequeathed it to a younger son, and that became something of a tradition…” Gyles frowned. “Gerrard was the elder, wasn’t he? How is it you inherited this place and he inherited Gatting?”

“My father.” Charles grimaced. “He fell out with Gerrard, as it happens because Gerrard refused to marry as he’d arranged. Gerrard married for love and went to Italy, while I…”

“Made the arranged marriage your brother refused?”

Charles nodded. “So Papa reorganized his will. Gerrard got the Gatting property, which I should have received, and I got the Hall.” He smiled. “Gerrard didn’t give a damn. Even after Papa died, he remained in Italy.”

“Until he died. How did that happen?”

“A boating accident on Lake Lugano one night. No one knew until the next day. Both Gerrard and Katrina drowned.”

“And so Francesca came to you.”

“Yes. She’s been with us for nearly two years.”

“How would you describe her?”

“Francesca?” Charles’s expression softened. “She’s a wonderful girl! A breath of fresh air and a beam of sunshine in one. It’s odd, but although she’s quite lively, she’s also restful-a contradiction, I know, but…” Charles looked at Gyles.

“I understand she’s twenty-three. Is there some reason she hasn’t married?”

“Not specifically. Prior to their deaths, Gerrard and Katrina, and Francesca, too, had discussed addressing the question of a husband more seriously, but the accident intervened. Francesca was adamant on observing the full period of mourning-she was an only child and greatly attached to her parents. So it was only a year or so ago that she started going about.” Charles grimaced lightly. “For reasons with which I won’t burden you, we don’t entertain. Francesca attends the assemblies and the local dances under the auspices of Lady Willingdon, one of our neighbors…”