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Weatherby gave a soft click of his tongue, an automatic disapproval – less for her choice and more for her apparent opinion toward where his objections lay. “It is not a question of his character Elizabeth. Were it so simple as that I would have no argument in this quarter.” Indeed, young Turner had grown up to be a perfectly respectable young man – and even if he hadn’t, Weatherby supposed it would hardly matter once his daughter locked herself on to him.
“I will not press you to change your mind,” He assured, having no desire for such an argument and knowing full well Theodosia would never have stood for him trying to dissuade their daughter from pursuing her happiness, were she here beside him now.
“But a word of caution, my dear. Your choice will not be well received by our peers in London – and it will not behoove you to argue too heavily the merits of a blacksmith among politicians and their daughters. We may have certain freedoms here in the new world, but our obligations to the old one still stand. The time will come when we will be bid to entertain them, and if we wish to maintain our positions which afford us such liberties as these, we will need to remain beyond reproach. Scandals come and scandals go, but no politician I have ever met, has ever forgotten an insult.”
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