Finally the bastards at the station had given him a free day. How did the working classes survive it? Of course, he wouldn't pity them. They were made for it. But one wouldn't give a fine thoroughbred horse born in the country's best stables the work of a burly but dumb country pony. So why should a Carrington work like slum rat? Ugh, the stupidity of his uneducated colleagues. And their filthy habits. Their food. Their way of speaking. All of it disgusted him.

And things were only getting worse.

He had dressed in his best suit, just show the world who he really was. But that and his walking cane did not match his gait. He was striding along with a scowl on his face. Pearl. Bloody Pearl had eloped with the cur, and his father.... His father could go to hell. Or to prison, if his mother had her way, and he would support it. But the asylum seemed their best shot at this point. And serve him right too! Father still supported Pearl over the rest of his children.

They should have framed him for the disappearance of Olivia's fiancé while they had the chance.

Robert's feet suddenly halted when his eyes landed on the red-haired young man on the bench ahead of him. His scowl deepened. So much for Harry's help. He walked over, slower, and stopped nearby. "Harry."