Cat had been in charge of an estate, one way or another, since a young age. Her mother's illness had kept her from her wifely duties and as the oldest girl, it had fallen to Cat to take care of things. Her first husband hadn't cared about his estate, just the money from it that he could spend lavishly. It would feel odd for her not to be in charge and managing things. Adam had always felt that her money was her own and that she was smart enough to see to it. If she needed his signature on something, he had signed away, trusting her judgement. She doubted she'd ever find another man so trusting, so she added that to the reasons why she would not remarry again. Besides, Adam was out there, the small voice in the back of her mind continued to insist.
"Indeed. It seemed wrong that someone who gave so much to keep us safe should have to be made to feel that he wasn't a man any more just because he lost a leg. Its not as if he lost his mind," she said, staunchly in favor of soldiers' rights. Besides, her brother had been a soldier before becoming a Life Guard and she had other friends who also had fought, like Nigel. She doubted either one would feel right being pitied. Either one would likely punch whoever tried to pity them right in the face. The thought caused a small smile to flit over her lips.
Cat threw back her head and laughed as Darlene stated her worry. "Bossy? Darling, compared to me, you'd be a push-over!" She continued to giggle as she shook her head. "No, not bossy. Certain, that's what you are." One brow raised as Darlene wondered if she could seduce her husband. "Oh, I have no doubt that you will be able to make him crack. Besides the fact that you're beautiful, you're also his wife. He crossed an ocean for you," she reminded her.
A frown creased Cat's brow and lips as she was reminded of what would happen if Thomas did achieve the Governorship. "Hmm, I didn't think of that. You'd have to go there as well. Perhaps we might see if we can find something here in England that suits his ambition." She most certainly did not like the idea of having Darlene move away. She was one of the few female friends she had.
The wish to see Nessie brought a brilliant smile to her face. "Of course we can see her. She's likely just finished her bath," she figured, glancing at the mantle clock. "Come, I know she'd be delighted to see her godmama." Rising, she waited for Darlene to join her before opening the door to the hallway and ascending the stairs.
Opening the door to the nursery that was for Nessie's use over Cat's chambers, she found the nursemaid playing with the baby, making the baby giggle. "You can take a break," she told the maid, who curtsied after handing the baby over to Cat. Fresh from her bath, her auburn curls damp and her skin smelling of baby and a hint of lavender, Cat offered the linen wrapped bundle to Darlene.