“Gracewood, there are some things beyond even—” “There are,” he agreed. “And if the only child you would consider yours is one that shares your blood, then … then I am content to leave the estate to Mira. But for myself—well—what good has my father’s blood ever done me? England is full of children in dire need of mothers and fathers, and while I do not flatter myself that we would be ideal parents, I do not think we would be so very terrible. And wealth, you know, covers a multitude of sins.” For a moment, Viola was silent.