“This plot-driven, emotionally complex tale effectively details Spencer’s determination to sacrifice his own happiness in favor of his family’s success. . . An engrossing love story while also depicting surprising burdens borne by New York’s wealthiest families during the late 1920s.” – Kirkus Reviews
In 1927 Spencer A. Wentworth, a scion of a wealthy old banking family of Long Island, New York Gold Coast, receives an urgent telegram to come home immediately. A huge responsibility of which he is not ready awaits him when he returns home from a three-year Grand Tour. As the stock market begins to collapse, he is plagued with worries that the family will lose everything including Wentworth Hall, his ancestral home. Honoring his promise to preserve it, he is determined to save Wentworth Hall at any cost even if it means losing the only woman he loves. It is a fascinating account of the way of life long gone at Wentworth Hall in the same league as Downton Abbey.
A tale of responsibility, love, betrayal, and suspense during the Gilded Age.
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He walked quietly into the entrance hall where only one light was turned on. The whole house was dark except for the table lamp which was dimly lit casting a shadow across the hallway. As he walked in, a light yellow piece of paper caught his attention right away. It was staring him right in the face as he opened the door. It was placed neatly on the silver tray on the entrance hall table in his home in Knightsbridge, an exclusive residential and retail district in Central London within walking distance from Hyde Park and Harrods. It was odd that there was something on the silver tray.
Mr. Granger, his butler, a man of medium height about 5’10” with a round face and bespectacled and an air of authority, delivered his mail to him on the silver tray when they came in during the day but usually nothing at night. He remembered telling Mr. Granger not to wait for him when he left his house earlier that evening to go to the 1927 Spring Ball at Grosvenor Square. He knew he would be very late. It was now almost two o’clock in the morning. Mr. Granger must have left the yellow piece of paper on the silver tray knowing he could not miss it when he came home.
Spencer Wentworth had too much to drink at the party and too inebriated to comprehend what he saw. With difficulty, he picked up the yellow piece of paper gingerly, opened it and tried to focus his eye. It was a telegram. He started to read.
The telegram said, “COME HOME STOP URGENT STOP”. Just five words, so powerful in their brevity. He stared at them and frowned, his mind slowly absorbing what he read. It was not what he expected to see coming home late at night. He read it one more time. “COME HOME STOP URGENT STOP”, it said. There was no explanation and no denying it was urgent. It said so. He looked at the signature. He thought it might be from home, from his father, George Wentworth Jr. but it was not. The telegram was signed by their family lawyer, Alistair Prescott. “Why would Prescott send me a telegram? What could be so urgent?” He wondered what it all meant.