Algernon nodded. Good, good. He didn't particularly care about his grandchildren as individuals, obviously--it would be rather hypocritical of him if he did, and, somehow, he was self-aware enough to know that--but it was good to know that the next generation of the family was progressing as expected. Even if it was the part of the next generation that mattered less--Philippa, for being a girl, and young Algernon for not being a Rowle. Still. One less thing to worry about was still one less thing, even if it was small compared to the rest. What else? he wrote.

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