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Wentworth Hall

Wentworth Hall

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by Abby Grahame

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A must-read for Downton Abbey fans—a lush, historical novel about the secretive Darlingtons of Wentworth Hall.

Can’t get enough of Downton Abbey? Visit Wentworth Hall. It’s one of England’s oldest estates, and the Darlingtons are among the elite class of British society. But under the wealth are secrets that must


A must-read for Downton Abbey fans—a lush, historical novel about the secretive Darlingtons of Wentworth Hall.

Can’t get enough of Downton Abbey? Visit Wentworth Hall. It’s one of England’s oldest estates, and the Darlingtons are among the elite class of British society. But under the wealth are secrets that must stay hidden.

It’s 1912, and eighteen-year-old Maggie and her mother have just returned from a year abroad where Lady Darlington has had a baby boy, James. But he is not the only addition to the house. They have also brought back Therese, their new French tutor, as well as welcomed the orphaned teenage twins, Teddy and Jessica, who have just lost their father aboard the Titanic. This adds to an already crowded house of Darlingtons and staff, all of whom have a penchant for gossiping about their employers.

As time passes, it becomes clear that Teddy and Jessica would rather be anywhere else and that Maggie is a different person from the one who left Wentworth. Her family’s financial future rests with her finding the best husband—and her parents are sure that is Teddy.

When scandalous satires start appearing in the newspaper with details that closely mirror the lives of the Darlingtons, the family is determined to find the culprit and keep their affairs under wraps. But at Wentworth Hall, nothing stays secret for long….

Editorial Reviews

School Library Journal
Gr 7 Up—Wentworth Hall, the Darlingtons' estate, crumbles around its owners, hinting at the turmoil ahead. The eldest daughter, Maggie, and her mother have returned from a yearlong trip to France along with Mrs. Darlington's new baby and the baby's French nanny. Maggie no longer has the carefree attitude she left with, and her sister and the staff, most noticeably Michael, the stable keeper, wonder why. As the family adjusts to the return of these two women, it is announced that two more houseguests, the recently orphaned and wealthy Fitzhugh twins, will be staying with the family. With the Darlingtons' own finances quickly diminishing, it is assumed that Maggie will marry the Fitzhugh son or an aging bachelor who lives next door. After the Fitzhughs move in, a local newspaper runs a column by a mysterious satirist who pokes fun at the Darlingtons' tattered home, their shallowness, and their secrets. Those secrets, including two illegitimate children, are slowly revealed during the course of the novel, which is set in the English countryside in 1912. Nora, a likable member of the service staff, bridges the upper-class and working-class worlds, but most of the characters and the gushy dialogue between Maggie and Michael quickly become tiresome. Teens who enjoy romance novels may be enthralled with the Darlington soap opera, which ends well for some. The predictable plot and lack of depth, however, will leave others wishing that they had chosen something else.Hilary Writt, Sullivan University, Lexington, KY
Publishers Weekly
Maggie is the eldest daughter of the (formerly) wealthy Darlington family of Wentworth Hall, a sprawling and once glorious manor in the English countryside—yet she's in love with a lowly stable groom. Lila is her naïve younger sister, jealous of Maggie's popularity with the boys, especially their handsome, rich visitor, Teddy Fitzhugh, to whom Lord and Lady Darlington hope to wed Maggie. Enter a bevy of servants with their own scandals, loves, and grievances, plus Teddy's nasty twin sister, Jessica, and readers are set up for nonstop period drama. Grahame's witty debut is a terrific start to a series in the vein of Anna Godbersen's The Luxe books, with a setting that will thrill Downton Abbey fans. A minor shortcoming: the satirical interludes, written anonymously by someone with inside knowledge of the Darlingtons' financial situation and published serially in a newspaper. While they supply additional intrigue as the family struggles to determine who the interloper is, they disrupt what is otherwise the delicious, gossipy, drama-filled life of the Darlington ladies and their counterparts in the servants' quarters. Ages 12–up. (May)
VOYA - Kathleen Beck
In their stately country home in 1920's Britain, the Darlington family awaits the arrival of their houseguests, the wealthy Fitzhugh twins, Teddy and Jessica. Lord Darlington hopes that Teddy will fall in love with Lady Maggie, the eldest daughter, and thereby rescue the failing family fortune. Maggie has recently returned from a year in France with her mother and new baby brother, and her sister Lila wonders what happened to change their previously close relationship. Meanwhile lady's maid Nora keeps a sharp eye on household developments, handsome groom Michael pines for Maggie, Jessica snubs Lila, and the French nanny, Therese, harbors a shocking secret. The attraction Wesley, the heir, feels for Therese hits an unexpected roadblock. To make matters worse, someone is writing a series of anonymous pieces for the local newspaper satirizing the family. It is a busy summer at Wentworth Hall. Cliches of English country life abound in these pages, leaving little room for character development or novel plot devices. The text shows signs of hasty editing, with frequent inconsistencies and some jarring Americanisms (the baby teethes on frozen bagels). Fans of TV's Downton Abbey may be drawn to the title by the "upstairs/downstairs" atmosphere and the attractive cover photograph of handsome, haughty young people but there is little depth here to hold their interest. An alternative for older readers is Maisie Dobbs by Jacqueline Winspear , which offers a more complete depiction of the time period. Reviewer: Kathleen Beck

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Chapter One

MAGGIE DARLINGTON ROLLED OVER IN bed and squinted into the sunlight pouring through the lace curtains of her bedroom window. As if suddenly realizing where she was, she groaned, spread her fingers wide, and placed both hands over her face. She wordlessly cursed the brilliant sunshine and bemoaned her return to Wentworth Hall, sliding deeper under her floral eiderdown quilt and soft, voluminous bed covers.

If she were in Paris—as she had been only two weeks earlier—the red velvet drapes would still be drawn and she’d be permitted to sleep until noon—at least. To think, she had looked forward to coming home. She had really believed life would return to normal after her year away in France. How wrong she had been.

But, like it or not, she was back in Sussex now, and Nora, her ladies maid, had already begun their morning ritual, slipping silently into her room only a few hours after dawn to draw aside the heavy damask window coverings. It was Maggie’s father, Lord Arthur Darlington’s, none-too-subtle way of rousing the household for the day. Her father loved Wentworth Hall, and felt his entire family should share his affection. Never mind the fact that there wasn’t much to do at the house if you were a lady. Other than read in the library. Or practice sewing in the parlor. Or have tea with her younger sister, Lila. Despite eighteen years of doing just that, Maggie had yet to grow fond of those activities.

Dropping her hands down by her sides as if in surrender, she realized it was no use trying to go back to sleep. She had already spent the last few weeks claiming the journey had exhausted her. If she couldn’t get back to normal exactly, she did have to find a new routine, a new “normal.” And no better day than the present to get started.

She could hear the servants already up and about. Footsteps trundled down the hall, and the lingering homey smell of bacon was unmistakable. Probably a servant delivering Lady Darlington’s breakfast. She was the only one Lord Darlington allowed the luxury of breakfast in the bedroom, and solely because Lady Beatrice Darlington had recently delivered him a second male heir. Meanwhile, said male heir was being cared for night and day by the French nanny they had brought back from Paris.

Although Maggie claimed to have developed a preference for the “continental breakfast” of pastry and dark coffee she’d been enjoying during the past year’s stay in Nice and then Paris, this morning the idea of a good English “fry-up” had appeal.

Maggie tossed off the quilt, letting it slide to the floor, sat up, and stretched her lanky frame. Gathering her lush honey blond curls into a bundle, she twisted the hair into a topknot that would hold its form without the help of hairpins or a ribbon.

She lowered herself from her high four-poster bed, pulled a matching peignoir over the daring rose-colored satin nightgown her aunt had purchased for her on the Champs ÉlysÉes and crossed to the window.

Green hills dotted with trees rolled out for miles, and the stream’s water sparkled in the distance. It called to mind the many hours she’d spent riding on those very grounds. She remembered laughing as she galloped faster and faster, scaring Michael, her groom, and forcing him to race after her. Once upon a time, Maggie had spent as many waking hours as possible out in those very fields, relishing the feel of the wind in her hair and the reckless abandon of pushing her favorite horse, Buckingham, to his limits.

But those days of girlish, foolish, behavior were over.

She stepped back when she saw Michael walking out of the stable with Lila’s horse, Windsor. Maggie hadn’t seen Michael since the day she left for the Continent, over a year ago. From this distance, he looked just as she remembered—broad shoulders, strong arms, and easy, self-assured gait. He’d always had a confidence about him, even when they were children. She caught sight of her reflection in the windowpane and wondered if he would notice any difference in her. Not that she planned to give him an opportunity to do so.

Maggie inspected her hazy appearance in the glass, not so much to admire it—though since childhood everyone had commented on what a pretty girl she was and she wasn’t deaf to the praise—but rather to search for signs of change. Surely the experiences abroad had lent maturity to her features? Had the girlish sparkle left her brown eyes, replaced by a new worldliness?

There was a knock on the door. “Come in,” Maggie responded, turning and crossing her room to take a seat at her vanity. She assumed Nora was returning to lay out her clothing.

“Pardon, mademoiselle.”

Turning sharply toward the unexpected voice, Maggie took in the figure of petite, delicate Therese, nanny to newborn James.

“What is it, Therese?” Maggie’s tone was colder than she had intended.

“Madame Darlington is still sleeping and I am not sure.… Shall I take baby James for a stroll this morning?” Therese inquired in her heavily accented English.

“Why would you ask me?” Maggie snapped. Seeing the bags under Therese’s normally sparkling brown eyes made her regret her tone. Perhaps Therese was homesick for France. Or for her mother, who Maggie had learned had died only a year before, leaving Therese without any family in the world.

“I am sorry. I only thought—”

Feeling guilty for her peevishness, Maggie softened. “Please don’t apologize. I only meant that James is not my responsibility. If Lady Darlington is still sleeping, ask my father to wake her.”

Therese stepped back, almost recoiling from the very idea. “Oh, no,” she said, hesitating. “I would never wish to bother Lord Darlington with such a matter.”

“I don’t see why not. I can’t imagine what Lord Darlington could be doing that is more important.”

“Right now he is addressing the staff,” Therese told her.

Maggie sniffed with annoyance. “What’s he bothering them about now?” Though it did explain why Nora wasn’t there to help her dress. Maggie walked over to her wardrobe to select an outfit for herself.

“I am not certain. I was told it did not concern me.” Therese tilted her head toward the open door. “Pardon, I must return to little James.”

“Yes, yes, by all means, go,” Maggie dismissed Therese with an absent wave and surveyed the many dresses in front of her. The less she saw of Therese—and baby James, for that matter—the better.

Before she’d selected the day’s outfit, seventeen-year-old Nora burst into the room, red-faced and frazzled. “Sorry, Miss Maggie. I was hoping you weren’t up yet. His lordship was giving us a talk and I just slipped away quiet-like because I didn’t want to leave you stranded here in your room with nothing to wear.”

“Well, you needn’t have worried, Nora. I’m perfectly capable of dressing myself. In fact, from now on let’s just skip this dressing ritual. Really, it’s so old-fashioned. What do you say?”

Nora bustled past Maggie and pulled a charcoal gray frock with a wide white bib collar from the wardrobe and laid it out across a love seat in the corner of the room. “Her ladyship would never hear of that!” Nora objected firmly. “It wouldn’t be right.”

Turning, hands on her hips, Nora looked Maggie up and down. “You’re looking very ooh-la-la today. Very pretty nightgown, I dare say, but has your mother seen it?”

“I’m eighteen, Nora! I don’t have to have my mother’s permission for my nightgown.”

“You got that in Paris, didn’t you?” Nora guessed with an air of disapproval. “And I’ll wager her Ladyship wasn’t with you when you bought it.”

“Nora!” Maggie scolded. She had known Nora for as long as she could remember and she wasn’t about to be lectured to by the waifish, freckle-faced maid with whom she’d played as a child while Nora’s mother cooked downstairs in the servants’ quarters.

“Have it your own way,” Nora gave in. “You always do, anyway.” She pulled open a dresser drawer and selected a full-length slip, stockings, garters, a corset, and underdrawers.

“I don’t want to wear any of that,” Maggie insisted. “It’s the middle of August. I don’t need stockings and I most certainly do not want a corset.”

“No corset?!” Nora exclaimed. “What’s going to hold you together?”

Nora’s horrified expression made Maggie burst out with laughter. “Same as what holds you together, I imagine. My bones and skin. At least I hope so!” Sifting through the clothes hanging in her armoire, Maggie contemplated her Parisian purchases. “Here, look at this, Nora.” She held up a straight-lined floral sheath of a translucent fabric, lined with green satin. It was worn with a coordinating billowy green tunic-length jacket. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

“It’s something, all right,” Nora allowed. “You’ll certainly make an impression at the breakfast table. But wear it at your own risk. And don’t be saying I selected it for you.”

“I’ll take the blame,” Maggie agreed. Nora helped her change into the outfit. Truthfully, wearing something daring made her feel like her old self again. It felt good. “I’m starving. I take it I haven’t missed breakfast?”

Pulling down her quick updo, Maggie shook her hair out, letting it spill around her shoulders, and began to brush. Without comment, Nora plucked the brush from her hand and continued the job. “No, you’re in luck. His lordship’s talk has delayed everything this morning.”

“What on Earth is he babbling about for so long?”

“It’s about those houseguests coming to live here at Wentworth Hall.”

Maggie addressed Nora’s face in the mirror. “Houseguests?” she asked. “Coming here? Whoever could they be? And how long will they be staying?”

“The Fitzhughs. Don’t know more than that,” Nora mumbled, holding a couple of pins in her mouth as she arranged Maggie’s hair. “There,” she said, admiring her handiwork.

Nora went off to take care of Lila, and Maggie headed down the hall. From the curved central staircase she could see the immense lobby below on the main floor of the estate. Most of the indoor staff of about thirty was assembled and listening to Lord Darlington’s address. Craning over the balcony to hear his words, they came to her in a low drone. The staff could see her, though they dared not give any indication of it, but Lord Darlington’s back was to Maggie and so he continued undisturbed.

Her father was dressed in a navy blue, single-breasted waistcoat, vest, and pants. His crisp white wing-collared shirt was nestled beneath a perfectly done black bow tie. His black shoes were polished daily and gleaming. As she descended the stairs, Maggie noted that the ever-widening bald spot on his head also held a shine and it amused her to imagine his manservant, Gerald, polishing it. Maggie would not put it beneath her father to request such a service.

“Are there any questions about what I have just said?” Lord Darlington asked the staff as Maggie settled on the stairs behind him.

“None at all, sir,” Percival the head butler spoke for the others, standing with his usual square-shouldered perfect posture. “The young Fitzhughs shall be cared for with no less diligence than if they were His Royal Highness King Edward himself. We look forward to attending to their every need no matter how major or how minor. You can count on us, sir.”

“I will count on it,” Lord Darlington replied. “Indeed, I will insist upon it. You may dismiss the staff.”

“Thank you, sir,” Perceval said with a sharp nod.

Lord Darlington turned and noticed Maggie on the steps. “The Fitz-whos?” she asked.

“Maggie. Good to see you up and about this fine morning. I take it your travel malaise has lifted?” Lord Darlington held out his hand and helped Maggie up from the stairs. “And what, may I ask, are you wearing?” he asked, taking in her rather eccentric outfit as she stood up.

“It’s the latest thing from Paris. Isn’t it delightful? It’s Aunt Daphne–approved.”

Lord Darlington’s face was less delighted. “Well, I’m not certain I approve. Though I am glad to see you, regardless of your attire. You will not wear that in England—and certainly not while we have houseguests.”

“All right, Father. I will change if you insist. But first you must tell me, who are the Fitzhughs? And why are we hosting them with such fanfare?”

“You may have heard me speak of my days serving in the army during the Second Boer War in South Africa.”

Endlessly, Maggie thought, and hoped she hadn’t inadvertently rolled her eyes, a gesture her father deplored.

“Reginald Fitzhugh was my closest friend and during a particularly violent skirmish, he saved my life. Ever since then we have been closer than brothers.”

“Then why have I never met him?” Maggie asked.

“Reggie went on to make his fortune in diamond trading, which required him to stay close to the diamond mines of South Africa,” Lord Darlington explained. “We have corresponded avidly for the last twenty-five years.”

“And now he’s dead?”

“Sadly, yes. His wife also passed on many years before, and that leaves his children with no one to care for them but us.”

“Us?” Maggie asked, the pitch of her voice rising, aghast at the thought of taking on any responsibility for small children. “How old are the little tykes?”

“You needn’t worry, Maggie; Teddy and Jessica Fitzhugh are almost your age. They will both turn eighteen in a matter of months.”

“They’re twins?”

“Quite so, and given this tragic turn of events, they are dependent on our kindness. I expect you will treat them with the same warmth and hospitality as members of our family receive.”

Members of our family receive about as much warmth as a snowstorm, Maggie considered, but decided not to voice her thoughts. “I’m sorry to hear of their father’s death. But certainly, they must be perfectly capable of living on their own at their age?” she asked instead.

“Their fortune is being held in trust until they turn eighteen,” Lord Darlington answered. “Their father made the contract iron-clad, I’m afraid. No way to get them any money a day before their birthdays.”

“Ahh,” Maggie said, amused that the plot had just thickened. It certainly explained her father’s sudden and uncharacteristic benevolence.

“And what, might I ask, is meant by ahh?” Lord Darlington asked.

“Oh, nothing,” Maggie replied with a cagey smile. He knew what she meant. The Darlington fortune was not what it once had been. The trappings were still there: the immense grandeur of Wentworth Hall, the staff of servants, the expensive clothing. But Maggie wasn’t blind… or deaf… or dumb… and you would have to be all three to live in Wentworth Hall and not see that the family funds had been overspent and badly invested. A fresh infusion of a South African diamond fortune would be just the boost they needed. She wondered how her father planned to get his hands on the Fitzhugh fortune. Perhaps Wesley would have to return from Oxford and wed Miss Diamond Mines? She only hoped Jessica Fitzhugh was passably attractive, for her elder brother’s sake.

The clatter of dishes being laid out could be heard from the dining room, and Maggie’s stomach rumbled with hunger. She headed in the direction of the sound, but Lord Darlington clasped her at the elbow, halting her progress. “Upstairs, young lady, and change out of that Parisian getup.”

Casting a longing eye toward the dining room, Maggie turned back and said, “Yes, Father.” She started toward the staircase and began to climb.

“Maggie,” Lord Darlington said, walking toward her, his expression turning thoughtful. “You have indeed become a most lovely young woman. There was a time, not long ago, when I worried about your… impulsive nature.”

Stopping on the staircase, Maggie turned warily.

“It seems to me that your sojourn on the continent has lent you a new maturity that becomes you,” he observed.

Maggie descended two steps, her heart sinking with this observation. By all accounts, her father’s words were meant as a compliment. So why did it feel so insulting? Especially given the fact that he was right. Any spark of the girl she once was had been extinguished. She’d put it out herself.

“We should think about getting you out into society more. It’s time we turned our attention to providing you with a suitable husband.”

“Of course,” Maggie snapped. “And I suppose you think Teddy Fitzhugh would be suitable?” she said, tossing off the words with worldly knowingness, making it clear that he was right to think her changed. She was no longer the wild unruly colt who had departed for the continent last year. She knew now how these games were played, and she was willing to play them.

“Perhaps,” Lord Darlington replied in a level tone, “if he will have you. We also have more local suitors. Your mother would like to keep you close by, if possible. And the Duke of Cotswall has expressed interest.” With that shocking revelation, he nodded his dismissal, turning his back and walking into his study.

Maggie gripped the curved banister to steady herself. Stunned by his words, she sank onto the step. This announcement had taken her utterly by surprise. It was the last thing she would have expected—or welcomed.

Meet the Author

Abby Grahame lives in upstate New York. Her interest in historical fiction and British period dramas inspired Wentworth Hall, her first novel.

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Wentworth Hall 3.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 15 reviews.
ScornfulScarlet More than 1 year ago
Overall, I enjoyed it. It seemed a bit short, and at times a bit rushed, but it was very much what I enjoy to read. Although I may be a bit biased because I seem to hold everything to the standards of "The Luxe" series, but this book was not bad. Predictable at times, but a nice read if you are looking for something enjoyable without the long string of confusing characters.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If i could give it no stars i would. Just because you give people english sounding names and tell us in the beginning, what year and location this is all taking place, doesnt make this good. This is the poor and uneducated mans Downton Abbey. The story within the story was difficult to read and impossible to believe. I cant believe the cost of this book was so high...$10 freaking dollars! I want my money back! To the author- dont quit your day job, and i seriously hope you have one.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great little summer read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I found this novel to be very enjoyable. It was a simple read and sometimes that is what one needs, especially when you are busy with studies. Not too much drama.. I adore wonderful love stories and this one was very hopeful! I agree with the others that it may have been longer but I truly believe the author controls such matters and if Ms. Grahame wished it to be this length, then so be it. It did not take away from the story line at all. And the characters were intriguing, none of them were over-the-top, very realistic! 5 stars because I found no problems with it and I enjoyed it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
None of the "secrets" came as a surpise to me. That being said, it's ok if you want a quick read, though I'd suggest getting it from the library. It isn't worth actually paying for.
KatyBooks More than 1 year ago
I did like the story that was told but how it was told was subpar. It wasn't well written at all and the language used could have been chosen better. I have to admit that at some points while reading the book I wondered how it ever got published.
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DisneyCharacter More than 1 year ago
Wentworth Hall is about a family who have secrets. The father, Lord Darlington, invites his deceased friend's children, because they are to inherit a large sum of money. Maggie, the oldest daughter, is supposed to marry the son, Teddy. There's also a baby and a new French nanny. Okay, the story was boring. It was predictable, it was like a historical fiction soap opera. The characters were worse. Their personalities were forced onto us. There's the overly gossipy maid, Nora; the dumb groom, Michael; the two twins, Jessica and Teddy; the forgettable daughter, Lila; the French nanny, Therese; and the snotty older daughter, Maggie. These sound like interesting characters, but trust me, they're all forgettable. The secrets were obvious and the writing was confusing. Everything was rushed, and sometimes I felt like I'd skipped ahead a few pages. It was dull and boring, but if you liked it, good on you. For me though, it was something I really would've rather skipped. I felt like this could be good, but it falls short.
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Allison_oo More than 1 year ago
It was dumb and poorly written. It has a lot of potential, but it sounded like a 7 year old wrote it which completely ruined the story.
Whisperlynn More than 1 year ago
The premise is interesting but the storytelling is rather watered-down. This book could have easily been twice as long if the writer had provided more build-up and created intrigue. The "shocking secrets" come about roughly and obviously...there is no credit given to the reader's intelligence which makes this a good read for pre-teens who want to feel like they're reading above their level, but not so much for teens or adults. Not very entertaining at all.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The story over all was ok, but failry typical. This book was way short, not even two hundred pages, so that was a littlbe bit of a let down. Over all, entertaining.
music10127 More than 1 year ago
it looks like a good book. i'm not sure i will buy it though