William Bantock was a young, eligible gentleman from a highly esteemed family. His debut in Victorian society was second-to-none, and though nearly a disaster by virtue of his forgetting to don a handkerchief, William played off the absentmindedness of his manservant by expressing that he never had a runny nose in his life. It was a bold move, and it won him favor in his debut. He was dressed in a gold-buttoned coat of navy blue in the new style popular in London, along with striped pants and a gentleman’s top hat. The walking stick, a gift from his father, Sir Nathan Bantock, was spherical about the head and detailed with the likeness of a lion. The shaft was black—the boot, gold. Before the debut, his mother, Dame Louise Bantock, fussed greatly over his shoes, insisting they had not been adequately polished, yet conversely, she had been the one insisting that a man’s debut in society was less important than a lady’s debut. Having borne four sons, she was adamant on that fact.
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