Augustus stopped with his fork halfway to his mouth, setting the implement down again and looking at the woman opposite. "I am hardly the sort of man to make a capable father, Georgina." He told her, although the thought now began to amuse him.
It was only unfortunate he could see sense in her words. The boy might be improving, but he could die before he married or fathered a child, and even then if the child was a daughter... and by that time, should Fabian be taken from them, he himself might be too old to rescue their family. "I do so dislike it when you are right."