Avebury Manor had two distinct libraries, each serving a unique purpose. The larger library was a grand affair. A rich Persian carpet set the tone for the room, complemented by red furniture and a grand piano. John Roxton's writing desk occupied a prominent space, and two red armchairs with floral patterns were placed near the windows for reading and contemplation. Sturdy pillars flanked the entrance, and heavy curtains added a sense of gravitas. Bookshelves from floor to ceiling held an extensive collection of literature, and an ornate ceiling rounded off the room's majestic ambiance.
The smaller library, in contrast, was more intimate. Lighter colors, a single writing desk, a couple of armchairs, and a modest couch offered a quieter place for reflection. A wireless set in one corner hinted that this space was also a gateway to the wider world.
Professor George Edward Challenger and his colleague, Dr Oliver Wallace arrived at Avebury Manor. Dr. Oliver Wallace, was a distinguished child psychologist with a keen interest in identifying and nurturing intellectual gifts in children. He was directed to the smaller, cozier library for the task of assessing young William's talents.
Challenger, John, and Malone were waiting in the grand library, each nursing a glass of whiskey as they waited in the room's cozy armchairs.
Dr. Oliver Wallace stepped into the grand library, visibly impressed by the surroundings but more so by the young prodigy he had just assessed.
"Gentlemen, you do indeed have a child prodigy on your hands. It's crucial, however, to guide his development carefully. We don't want to overwhelm him. Given his age, I would recommend starting with something like chess or piano. As he grows, his interests will naturally evolve, and you can support him accordingly."
Challenger's face lit up. "Ah, chess or piano today, quantum physics tomorrow! I always knew the boy had it in him. I can already see him following in my scientific footsteps."
John Roxton, while clearly pleased with the doctor's evaluation, seemed to take a more measured stance. "That's wonderful to hear, but I want William to have a normal childhood as well. Playtime and friends."
As night fell over Avebury Manor, Veronica and Malone found themselves walking in the gardens, beneath a sky dotted with stars.
Veronica looked up at the sky, her gaze fixing on a particularly bright star. "So, what does it all mean for William, really? Considering he is an heir to the earldom, and everything."
"Well, traditionally, earls haven't exactly been encouraged to pursue academic careers. Usually, it's been more about land management, politics, and the like."
"That's what I thought. So, what now?"
"I don't know. But times are changing, even for the aristocracy. The world is going through a lot of shifts—economic, social, and political. So, why shouldn't an earl also be a scientist, an artist, or an intellectual?"
"And knowing Marguerite," Veronica added, "She will definitely encourage any intellectual or artistic pursuits William shows interest in."