be that it took two attempts before he could gain her attention and instruct her to follow him from the room.
Putting her sudden disinclination to talk down to the lateness of the hour, and fatigue, he didnât attempt to make conversation until he had taken leave of the host, and had led the way outside to where his carriage stood awaiting him.
âGet in, Georgie,â he ordered, so far forgetting himself as to open the door for her. âI shall not be returning to Berkeley Square with you.â He then turned to his head groom, perched high on the box. âI entrust it to you to take care of my page, Perkins. I shall make my own way home in the morning.â And with that he sauntered off down the road, leaving both his servants to stare after him.
âBut why isnât he coming with us? Whereâs he going, do you suppose?â a bewildered little voice enquired.
The head groom looked down, askance, at the slight figure by the roadside. âCor blimey, lad. Green by name and green by nature, thatâs you! Heâs going to pay a visit to his mistress, oâ course! He wonât be getting muchsleep tonight, if I knows anything. But I needs mine, so climb aboard and letâs get going!â
The instruction was obeyed, but a moment later the carriage door was slammed shut with considerable violence.
Chapter Three
T he following morning Brindle located his quarry with no difficulty whatsoever. Seated at the kitchen table, the page was lending Cook a helping hand as usual, although for some reason seeming less sociable than usual. He didnât perceive anything untoward in this slightly subdued state. The child had not gone to bed until the early hours, and was no doubt feeling slightly out of spirits through lack of sleep.
âHis lordship has returned to the house, Mrs Willard, and requires breakfast as soon as maybe. He will partake of it in the breakfast parlour and desires you, George, to serve him.â
As this was an undoubted honour bestowed upon one so young and inexperienced, the response was not quite what the butler might have expected.
âOh, he does, does he!â Looking decidedly mutinous, the page rose abruptly from the chair, very nearly toppling it over in the process. âWell, he can damn well serve it himself, because Iâm going out! Come, Ronan!â
It would have been difficult to say which member ofthe staff present was most shocked by the outburst. Both the scullery maid and the boots stared open-mouthed as the door leading to the mews was slammed shut by the clearly disgruntled young servant. Even Mrs Willard appeared taken aback by the outburst.
âWell, upon my soul! Thereâs heat for you, Mr Brindle!â Cook declared, when sheâd recovered from the shock. âHave you ever heard the like before? Anyone might suppose the boy doesnât know his place.â
âAnd there you have hit upon it exactly, Mrs Willard, because I do not believe he does know his place!â Napes announced, having entered the kitchen in time to witness the shocking outburst. âAnd he should be made to learn it! Itâs no good, Mr Brindle,â he continued. âI know you look kindly upon the boy, and have from the first, but behaviour of that sort cannot go unpunished. His lordship should be told about this appalling breach of conduct.â
âBut not by you, Mr Napes,â the butler countered. âKindly remember I am in charge here; I shall decide how best to deal with the matter.â
In truth, the highly skilled and diligent major-domo was in something of a quandary. He was fully aware that it was essential to maintain discipline and standards below stairs at all times, otherwise his authority would quickly be called into question. Yet, at the same time, the valet had been so right: he had developed a genuine fondness for his latest protégé.
Only the day before the boy had joined him at the table, without
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