“Hiding?” Anthony queried. “So you admit that is what you are doing?”
“Of course I am,” the Marquis answered. “I don’t intend to return to London until I am quite certain that there are no storms or tempests waiting for me.”
“I have a feeling that might be a long time,” Anthony smiled, “and knowing how easily you become bored, Justin, I am feeling rather apprehensive in case the peace and quiet of the country, where nothing ever happens, palls too quickly.”
“I will tell you if it does,” the Marquis said, “but I know one thing – we shall find this brandy a considerable solace.”
Anthony sipped from the glass that the servant had just put beside him.
“You are right,” he cried. “It is exceptional!”
“It must have been in the cellar a long time or perhaps it crossed the Channel under the v
