Chapter 18: WarrickI found myself wishing there were a faster method of transatlantic travel than ship. I paced the deck, chatted desultorily with my fellow passengers, and paced some more, occasionally distracting myself by sketching what I might possibly do to repair Thorny Walk House.
It wasn’t simply because John had been buried by the time I got to Father’s townhouse in London. Father looked at me with eyes that were bleak and distant and saw nothing beyond the fact that his heir was six feet under. He had no use for me there, and I turned on my heel and left him in his study with a bottle of whisky to keep him company.
I went to a post office and sent a telegramme to Fox, letting him know I’d arrived safely and asking him to inform Mother of the fact. Then I went to Father’s solici
