Chapter 4
Dinner was probably the best meal that Oliver had eaten since returning from the continent. Simpson—he didn’t dare think of him as Daniel—sat opposite him, eating and drinking and laughing as though they had never been apart. They had always been on the best of terms despite the difference in rank and status. Daniel Simpson was simply the very best of good fellows. The best of the best. He didn’t mind when Simpson retired early. He was happy to sit by the fire and read for the rest of the evening, though if asked, he would have been hard pushed to say what it was he read. When he retired for the night, he hesitated outside Simpson’s room. It had become that now, not the guest room, but Simpson’s room. He wanted to look in on him, but now he was better and up and about it seemed
