CHAPTER FIVELady Edith Fowles, Lord Ranulph’s mother, was sipping her cup of coffee and sorting through the morning post, which had just been brought to her on a silver tray.
“Well, my dear, it has been such a pleasure to have your company these last two weeks,” she said to her son in an affectionate tone.
Lord Ranulph had just come down to breakfast. He went over to the sideboard and helped himself to some kedgeree and scrambled eggs.
It felt odd, even after two weeks to be here in the elegant and calm ambience of Fowles Place.
He missed the bustle and excitement of being in his rooms in College, hearing his fellow students tramping up and down the stairs and talking at the tops of their voices.
He sat down at the table opposite his mother.
“I am so very glad you have decided not to
