Chapter Six
An afternoon in June, Oxfordshire
“Tell me about Basil and Percival,” Oliver said, after they’d passed through Leafield. The chaise swayed gently as it bustled its way towards Shipton-under-Wychwood. “What were they like?”
He saw Primrose and Rhodes exchange a glance. They both hesitated, each giving the other the chance to speak first.
“You knew them better than I did,” Primrose said finally.
Rhodes grimaced faintly. “Not really.”
“You didn’t like them?” Oliver asked, trying to interpret that grimace.
“I scarcely knew them,” Rhodes said. “We moved in different circles for the most part, and when we were at the same events we generally avoided each other.”
Oliver lifted his eyebrows. “You did?”
“Of course we did,” Rhodes said. “My father sided with your father all thos
