Chapter Fifteen
The next morning, the breakfast table was notable for Lord Werth’s absence. Ordinarily, he liked to linger over the meal, and generally remained there until most other members of the family had taken their repast. The latest books and papers were typically left for his perusal, by servants who were accustomed to his lordship’s habits.
This morning, his seat was empty, and the day’s papers evidently untouched.
Delicacy not being Theo’s strong suit, as he helped himself to a cup of chocolate and steadfastly avoided the food, he said: ‘Papa’s out raising the dead again, is he?’
‘Yes,’ sighed Lady Werth. ‘There was something he rather wished to consult Felix about, and it could not wait until moon-wane. I do not precisely understand why.’ Not before she had got all of this
