Chapter 5
“How long are you staying?” Tristan asked Alfie the following morning over kippers.
Alfie put down his fork and dabbed his mouth with his napkin. “Am I in the way?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Dearest boy…” Alfie began, eyes serious for once, but before he could continue Samuel edged his way into the room.
“Samuel,” Tristan said, eternally thankful for the interruption. “I trust you had a good night?”
“Excellent, thank you.”
“Do help yourself, we’re quite informal in the morning despite the surroundings,” he said, gesturing to the rather grandiose room. He watched Samuel load his plate with eggs and sausage, take a cup of coffee, and sit down opposite him, casting wary glances at Alfie. The footman left the room, leaving the three of them together. Tristan made a mental note t
