“Why is that?” the Duke asked, climbing thankfully into his bed and thinking nothing had ever seemed more comfortable than the softness of the feather pillows that Travers arranged behind his head.
Travers glanced towards the door.
“I don’t know that I should be sayin’ this to you, sir, but seein’ as you’re a soldier and seein’ there’s no one else I can confide in, I’ll tell you the truth. ’Tis worried to death I am!”
“Tell me why,” the Duke encouraged him.
“Well, sir, Captain Giles has been comin’ to see the Master on and off ever since I can remember and the only reason he has ever called has been to extract money!
“How old is the Captain?” the Duke interposed. “I have thought of him as a very young man!”
“No indeed, Sir, Captain Giles will not see thirty-eight again as sure as I a
