Chapter 19
It was early when I awoke the next morning. Mrs Johnson was throwing back the curtains. “Good morning, sir,” she said cheerfully. “I’ve brought you some water so you can have a wash. I’m sorry for waking you so early, but Captain Thomas is desirous of speaking with you before he leaves for the day.”
Face him before I’d come to grips with the fact that I had committed an unforgivable blunder? “Er…isn’t it awfully early for him?”
“Oh, no. Captain Thomas is usually up at this hour.”
Dammit. He was a gentleman. Weren’t they supposed to loll about in bed until all hours? “Well, I…uh, I think I’ll just see to my animals, Mrs Johnson.”
“Oh, but won’t you be wanting your breakfast, sir?”
“I don’t eat breakfast.” Which she knew for a bald-faced lie, since she’d seen the demolished
