Chapter Thirty-Four
Lord Octavius didn’t try to speak with Pip at dinnertime, nor did he attempt to talk to her afterwards, which was a relief, because she was still shaken from the day’s events, and not only shaken but exhausted, and any discussion between them would undoubtedly end in tears on her part and anger on his and she didn’t have the resilience to cope with either of those things, let alone both.
But even though Pip was relieved that Lord Octavius didn’t attempt to speak with her, she was also a little surprised. She’d expected him to try to fight for his vision of their future.
That evening, when she was climbing into bed, someone knocked quietly on her door. Pip froze, residual terror clenching in her breast. Go away, she wanted to call out; instead, she cautiously said, “W
