Chapter Thirty-Seven
Pip was halfway through breakfast with two very excited little girls when a knock sounded on the nursery door. Lord Octavius entered. Pip had a strong moment of déjà vu. Lord Newingham had looked exactly like this yesterday morning, out of breath and clutching a piece of paper.
“This just came by express,” he told her, thrusting the paper at her. “From my brother. Read it.”
Pip put down her butter knife and took the letter.
“Is Uncle Robert with you?” Edie asked, craning to look past Lord Octavius.
“He’s downstairs eating his breakfast,” Lord Octavius told her.
“Are you going to have breakfast with us?” Fanny asked.
“No. My breakfast is downstairs, too, but I had to show Miss Toogood this letter.”
Pip unfolded the missive. It was written in a masculine hand.
O
