Chapter Twenty-Two
“Could I do that?” Pip asked, once Mr. Pryor and Lord Newingham had departed, grumbling.
Lord Octavius shook his head. “Probably not. It’s almost impossible for a woman to throw a man. You don’t have the height or the weight.” He glanced around, as if to check that the schoolroom was indeed empty, then lowered his voice and said, “I did throw the baron the other night, but it wasn’t easy. Only managed it because I’ve been doing it for years.”
“You did that to the baron?” Pip said, gesturing at the spot where Newingham had fallen.
Lord Octavius nodded. “Laid him out on the floor, then poured a ewer of water over him.”
Pip opened her mouth, found herself speechless, and closed it again.
Lord Octavius grinned. “I’ll show you how it’s done, shall I?” He took hold of he
