Chapter Eight“Can I speak to you, Papa?”
The Honourable Lionel Lambert looked up from his book and replied irritably,
“You can see I am busy!”
“I am sorry, Papa, but I must interrupt you.”
Fenella closed the door behind her and walked towards her father. He was seated at his big desk which was covered with books.
There were in fact books everywhere. Books lining the walls, books piled on the side-tables, books stacked on the floor. There was no room for doubt to anyone entering the room where its owner’s interests lay.
“I have no time for conversation at this moment,” the Honourable Lionel said positively, “and I suspect that once again, Fenella, you have come to ask me for money.”
“Yes I have, Papa, and please understand I would not worry you if it were not of great import.”
“You
