Chapter 12
George considered the letter he was about to dictate. Idly, he stared out of his office window and saw Henry below, leaving the building. With the intention of calling out to him, George lent out of the window. But he changed his mind, thought it might appear childish, as if he had nothing better to do. He thought back to the dinner, how well Dorothy got on with Henry and Matilda. Maybe soon, she would join the bridge club. Still, he had not put the question to Dorothy, asked her whether she would prefer to return to England. But the longer he left it, the more difficult the task appeared. And she seemed more relaxed of late, apparently captivated by her books. Though, frequently he would catch her staring out at the garden, a puzzled expression on her face.
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