Dearne pushed his kippers about his breakfast plate and watched as Will devoured his. Normally he loved kippers but today they made his stomach queasy. His head was still pounding, and for some reason his leg had set up an agonising throb again, just to add to his misery. Araminta was breakfasting in bed, but before long Gussy joined them. After the pleasantries had passed Dearne put his knife down and rubbed at a grease spot on the linen.
“Was Holbrook at the memorial service?”
Gussy dabbed at his mouth with his napkin and swallowed the enormous mouthful of sausages. “I believe so.” He nodded, swallowed some more and continued. “He was devastated at the news you had perished. We all were. Couldn’t think of a world without you in it.” He swallowed again and looked at his plate.
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