At the breakfast table, I watch Susannah break an impressively large and ornate seal on a letter. I had not seen the handwriting before and raised my eyebrows quizzically, watching her read.
‘Nicholas Fairfax.’ She looked up, meeting my gaze. ‘He wishes to know all about Noah.’
‘Hasn’t Monmouth told him?’
‘He wants my views as someone who knows him rather better.’ She frowned for a few moments, clearly thinking. ‘Let’s have them both to dinner. Let them decide for themselves. I’m sure Noah is just as prejudiced against Fairfax as he is against him.’
She handed me the letter to read for myself. ‘Well, he’s definitely arrived at some startling conclusions, though he’s couched them in layers of civility.’ I felt rather pleased my English was now so good I could appreciate such nuances. ‘A
