THIRTY-FIVE
‘Get away out of it, you old goat,’ she answered.
‘Did you tell him? His Lordship?’ Mary Garforth asked anxiously as Jack came in through the back door.
‘Aye,’ Jack said, walking straight past her and through the kitchen to the front room.
‘So? What did say, Lord Exham? You did tell 'im about his son and our Eleanor? What he did to her?’ she asked again, following him into the front bedroom.
‘Aye, Mary. As I say, I telled him. But he said nothing. But, then, I never expected anything else, after all … no man in his position is ever going to admit the truth of such things to a man like me. Aye, never in a million years. Chances are he won't even admit it to himself. But that’s of no matter, it had to be said.’
‘Are you sure, right sure, Jack, that it was the best thing to
