THIRTY-SIX
The biggest problem was going to be how to tell Mary!
The weather had changed very much for the worse, raining down in heavy sleeting sheets; the wind had picked up and whistled in from the northeast, a cutting wind that felt all the colder because it was still nominally summer, the sudden storm sweeping in from the sea with a speed that had caught everyone by surprise.
Jack Garforth huddled deeper into his jacket, pulling up the collar, shivering as he trickled water down his back as he did so. He set his cap further forward and, holding his jacket lapels closed tightly, scurried up the drive of 'the Big House', Exham Hall, wondering apprehensively why Lord Exham had sent for him.
‘Garforth, do come in,' his Lordship said as Jack, feeling rather damp and squelching in his b
