Chapter 22A fortnight passed, and April was upon us. Aunt Cecily and Arabella were still in Town, and I’d received no word as to when they might be returning.
As for Geo, although it was the week’s end, I promised myself I’d ceased expecting him.
That morning I came down for breakfast and was startled to find two places set at the table. “David?”
There was a subdued air of excitement about him, and he paused in pouring a cup of coffee. “Mr Stephenson arrived during the night, Sir Ash!”
“He…he did?” In that case, why hadn’t he come to me? My door wasn’t locked—indeed it never would be locked to him. “Why wasn’t I informed?”
“I told him there was no need for you to be disturbed.”
“Geo!”
He stood there, looking so handsome, but…a trifle wan? Had he been missing me as I’d missed him? I
