Chapter 18I was roused from a delightful dream of Geo tumbling me on a large, soft bed by irate shouts, reaching my room apparently from the Great Hall.
This did not bode the week beginning well. Such pleasant dreams had grown few and far between; most of them now dealt with Geo declaring he’d found someone who suited him better than a country gentleman with no Town bronze, adding he no longer had any use for me.
Sleepily, and with some disgruntlement, I belted on a dressing gown, stepped into a pair of slippers, and made my way down to the Great Hall.
“What’s this all about?” I growled at my butler.
“I beg your pardon, Sir Ashton. This person—”
“Sir Ash! Sir Ash!” It was Johnson, one of my newest tenants, who’d arrived here from London with his small family shortly after Sir Eustace’
