Chapter 14
Dinner at the Rectory managed to achieve the almost impossible feat of being both formal and relaxed. It brought back bittersweet memories of dinners at home, back before the war when Hugh had been alive. When he’d died, all the life had seemed to go out of them all, George thought. His mother in particular—she’d been much less…stern, while her older son was alive.
Realising he was becoming maudlin, and reminding himself firmly that that life was dead to him now, George attacked his lamb chops with renewed vigour.
Matthew’s father, the rector, had turned out to be an erudite and entertaining man who leavened his obviously deeply held religious beliefs with a strong sense of humour. George was left in no doubt as to whom Matthew had inherited his affinity for fun from, and cou
