Chapter 8
The next day after breakfast, when taking a short stroll around the gardens, Jonathan was surprised to hear himself hailed by a familiar voice. He turned to see Freddy striding towards him, hands in coat pockets, looking glum and without a crowd of young people trailing in his wake.
“Hello Freddy,” Jonathan said, trying to keep the surprise from his voice as his cousin fell into step beside him. “On your own today?”
“Hmph,” Freddy replied, evidently out of sorts. “The girls have planned some amateur theatricals tonight and so everyone is arriving to join in.” He added to this somewhat grumpily, “They’re all buzzing around Corinna in the drawing-room.
“Ah,” Jonathan said with a raised eyebrow, assuming ‘they’ referred to Corinna’s myriad other swains. “Then you were very cleve
