Chapter 7When Percy had dried his eyes on a capacious handkerchief that Nathan had promptly produced, Daniel reappeared after a tactful interval to conduct them discreetly from the premises. As he ascended into Nathan’s carriage, Percy blinked in growing dusk. He felt dizzy and lightheaded and nearly stumbled down the vehicle’s steps once they reached Nathan’s splendid house off Leicester Square.
Once indoors, Nathan escorted him past the grand reception rooms to the sanctuary of his private sitting room.
“Sit,” he said firmly, pointing to one of a pair of wing chairs placed on either side of the cheerfully lit fireplace. “Have you eaten today?”
“I think so,” Percy replied cautiously, although he had no recall of the contents of his scanty meal.
“At least that’s easily mended,” Nathan
