Chapter 4

The fire in the grate had burned down to a feeble glow, and Matthew busied himself with the fire irons, poking the ashes until they looked a little livelier and putting on more coal. “There, that’s better.” He turned suddenly with a grin. “You know, I’ve just worked out who you remind me of. It’s been niggling at me since I first saw you.”

George’s heart seemed to pause mid-beat. “Oh?” he said as casually as he could.

“Isn’t it obvious? Dark hair, green eyes, svelte figure—you’re the image of Marmaduke!”

George’s laughter was probably a shade too loud, but relief tended to have that effect on him.

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