Chapter 17

George shot the man a glance. Matthew’s tone had been rueful, but there was no sign of bitterness in his face. “Don’t you mind?” he asked, and could have kicked himself. “Sorry. That was awfully personal.”

Matthew’s face broke into one of those winning smiles that were a grave danger to George’s resolve to stay impartial, at least until he knew more. “Well, I won’t deny it can be a bit of a bore—but really, I got off awfully lightly. There are lots of fellows far worse off than I am, and that’s without counting the ones that aren’t here at all, like your poor brother. Ah—here we are.”