Chapter 38

It wasn’t until he stood at the mirror, tying his bow tie, that it occurred to him this, surely, was something Matthew couldn’t possibly manage alone. And indeed, when he turned, he found Matthew waiting for him, tie loose around his collar. “Sorry to trouble you, but I don’t suppose you could tie this for me? I can manage perfectly well with a normal tie—I just don’t bother to unknot them at the end of the day—but I’m afraid this little beastie is beyond me.”

“I shall be glad to help,” George assured him, stepping closer—and only then realising he hadn’t the foggiest idea how to tie the thing from the front. He wasn’t sure, when he thought about it, that he really knew how a bow tie went—his handsknew what to do, but his brain had long since forgotten the intricacies of it all. He stood there with the ends in his hands, wondering what on earth to do with them.