Chapter 40

Lost in reverie, George almost overturned his teacup when Matthew spun round with a now clean-shaven grin and announced it was George’s turn at the mirror.

Once they had completed their morning ablutions and pulled on their clothes, they headed downstairs. The Connaughts, it seemed, were a family of early, cheerful risers. George and Matthew were the last to reach the breakfast table and were greeted with loud cries of “Merry Christmas!” and a pointed “Good afternoon!” (this last coming from Matthew’s younger brothers). Matthew took it all in exceedingly good spirit, pointing out that unlike certain lazy schoolboys, he and George were working men who had to be up at the crack of dawn all year and were therefore entitled to a lie-in. For his part, George took refuge in the teapot, thankfully still hot and almost half-full, although the weakness of the brew betrayed that it had been subject to a certain amount of topping-up.