Chapter 41

“It’s all that studying you’ve been doing, isn’t it? You should take it a little easier, you know,” Matthew scolded him.

George agreed that he would, while privately thinking it was more likely to have been caused by his lack of sleep the previous night. “You know, I could do with that cup of coffee now. The girl must have decided not to disturb me.”

“Come on downstairs, then, and I’ll join you in a cup.” Matthew smiled. “Father was in fine form this morning; I shall have to re-enact for you the high points of his sermon. There was a rather amusing story about a Christmas goose that didn’t want to be eaten, so ran away—but ended up taking refuge in a fox’s den, with predictable results.”

“And was there a religious element to this story?” George asked as they descended.

“Oh yes!” Matthew frowned. “At least, I’m certain there must have been. Perhaps Agnes will recall it.” He raised his voice. “Aggie…?”

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