Chapter 50

Mrs. Connaught smiled and went on her way up the stairs.

“Please look after him,” George blurted out to her retreating back.

She didn’t answer, which was really only what such an absurd entreaty deserved.

Left now with no choice but to carry on downstairs, George considered for a moment escaping to shiver in the gardens until all the guests had gone. But damn it, that was a coward’s course. Squaring his shoulders, George stepped once more into the throng. Pevensie, thank goodness, had his back turned, and George was able to walk up to Matthew’s father without interruption.

“May I…May I please borrow your study, sir? I’ve a rather important letter to write.”

The reverend, who had been talking to a stout lady in crimson, turned to give him a gentle smile. “But of course, dear boy. Here, let me take you there and make sure you have everything you need.”