Chapter 53

“I thought,” George choked out, “I thought you were angry with me. For lying to you.”

Matthew shook his head. “Not once I read your letter.” He made a sound that was almost a laugh. “I think, had I been you, I should have been suspicious of that Connaught fellow myself. I don’t blame you for keeping things secret from me—how could you not, in the circumstances?”

With a sobbing breath, George turned into Matthew’s embrace, flinging his arms around his friend. They clung to one another for a long while, then George felt Matthew draw back. “Come on. We need to make ourselves presentable. And go and borrow Father’s Bradshaw.” 20