“I am, but since the tenants left it has fallen into disrepair. It needs a lot spending on it, and the tenant farmers deserve better than I am giving them at the moment.”
They paused whilst they were seated and the waiters settled them into their seats and poured the wine that Alfie had ordered.
Tristan took a sip and looked at his cousin over the rim of his glass. “I don’t suppose you fancy purchasing it?”
Alfie’s lips twitched. “Do I strike you as the kind of man to invest in rundown abbeys?”
Tristan laughed.
“Enough.” Alfie waved a hand. “Enough sobriety. Let us return to our previous topic.”
Tristan shook his head. “Which was…?”
A wicked smile lit Alfie’s face. “About whether or not you would like to sit…or walk around a little more.” 6