Chapter 37

“Singe—”

“I would have sworn…How very foolish of me. But then Father always said I was a fool, when he spoke to me at all.” He blinked slowly, bringing me into focus, and smiled. “Here is the wine, my dear.”

Trevalyan glanced at me, his eyebrow raised in silent question. I hunched a shoulder. “St John, the only door downstairs is to the wine cellar.”

He shook himself, like a dog coming out of the water. “Well, of course. Who ever said there was another? Are these wines all right?”

“Yes, they’re fine,” I assured him impatiently. “Are you all right?”

“But of course I am. Will you set the table in the dining room? I think, on New Year’s Eve, we should be more formal than usual, if you have no objection?”

“If that’s what you want.”