Chapter 13: Wherein Wrath Beguiles Good Judgment

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌​⁠"Good-mornin', George."

"Good-morning, dad."

"Enjoy your run to Hereford?"

"Immensely. Did you?"

"It was not so bad. Rather tiresome, you know, travelin' alone, but on the return journey I fell in with a decent sort of Frenchman who helped to pass the time."

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌​⁠"Monsieur Marigny, in fact?"

"Ah, you know him, of course. I had forgotten."

"I have met him. He is not the kind of person I care to know."

The Earl