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Lord Tor Strikes a Light

Lord Tor paced the drawing room. “Mother, I cannot tolerate this collaboration!”

Sighing, Lady Tor set aside her book. “Eustace, if observing basic civility can be called such a thing then I confess: I am guilty.”

“That man trots at your heel like a poodle. It is unbecoming.”

“The Captain is an honourable man, who wishes no more than to eat a palatable meal once a day. You know very well that Percy taints all that passes his lips – except in my presence.”

Scowling, Lord Tor bit upon a cigar and fumbled on the mantle for a match.

She continued, “If the royals can forgive and forget, then why not we? You saw Mary and Wilhelm at Ascot this summer – such a gay and carefree couple. What, after all, was the war but a quarrel among relatives?”

Lord Tor cried, “Then was my Father’s death in vain? Would you have West drive Percy from this house?”

“I would have Percy laid to rest, as your Father would have wished. And Mr West will be instrumental in the endeavour. But not, I think, in the way that he expects.”

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