“Well, well—what is it?”
Sir John dipped Country Life the fraction of an inch to imply a temporary hearing.
“It’s about Jenny, Sir.”
“Well, what about her?”
“She’s—I’ve been with her in town today. I’ve just come back. She asked me to tell you about her and young Godfrey.”
“What’s that? Speak up, Sir, can’t you? I can’t hear when you mumble. Come and stand where I can see you.”
Gervase came and stood on the hearthrug. He was beginning to feel nervous. Uncomfortable memories of childhood rushed up confusedly from the back of his mind, and gave him sore feelings of helplessness and inferiority.
“It’s about Jenny and young Godfrey, Sir.”
“Godfrey! Who’s Godfrey?”
“Benjamin Godfrey of Fourhouses—the man who bought your Snailham land.”