nightâs fire still glowed in the wood-burner and where another staircase, broader and less steep, climbed and turned out of sight. The breakfast room was empty but he could hear Milo just beyond the archway in the kitchen.
âI donât believe you for a moment. I think youâve had your breakfast already and youâre not getting any more. Think I was born yesterday, donât you?â
âGood morning,â Matt said.
There was a brief silence and Milo appeared, Pud at his heels. âSorry, old chap. Wasnât talking to you.â
Matt laughed and bent to stroke Pud, gently pulling the long treacle-coloured ears. âI realize that. OK if I make myself some coffee?â
âOf course it is. Lottie was wondering if you wanted to go into Porlock with her. Sheâs got shopping to do and then she might go on to see Imogen. Sheâs just phoning her.â
âSounds good to me.â
Matt wondered whether to introduce the subject of Annabel but decided to speak to Lottie first. There was no hurry, he told himself; surely he could enjoy his first day without making any commitment.
CHAPTER FOUR
A few days later Sara phoned just before lunch.
âHallo, Charlotte. Howâs life in La-la Land?â
Lottie sighed. She knew that Sara needed to see Miloâs gesture in giving her, Lottie, a permanent home as a purely philanthropic and slightly ridiculous act: something to be mocked and made light of, as if both of them were silly children living in a fantasy world. Beneath her disdainful banter, however, was a very real anxiety that Nick might lose out on some material advantage.
âLife is very good, thank you, Sara. How are you?â
âIâve got some rather bad news. Has Nick been in touch?â
âNot very recently. What is it?â
âIt appears that thereâs some trouble between him and Alice.â
Lottie took a sharp breath. âOh, no! Iâm so sorry. I had no idea, they seem so â¦â She hesitated. Sheâd been about to say âhappy togetherâ, which wasnât exactly right; at least not in the sense that Im and Jules were. Nick and Alice tolerated
each other in a good-natured manner. âThey seem so well suited,â she finished.
âI thought so too.â Sara sounded irritated. âOf course, Alice isnât communicating with me and Nick is prevaricating, so Iâm not certain what the real truth of it is. I thought Iâd better warn you in case either of them gets in touch.â
âWould you like to speak to Milo?â
âNot particularly.â
âIâm so sorry, Sara. What about the children?â
âWhat about them? Nick has simply said that Alice has taken them to her parentsâ place in Hampshire for the half-term fortnight and that Nick is not invited. Heâs coming over for lunch.â
âWell, give him my love. Mattâs here for a few daysââ
âOh?â Saraâs voice was sharp.
Lottie resisted the need to explain Mattâs presence, to apologize for it. Even now Sara clung to all the rights of a wife when it came to life at the High House and fiercely protected Nickâs future claims.
âShe hasnât any rights,â Milo would say crossly when the pressure became overwhelming. âI can do what I like with my own property. She must know by now that I shall look after Nick.â
âYes,â Lottie now said calmly to Sara. âItâs lovely to see him.â
âAnd howâs the new book coming along? A bit of a time, isnât it, since the great success?â
Lottie bit her lips and swallowed her wrath. âThese things take time. Heâs in very good form and itâs lovely for him to be able to see Im.â
âHave they found anywhere to live yet?â
âNo, not yet.â
âWell, I hope Milo doesnât get another pathetic urge to use the High House as an orphanage. Once