A Gentleman's Position (Society Of Gentlemen) - Plot & Excerpts
Richard had lain awake in bed for hours, seething with anger and shame. At himself, at Cyprian, at the whole accursed, stupid situation. He’d had to stop himself going down the corridor, knocking on his valet’s door. Are you all right? he wanted to say, and I’m sorry, and then other things, pleas and promises that he could whisper in his imagination and never speak in life. This was why you kept your damned hands off the damned staff. His weakness had led his perfect servant to use Richard’s first name and ignore his wishes. Led him to presumption. To desperation. I will accept his apology, he told himself, which, as the hours passed in darkness, became Of course he won’t resign, and then I won’t accept his notice, and at last I’ll tell him I’m sorry. We’ll talk about it. He was wide awake well before the time Cyprian always came in with his morning cup of tea, waiting for him. But Cyprian didn’t come. Richard allowed a full quarter hour to elapse before he rang the bell.
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