And me!’ he added. ‘Juniper is very excited about coming to England. It’s her first visit -she’s always lived in HK, though her brother is at Harrow. I plan to take her up to Scotland and also show her something of London, but all that can be arranged once I’ve seen you and Father.’ Lionel lay back in bed, asleep or dozing, his breakfast tray untouched on the table beside him. In the light that poured through the bedroom window Henrietta saw him for a moment as if with James’s eyes, and realized how shockingly he had changed. He looked worse than old; lying there with his veined hands crossed on the linen sheet, he looked dead. ‘Lionel!’ she cried in alarm. ‘Are you all right?’. As he opened his eyes and looked at her she said, ‘You haven’t touched your breakfast.’ He struggled to sit, and she had to prop him up on pillows like a sick child. Only he didn’t feel like a child, for all his frailty. His body was slack, his limbs so wasted she felt the bones might snap in her grasp.
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