He rinsed the blade off in the washbasin, wiped the remainder of soap from his face with the damp washcloth, and then combed his hair. Regarding his reflection in the polished glass, he knew he had come a long way from the orphanage to this moment. He was looking at a gentleman who had in his eyes not only the bright spark of curiosity but also the steely glint of determination. He was no longer who he once had been, and though he was not yet suited to a sword he doubted he would be fully suited to a pen ever again. Time to go downstairs and meet the man in Ausley’s notebook. He breathed deeply a few times to clear his head, and then he walked out of the room. Lawrence Evans had been aghast this afternoon when he’d answered Matthew’s knock at the front door, which had obviously been key-latched to keep the guest from straying. Oh sir, how did you get out there? You shouldn’t have gone out the front, sir. It’s not wise to go roaming, as there are wild hogs on the property.
