shall stay in Mayfair until I am given orders to return to war.”

“Mayfair?” Peters laughed. “You will be called upon by the very best of society there.”

Fotherby frowned slightly at the man’s response for it was so uncharacteristic of him, but Peters continued without noticing this expression.

“I told you once before of the position I have lined up for you, my boy,” he was serious once more and his voice became stern. “I have told you, too, that this position is one which many others may question and that your alliances will be used to judge you.”

“Sir,” Fotherby began but stopped as Peters lifted his hand.

“Shut up, boy, and listen to what I wish to say. If it were my choice I should hand over the hospit...

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