And he would still be here at the abbey, watching her in the magazines.
David put down the empty glass and reached for the invitation. A handwritten note was scrawled across the bottom of the card.
David—I know you’ll say no, as you do every year, but do come this time. Enough of being the Hunchback of Notre Dame! Your friends miss you. P.S. Lady Elizabeth Ashley will be there. Sincerely, Bertie.
David laughed ruefully. Bertie Finch-Granley had been another friend of David’s and Bill’s at school, a funny, flamboyant character who forgot his own war experiences in wild parties. His midsummer masked ball had become legendary.
But Lady Elizabeth was not the lure Bertie thought. Giving in to the whim of going to the races with her had been a mistake. Better he should stay home and play the Hunchback.
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