Kapitel 60: Chapter 60

“My dear.” St John, his eyes pools of green, once again placed his hand on Dorincourt’s, stopping him dead, again much to my surprise. Dorincourt sank down into his chair, grumbling under his breath—I was certain I didn’t want to distinguish what he was saying—and St John turned back to me. “Why should I lie about something like that, sir? Father never spoke of it, not to me at any rate, but Garrick told me it was my fault, that Mama had…had gotten tired of having a whining brat for a little boy and had found someone she loved better. Someone who would probably give her a little boy she would love better.”

I was known for keeping my emotions hidden, but something in my face must have revealed my distaste. How could Garrick say that to his younger brother?

“Yeah. Garrick’s his father’s son,” Dorincourt agreed. “The bastard.”

I didn’t ask to which he was referring. “I’m going to look into this, St John.”

“You do that, Trevalyan.”