Chapter 11

“Will you be resting for the day, sir…?” Frederic studied his master’s expression carefully, the man’s discarded outer coat held neatly in his hand. Clifton had returned from the capital a full week ahead of schedule. Considering it was March, the height of the social season when parties were in full swing, it was a conspicuously early return. His recent arrival after the armistice only made the decision more puzzling. After returning from the battlefield, Clifton had been consumed with the transition from soldier to head of the Greenfield Company. Learning the ropes had left little time for socializing.