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“Did they tell you that?” Hawthorne questioned.
“Yes!” Guy exclaimed. “Nearly every day!”
“They were wrong to do so.”
Guy sighed. “I don’t believe they were,” he said. “No matter what I accomplish in this life, it still doesn’t change that I was the son of a brickmason.”
Corbyn exchanged a glance with Hawthorne. “I think the issue lies not with Miss Locke, but with you.”
Guy gave him a puzzled look. “Why do you say that?”
“Look at what you have accomplished,” Corbyn said. “You pulled yourself out of poverty to attend Eton and Cambridge on a scholarship. Then, you had an impressive career as a Bow Street Runner before you became an agent of the Crown.”
Guy opened his mouth to interject but Corbyn spoke first. “You may see yourself as unimportant, but we don’t see you that way.”
“You don’t?”
Corbyn smirked. “I only hire the best and brightest people to be agents. You should consider yourself lucky.”
“I do, and I am thankful I am still employed.”
“Just barely,” Corbyn said. “Now, get out of my office before I change my mind.”
Chapter Nineteen
With the morningsun peeking through the windows, Guy headed towards the kitchen. He stopped short at the bottom of the stairs.
“Mother?”
She looked over at him from her seat at the table and smiled. “You are home,” she said. “How was your assignment?”
“It went well,” he lied.
“I am glad to hear that.”
Guy took a moment to study his mother, who appeared to have been enjoying her breakfast. Her silver hair was pulled back into a tight bun at the base of her neck, which emphasized the deep lines around her mouth. Her eyes were still tired, but the color in her face had returned.
His sister walked into the kitchen. “You are finally home!” she exclaimed.
“I am, but not for long,” he replied, going over to her. “I’m afraid I have an important errand to run.”
“How long will you be gone?” Esther asked.
“No more than two days, I promise.” Guy gestured towards his mother. “It is wonderful to see Mother at the table.”
“It is,” Esther agreed. “A few days after you left, a team of doctors arrived and spent hours with Mother.”
“Is that so?”
His mother spoke up. “They prescribed me a concoction of herbs and medicine, and it appears to be working,” she shared. “I must admit that I am feeling much better.”
“That is a relief,” Guy said.
Esther gave him a curious look. “Do you want to explain why Lord Hawthorne sent over a team of specialists to examine Mother?”
“I do not.”
“Perhaps you could start with how you became associated with Lord Hawthorne.”
