“Some other time, perhaps,” he said. “I plan to spend the rest of the morning wandering about outside, seeing what is what.” Which was admittedly a vague sort of plan.
And then, just as he was about to sally forth into the outdoors, he was waylaid by the butler, who informed him mournfully that the earl’s bedchamber had always been more subject to damp than any other room in the house, though it was worse now than it had been in his late lordship’s day. He would see to it personally that his lordship was moved to the roomiest of the guest rooms at the rear of the house.
It was exactly what Percy had wanted. Had the offer been made yesterday, before he retired to bed for the night, he might have accepted it gladly. But . . . well, his servants could jolly well make the room habitable. He had not made many demands upon them for two full years, had he?
“No need to bother,” he said. “But see that a fire is lit in there and kept burning.”
The butler inclined his head and creaked forward to open the front doors.
Percy stepped out and took a few deep breaths of the sea air, which was brisk to say the least. He went down the steps and strode out across the lawn in a roughly westerly direction. But leaving doors open in the house must be a habit, he concluded a minute later when he realized that the dog was following him—the spindly one, which must have been very close to the point of terminal starvation when Lady Lavinia took pity on it. It did not look firmly established in the land of the living even now.
“It is like this,” Percy said, stopping and speaking with some exasperation. “Hector, is it? I have never heard a more unsuitable name in all my life. It is like this, Hector. I intend to walk, to stride, to cover distance. If you are foolish enough to follow, I shall not waste energy trying to prevent you. I shall not stop to wait for you if you should falter, nor will I carry you if you should find yourself exhausted and stranded far from the house and your feeding bowl. And, while on the subject of feeding, I have no doggie treats about my person. Not a one. Is that clearly understood?”
The pathetic apology for a doggie tail waved halfheartedly and, when Percy turned to stride onward, Hector trotted after him.
Perhaps he understood ancient Greek.
The park was pleasantly set up and probably made an impressive enough foreground for the house itself during the summer, when the grass would be greener and the trees would have leaves and flowers would be blooming in the beds. Its chief attraction for most people, of course, would be its position high on a cliff top with unobstructed views of endless expanses of sea. Some people—most people, actually—were funny that way. A couple of the flower beds here had been artfully situated in hollows, where they would be sheltered from the winds. Wrought-iron seats had been placed in them, presumably so that the beholder could enjoy the flowers without having either his hat or his head blown off.
The wall that surrounded the park on three sides was built of stones of all sizes and shapes and no mortar or anything else to bind them together, he noticed with interest. It was all held in place by the skill of the builder in matching one stone to another and . . . But he did not understand how it was done so that the whole thing did not simply collapse as soon as the builder’s back was turned. He must ask someone.
Over the west wall he could see the beginnings of a valley, though he could not see what was down there. Farmland, presumably his own, stretched away to the north. Most of the fields he could see were dotted with sheep and lots of them, but there was nothing that looked like a cultivated field. It was only February, of course.
He wondered why the estate apparently prospered so little. Perhaps he would try to find out. Or perhaps he would not bother. How could anyone stand to live here? He would expire of boredom in no time at all—which, come to think of it, was exactly what he had been doing in London too. Perhaps boredom had less to do with a place than with the person who felt it. Now there was a lowering thought.