Chapter 32: Blue Convolvulus, Part 2
He returned to his bedroom and fumbled to pull out fresh clothes, ringing for a servant. Turning away from his wardrobe, his gaze landed absently on the window.
Outside, the snow had resumed falling, and it looked as though it had been falling for some time, and rather heavily. Just a few days ago it had begun to melt. Now they were once more being consumed by winter. The moonlight made the snow glow where it slipped between the heavy clouds.
It was rather like being caught in a dream.
He turned and looked at Ruthven.
Perhaps nightmare was the more accurate term.
Hearing the servant arrive, Aubrey bundled his clothes together and went to order a bath and food.
Two hours later, he wanted only to go back to bed. Another pot of tea would take care of the worst of the exhaustion, but he still would rather linger and make certain Ruthven would be all right.