‘I’ve come to say good-bye,’ said Davey, arriving with my tray in the morning. ‘Davey, don’t go. It’s so comfortable to feel you’re here. Why don’t you stay on in some capacity – comptroller? I think Major Jarvis is leaving us. Take his place – oh do!’ ‘Sweet of you, Fanny, but I couldn’t live with the French. I understand them too well. Besides, I have fish to fry at home.
Excerpt from Dont tell Alfred
Excerpt from Dont tell Alfred