Bertie looked downcast at the thought. A social man himself, loneliness seemed a most terrible fate.
"Poor fellow. And not even a valet to keep him company during the long and silent hours. If I should throw a party, I shall make a special point of inviting him."
He nodded, decision made. But at Grainne's question he slumps a little and becomes morose again.
"I have not." He forced a smile, as he spoke it quickly became genuine as he talked himself into good cheer. "But 'chip chip' I say. No use being glum when 'tis the season to be jolly. Perhaps they're just late. Or forgot. Many of my friends forget things like Christmas, birthdays...including their own birthdays. Whatever it is, I'm sure that no ill will is meant by it."
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"Poor fellow. And not even a valet to keep him company during the long and silent hours. If I should throw a party, I shall make a special point of inviting him."
He nodded, decision made. But at Grainne's question he slumps a little and becomes morose again.
"I have not." He forced a smile, as he spoke it quickly became genuine as he talked himself into good cheer. "But 'chip chip' I say. No use being glum when 'tis the season to be jolly. Perhaps they're just late. Or forgot. Many of my friends forget things like Christmas, birthdays...including their own birthdays. Whatever it is, I'm sure that no ill will is meant by it."