The book of Hours (2010)
The book of Hours
“Cecilia began, “I know it’s early—”
“It most certainly is,” Gladys declared, planting fists upon her hips. “It’s barely gone seven!”
“I’m so sorry. But this is important.”
“And so is a man of Arthur’s age having a proper rest and a decent breakfast!”
“Could we . . . Are you saying Arthur’s not here?”
“That silly old codger left ages ago! I didn’t half give him a piece of my mind, let me tell you. Him rising at the crack of dawn, calling the vicar, the two of them shouting over some nonsense or another. Another call, somebody from Arthur’s regiment, I didn’t catch the name, I was too upset. Then off they go, headed for London of all places.” She shook a finger in Brian’s face. “This will not do, sir. Not do at all!”
“I didn’t have anything to do with it,” Brian protested.
“You most certainly did! Your—”
“We’re so sorry to have disturbed you.” Cecilia grabbed Brian’s arm. “We’ll stop by later.”
The door slammed shut with a power to rattle the front windows.
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