Learning to Have a Life Part 4

Ernest arrived back at Oriel Estate shortly before nine o'clock.

He entered the central drawing room expecting the customary family ambush. Instead, only his father was present, seated in an armchair by the hearth with a snifter of brandy and an open copy of the Belfast Financial Review.

Victor looked up over his spectacles. "Good evening, son."

"Good evening, Father."

Ernest removed his wool coat, waiting for the inevitable barrage of questions, knowing smirks, and domestic teasing.

Silence reigned. Victor simply turned a page in his journal.

Ernest grew instantly, profoundly suspicious. "Where is Mother?"

"Retired upstairs with a headache."

"And Hollen?"

"At his own residence in the city, where an independent bachelor customarily resides."

Ernest nodded slowly, taking a seat opposite the hearth. "Remarkable."

He reached for a leather-bound portfolio on the side table, preparing to review his morning memoranda.