How could you help a boy like that? He wanted to be everywhere and do everything. And so he’d probably try to do more than he should and end up in trouble again and she would have to sort it out again. She signed a sigh that was older than she was. Her father had been the same, of course. He’d spend all night working on dispatch boxes for the Foreign Office, with a footman on duty at all times to bring him coffee and roast duck sandwiches. It was quite usual for the maids to find him still at his desk in the morning, fast asleep with his head on a map of Lower Sidonia.
Her grandmother used to make sniffy remarks like: ‘I suppose His Majesty doesn’t have any other ministers?‘ But now Daphne understood. He’d been like Mau, trying to fill the hole inside with work so that it didn’t overflow with memories.