His father nodded. ‘Happen you’re right. Sometimes you just have to know when to call it a day, but things will get better, you’ll see. We’ve got a thriving business that needs your attention an’ when I’m gone, it’ll be all yours and Hermione’s.’

Oscar scowled. ‘Don’t talk like that. You’ve got years left in you yet.’

His father shook his head. ‘We both know that ain’t true,’ he said quietly. ‘The doctor told me this old ticker o’ mine could pack up any day now, but I ain’t complainin’. I’ve had a good life. An’ I had a good wife an’ all. Why, when I met your mom I hadn’t got a pot to piss in an’ we built the business up wi’ blood, sweat an’ tears. Not once did she ever complain, even though for years we had to live hand to mouth – not like that one you chose. But then we’re all allowed one mistake. Learn by it, son, an’ next time you get close to a woman make sure it’s one that’s worthy of you.’

Oscar stared at him as if he’d taken leave of his senses. ‘That’s not likely to happen while I’m still married to Lydia, is it? And anyway, I never want another relationship.’

‘Who knows what the future holds?’ his father said wisely. ‘You’re still a relatively young man and you shouldn’t have to live as you have been any longer. Especially when there’s a woman not a million miles away from here who would walk through fire for you.’

Oscar looked shocked. ‘Oh yes, and who would that be then?’

His father chuckled. ‘Just take them blinkers off and you’ll soon find out. But now if you don’t mind, I reckon I’ll have a little kip. Miss Wood will be bringin’ me lunch up soon. But just think on what I said, eh?’ With that he turned over and pulled the blankets up to his chin as Oscar quietly left the room.

*

Later that day, after having a short rest, Oscar went to see Ruby and he was pleased to see how much better she looked.

‘Miss Wood informs me that you are finally on the mend now, my dear.’

She smiled at him nervously. ‘Yes, I am, sir, and I’m sorry about what happened with—’