By this time the toast was made and table set. Eleanor came in and wished them both a good day.
While they were eating, Jason avoided any deep topics. They talked of simple things, until when they were finished, just crumbs on the tablecloth and dregs in the teacups, he said, “Eleanor, I have to tell you something.”
She cocked her head at him, her iron-grey hair already coming loose from its grips. Bolt whined a little at Jason’s feet, wanting another morsel of buttered toast.
“Well, I haven’t been honest with you.”
She raised her eyebrows, her eyes intelligent and kind and a little amused.
“My real name isn’t Jason Wellbury. You remember I told you that was my name when I first came here?”
“Yes, I remember.”
“It’s … well, it’s a bit more complicated than that. A lot more complicated. Unfortunately. My father is the Duke of Coniston. Wellbury was my mother’s maiden name. My real surname is Armstrong-Beaufort. But it is such a mouthful and anyway I also have a title, Viscount Saint James. I didn’t want any fuss. I wanted to get away from England, from the whole situation there and …”
“I know.” Eleanor placidly sipped her tea.
“You do? How?”
She smiled at Jason’s surprise.
“I guessed last night after Lucasta talked about the Queen. I looked it up in my very old Who’s Who. Of course, you weren’t in it, but you,” she turned to Lucasta, “were.” She smiled slightly.
“Oh. Right.” Jason and his grandmother exchanged glances. “You see, Eleanor, I’ve decided to stay in Australia, and to set up a place, a kind of hostel where gay or bisexual children who’ve been thrown out of their homes can stay.”
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