“Thank you for your quick thinking, Percy,” Charles said. “I felt like a fox trapped by a pack of snarling dogs.”
“Think nothing of it. Anything to help a friend.”
“You’re always so clever. I wish I could be more like you.”
“No you don’t,” Percy snapped.
Charles jumped at his best friend’s cold tone. He had never known Percy as anything other than jovial. In the next instant Percy gave him a sly wink and motioned up ahead.
Edmund elbowed Charles and whispered, “Beauties right ahead.”
Charles pretended not to notice Grace as they walked over to the wallflowers.