Remorse
"You're quiet tonight," Myrtle said. "Something on your mind?"
"It's Bertie. I told him that he'd make a better king than his brother."
"But that's treason."
"That's what he said."
She laughed. "Perhaps he doesn't want to be king. Personally, I don't blame
him."
But he's the best man for the job. An idiot could see that.
"Or perhaps that's the first time anyone's ever suggested that to him. Did
you consider that?"
No, Lionel hadn't.
"I hope you're not going to let this come between you."
She's right. As always. I'm the idiot.
"I'll go tomorrow. To apologize."