The more colourful facts boiled down to this: Lord Hawthorn, in Edwin’s firm opinion, was an arrogant, insulting, self-absorbed bastard. Robin, who’d only met the man once, had agreed with this assessment. “Though at least,” he’d added, “he’s the kind of bastard who wears it on his sleeve.” The Blyth siblings had exchanged a look of perfect understanding. Honest unpleasantness was to be chosen, every time, over hypocrites and liars.
