floorboards and spoke in quiet, cultured tones. Ties and jackets for gentlemen, and appropriately refined dress for ladies, were required at all times.
The restaurant reminded Jeffrey of the leather-and-wood lined study of a very wealthy man; the original oils adorning the walls were worth millions. The bill of fare was unabashedly English and leaned heavily toward succulent roasts, platters of steamed vegetables, ruby-toned clarets, and thick treacly desserts.
Once they had ordered and were again alone, Alexander confessed, âI have known a growing pressure within me to come to terms with these new demands of faithâand yet, so often, I feel that I am groping in the dark.â
âI find faith mysterious, too,â Jeffrey admitted.
âWell, then,â Alexander replied, âperhaps we shall havethe pleasure on other cold nights of comparing our walks in the mists of misunderstanding. But for now, I need to speak of other matters.â
Alexander lowered his voice. âIn recent days, I have recognized that my strength and days are precious commodities, and health a gift that must be harbored. I therefore intend, as time goes on, to leave an increasing amount of the purchasing and travel to your capable hands. I shall reserve my time and strength for those pursuits that have not received the attention they should during earlier years. That is, if you do not object.â
âIâm deeply honored,â Jeffrey replied.
âOn the contrary, it is I who am grateful to the Lord with whom I am just beginning to have a nodding acquaintance for gracing my latter years with such a friend as you.â He took a brisker tone. âI shall remain increasingly in London, minding the shop while you are away. Thus the reason for my new flat. As you accept these new responsibilities, I should hope that you would take advantage of my experience.â
âAnd wisdom,â Jeffrey finished for him. âOf course I will.â
âExcellent.â Alexander leaned back as the waiter set down his plate. âNow, let us turn our attention to something more in tune to this splendid repast.â
âThe chalice,â Jeffrey said. He nodded his thanks to the waiter and took a first whiff of perfumed steam.
âPrecisely. The chalice has a most interesting history,â Alexander said. âIt is one of the few elements of Christianity that has fascinated me over the years.â
Jeffrey could not help but smile. âWeâre talking about an antique. Of course you liked it.â
Alexander did not deny it. âPart of the joy of collecting is the wealth of legends that spring up around the items. The older the piece, the more enchanting the stories. Imagine, if you will, that some magnificent object has stood in one corner or another, protected by nothing more than its ownerâs greed or love of artââ
âOr both,â Jeffrey offered.
âI will thank you not to interrupt the flow of history,â Alexander said crossly. âNow look what youâve done. Iâve forgotten what it was I wanted to speak about.â
âGreed?â
âAh, yes. History. Thank you. This object has stood surrounded by intrigue and wars and power struggles, heard secrets spoken from lips whose commands sent hundreds of thousands into mindless battle, observed the endless march of time.â
âIf it only had eyes,â Jeffrey murmured.
âYou have the romance of a horseâs nether regions,â Alexander snapped.
âSorry,â Jeffrey said, hiding his grin behind his glass. âJust slipped out.â
âIt must be something they put in American baby formula. Saps away the ability to wax lyrical about anything but the color green.â
âThis was interesting, it really was,â Jeffrey soothed. âYou were going to say something about the chalice?â
âAre you sure you can stay awake for another few moments? Keep your mind