nothing away.
'I'm sorry,' said Mrs Barrington. 'I didn't realize.'
The door opened behind Harry and the under-butler entered, carrying a two-tier birthday cake on a silver tray which he placed on the centre of the table. After Giles had succeeded in blowing out all twelve candles with one puff, everyone applauded.
'And when's your birthday, Clifton?' asked Mr Barrington.
'It was last month, sir,' Harry replied.
Mr Barrington looked away.
The under-butler removed the candles before handing the young master a large cake knife. Giles cut deep into the cake and placed five uneven slices on the tea plates the maid had laid out on the table.
Deakins devoured the lumps of icing that had fallen on to his plate before taking a bite of the cake. Harry followed Mrs Barrington's lead. He picked up the small silver fork by the side of his plate, using it to remove a tiny piece of his cake before placing it back on the plate.
Only Mr Barrington didn't touch his cake. Suddenly, without warning, he rose from his place and left without another word.
Giles's mother made no attempt to conceal her surprise at her husband's behaviour, but she said nothing. Harry never took his eyes off Mr Hugo as he left the room, while Deakins, having finished his cake, turned his attention back to the smoked salmon sandwiches, clearly oblivious to what was going on around him.
Once the door was closed, Mrs Barrington continued to chat as if nothing unusual had happened. 'I'm sure you'll win a scholarship to Bristol Grammar, Harry, especially considering everything Giles has told me about you. You're obviously a very clever boy, as well as a gifted singer.'
'Giles does have a tendency to exaggerate, Mrs Barrington,' said Harry. 'I can assure you only Deakins is certain of winning a scholarship.'
'But doesn't BGS offer grants for music scholars?' she asked.
'Not for trebles,' said Harry. 'They won't take the risk.'
'I'm not sure I understand,' said Mrs Barrington. 'Nothing can take away the years of choral training you've been put through.'
'True, but sadly no one can predict what will happen when your voice breaks. Some trebles end up as basses or baritones, and the really lucky ones become tenors, but there's no way of telling in advance.'
'Why not?' asked Deakins, taking an interest for the first time.
'There are plenty of treble soloists who can't even get a place in their local choir once their voice has broken. Ask Master Ernest Lough. Every household in England has heard him sing Oh, for the wings of a dove, but after his voice broke no one ever heard from him again.'
'You're just going to have to work harder,' said Deakins between mouthfuls. 'Don't forget the grammar school awards twelve scholarships every year, and I can only win one of them,' he added matter-of-factly.
'But that's the problem,' said Harry. 'If I'm going to work any harder, I'll have to give up the choir, and without my bursary, I'd have to leave St Bede's, so ...'
'You're between a rock and a hard place,' said Deakins.
Harry had never heard the expression before and decided to ask Deakins later what it meant.
'Well, one thing's for certain,' said Mrs Barrington, 'Giles isn't likely to win a scholarship to any school.'
'Maybe not,' said Harry. 'But Bristol Grammar isn't likely to turn down a left-handed batsman of his calibre.'
'Then we'll have to hope that Eton feels the same way,' said Mrs Barrington, 'because that's where his father wants him to go.'
'I don't want to go to Eton,' said Giles, putting down his fork. 'I want to go to BGS and be with my friends.'
'I'm sure you'll make a lot of new friends at Eton,' said his mother. 'And it would be a great disappointment to your father if you didn't follow in his footsteps.'
The under-butler coughed. Mrs Barrington looked out of the window to see a car drawing up at the bottom of the steps. 'I think the time has come for you all to return to school,' she said. 'I certainly don't want to be responsible for anyone being late for prep.'
Harry looked longingly at the large plate of sandwiches and the half-finished birthday cake but reluctantly rose from his place and began to walk towards the door. He glanced back once and could have sworn he saw Deakins put a sandwich in his pocket. He took one last look out of the window and was surprised to notice, for the first time, a gangly young girl with long pigtails who was curled up in the