Fabian grabbed his fork, stabbing into the duck and he ate quietly. He knew he would probably have been sent to bed - he was sure Mrs Rochester was here to spend time with his uncle now and he was confused about how he felt about that but being dismissed, even if it was for his own health, hurt.
He couldn't believe his uncle the sort of man to have a mistress. He'd always seemed so untouchable. Really, Fabian thought, he should be greatful. They had been locked away for far too long.