Chapter Twenty-One
Lord Maundevyle experienced some further difficulty before he could be said to have gained full control over his physical state. Halfway through the aforementioned chocolate, which he downed with the gusto of a man dying of thirst, he snapped back into his draconic shape, so fast and so unexpectedly as to send the unfortunate cup flying.
The sound of its landing, and subsequent shattering, split the air, followed by a roar of frustration on his lordship’s part.
This setback proved temporary, however, for within two hours he was a man again; and his impromptu and involuntary transformations did not persist past the following day.
‘Your dear mama will be so relieved,’ Gussie offered, at dinner upon the day of Lord Maundevyle’s return to recognisable humanity.
He looke
