“And for you?
“While you are ill my place is by your side.”
“There is your sister?”
“She is going to Florida.”
“Lady Dumbarton, then?”
“She is nursing her father. It is out of the question.”
“Well, then, whom can we possibly ask? Especially just as the season is commencing. You see, Clara, the fates fight against Sir William.”
His wife rested her elbows against the back of the great red chair, and passed her fingers through the statesman’s grizzled curls, stooping down as she did so until her lips were close to his ear.
“There is Lord Arthur Sibthorpe,” said she softly.
Lord Charles bounded in his chair, and muttered a word or two such as were more frequently heard from Cabinet Ministers in Lord Melbourne’s time than now.