“Oh! Lawrence is coming, is he not?”
“Yes; and George said he should bring back Mr Saul Harrington. I think I’ll go now and dress.”
She smiled at him as he took and patted her little hand, and he followed her to the door before returning to where Mrs Hampton was seated bolt upright.
“Well?” he said.
“Well?”
“My lord out, then?”
“Yes; gone to some races or something with that beautiful Saul Harrington. He’ll make ducks and drakes of all this money.”
“He has a perfect right to it, my dear. It is his own.”
“Now, Phineas, don’t talk in that cold-blooded way. I am getting terribly uncomfortable.”
“My dear wife, I have already grown terribly uncomfortable, and I want to get back home.”