Lydiard promised.
“The raving has ended?”
“Hardly, sir, but the exhaustion is less than we feared it would be.”
“Gannet is there?”
“He is in an arm-chair in the room.”
“And Dr. Shrapnel?”
“He does not bear speaking to; he is quiet.”
“He is attached to my nephew?”
“As much as to life itself.”
Lord Romfrey thanked Lydiard courteously. “Let us hope, sir, that some day I shall have the pleasure of entertaining you, as well as another friend of yours.”