‘You don’t dislike Brailstone?’
‘He is one of the agreeable.’
‘He must put his feelings into Italian song!’
‘To put them aside will do.’
‘We are not to have our feelings?’
‘Yes, on the proviso that ours are respected. But, one instant, Lord Fleetwood, pray. She is—I have to speak of her as my sister. I am sure she regrets... She writes very nicely.’
‘You have a letter from her?’
Henrietta sighed that it would not bear exposure to him: ‘Yes.’
‘Nicely worded?’
‘Well, yes, it is.’