“Oh, no, I don’t think so! Freddy is going to hatch another scheme.”
“Legerwood, you know very well he will do no such thing! We shall be obliged to do something!”
“Nonsense, my love! Freddy assures me he is bound to think of something,” said his lordship, at his most urbane.
But no one was more surprised than he when his heir, having sat throughout the second course at dinner wrapped in profound thought, announced suddenly: “Knew I should hit on something! Well, I have!”
Lady Legerwood, whose conversation during dinner had meandered between the sufferings of her younger children, and the predicament in which her married daughter found herself, looked doubtfully at him. “Hit on what, dear Freddy?”
“Meg,” replied Freddy succinctly. “Going to visit her.”
“Are you, my love? But—Oh, now you put me in mind of it I recall that she is going to Almack’s tonight, with Emily Cowper!”
“Find her there,” said Freddy.
“Well, of course, dear—But you are not dressed for Almack’s!”
“Go back to my lodgings and change. Plenty of time!” said Freddy. “Must see Meg!”