Beside the bed of lavender Prudence walked with a hand tucked in Robin’s arm. “So we come to the journey’s end.”
“You’re happy?”
“Egad, don’t you think so?”
“To say truth, I thought it. You achieve respectability.”
“I make you my curtsey, child, for the compliment.”
Robin watched it critically. “Not so prettily done as I can do it, my dear.”
“Oh, I always said I’d none of your graces. But think of my height. And you — what do you achieve?”
“Letty.” He laughed a little. “She would not thank you for calling that respectability.”
“I don’t, be sure. What for the old gentleman?”
“Faith, isn’t a Viscounty enough? Do you look to see him turn respectable too?”