“Some fifty guineas. We may stand in need of them if this is to continue long. But Sir Anthony — ” she paused.
“You’re bewitched. What now?”
“I believe we shall do well to preserve a strict guard before him.”
“As you please, but I think you rate a mountain’s intelligence too high. Consider, my dear, how should any man suspect what is after all the very light of improbability? Why should so wild a surmise so much as cross his brain?”
“There is that, of course. Plague take the man, he must needs load me with favours!”
Robin laughed. “He takes you to White’s, eh? Some little matter of a card-party too, I think?”
“On Thursday, at his house.”
Robin folded pious hands. “I believe my sense of propriety is offended,” he quoted maliciously.
The shot glanced off her armour. “You’ve none, child, rest assured.”
Robin let be at that, and went off to make ready for a call on Miss Grayson. My Lady Lowestoft’s town chaise bore him to the house, and a lackey in sombre livery ushered him into the withdrawing-room.