“The poor are often very refined,” said Perrin. “The very poor. Especially in the country.”
“I suppose because they’ve nothing to make them false.”
“Yes.”
“You know, Edward, that Olivia’s going to have a child?”
“No. Good Lord. What in the world? Supposing there’s a letter?”
“That’s the question. There it is. And there goes Cammock up the stage.”
“But it knocks her coming to Darien?”
“Stukeley says not.”
“Good God, though. It must.”
“We probably shan’t leave here, Edward. And anyway he’s her husband.”