“Yes,” said Stukeley, “I think you could. Put on your wraps, Livy, and come on.”
“Tom. Tom, dear.”
“I would go, Mrs. Stukeley, if I were you,” said the Governor. “You couldn’t leave the colony here much before November.”
“I am very sorry,” she answered. “But I don’t think you know the circumstances.”
“I’ve discussed them with Captain Margaret,” he answered.
“You discussed them, Charles?”
“Yes,” Margaret said. “Howard gives good advice, Olivia.”
“I don’t think my wife wants your advice,” said Stukeley. “Come, Livy. Here are your wraps. Come on. Don’t let’s have a scene.”
“Tom,” she said, holding out her hands, swaying a little, her eyes blind with tears. “Tom, I beseech you, let’s go home. What is your pledged word to—to what they are saying?”
“I’m going to keep my word,” he answered brutally. “Good-bye, Howard. Thanks for the pie-crust. I hope, next time I see you, you’ll have some decent wine. Your port is—— So long.” He turned to the other men. “Come on, Pilly. Come, Maggy.” As he walked to the door, he looked again at Howard. “So long, me lord,” he said.