“Yes, rebel speeches at Almack's. Who ever heard of such a thing! No doubt I shall hear next of your going to a drawing-room and instructing his Majesty how to subdue the colonies. And then, sir, you will be sent to the Tower, and I shan't move a finger to get you out.”
“Who told you of this, Dolly?” I demanded.
“Mr. Fox, himself, for one. He thought it so good,—or so bad,—that he took me aside last night at Lady Tankerville's, asked me why I had let you out of Castle Yard, and told me I must manage to curb your tongue. I replied that I had about as much influence with you as I have with Dr. Franklin.”
I laughed.
“I saw Fox lead you off,” I said.
“Oh, you did, did you!” she retorted. “But you never once came near me yourself, save when I chanced to meet you in the hall, tho' I was there a full three hours.”
“How could I!” I exclaimed. “You were surrounded by prime ministers and ambassadors, and Heaven knows how many other great people.”
“When you wish to do anything, Richard, you usually find a way.”
“Nay,” I answered, despairing, “I can never explain anything to you, Dolly. Your tongue is too quick for mine.”
“Why didn't you go home with your captain?” she asked mockingly.