“In which case he is likely to lose it as quickly as he gained it,” Tina said, thinking of Lord Wynchingham.
“Oh, no,” the Dowager answered, “he is not so cork-brained as that. He plays with young simpletons, countrymen who have come to London, wide-eyed, but with warm pockets. He plays, I am told, very late in the evening, when most men have dined well. Sir Marcus himself looks sparingly on the bottle.”
“He is obviously odious!” Tina exclaimed.
“But rich,” the Dowager added, watching her.
“Does money matter so much?” Tina asked defiantly.
“Apparently to you it does,” the Dowager retorted and Tina was silenced.
They stayed quietly at home that day, refusing to entertain the many callers who came to make enquiries about Lord Wynchingham.
When the doctors arrived in the evening, they
