Chapter Sixteen
‘It must be performed by the head of the family,’ said Gussie, pointing at a nigh-upon illegible section of scrawl in Theo’s pocket-book.
‘Cannot Theo do it?’ said Lady Werth plaintively. ‘You would not think it to look at your uncle, but such feats take a terrible toll upon him. He is no longer a young man, after all.’
Privately, Gussie thought her aunt over scrupulous of Lord Werth’s health. He was not unlike his son in certain respects, and Lord Bedgberry was the nearest thing to indestructible mankind had to offer.
‘He has recovered admirably from his meeting with Lord Felix,’ Gussie said, and with justice, for a day had passed since his erstwhile lordship had returned into his grave, and Lord Werth had already fully regained his natural colour. ‘And he ate a hearty
