She pulled hurriedly at the bell and when the footman came to answer her summons she ordered them to carry their Master upstairs.
She sent another footman post-haste for the doctor and then ran ahead up the stairs in search of the Dowager.
Her Grace was sitting up in bed, magnificently coiffured, already decked in her jewels.
“Good morning, child,” she said brightly as Tina entered. And then, when she saw her face, she added quickly, “What is it? What is amiss?”
“His Lordship has arrived,” Tina answered, “but he is ill and weak. It was madness to travel in his condition. I have had him carried to his bed and sent for the doctor.”
“He was told to stay at Wynch until the end of the week,” the Dowager said sharply. “Stupid boy! I wonder what made him so anxious to come to London and diso
