‘She is quite well now, Giles.’
‘That may be, but we don’t want any of that sort of thing. Gillie had to live abroad when he was a boy. He’s all right now, but what he wants is a wife with plenty of good health and good sense, someone who will look after the place. The sort of wife we would have liked Harry to have,’ said Lord Pomfret, who rarely spoke his dead son’s first name.
‘You may be right, Giles,’ said Lady Pomfret, ‘but we can’t choose for him, and I still think he is attracted by Alice Barton.’
‘I am sure he must like her. She’s a nice girl. But it’s Wicklow’s sister he’s after.’
‘Mr. Wicklow’s sister?’ said Lady Pomfret, with what for one in her position was almost a gasp.
‘Wicklow’s sister,’ the earl repeated. ‘I’ll put my money on her. Do you remember the bet we had on th
