Chapter Seventeen
Theo’s journey back to London easily ranked among his least favourite ever. Not that he had travelled especially often, but that did not matter. A worse trip could scarcely be imagined. A sensation perilously close to alarm, but which he refused to term anything of the sort, kept him on edge throughout the day, and since the need for haste had prompted him to urge his driver on to all possible speed, his progress towards London was the bouncing, jolting, rattling sort that left him with a strong headache.
He did not dwell upon the possible fate of his mother, father and cousin. Lord Bedgberry was simply not the type to fret himself into a stew, or to fall into a decline. But the effort of not doing so could only contribute to his discomfort.
He did not choose to stop t
