‘There,’ said Theo, taking his letter back from Gussie’s hands. ‘You have made a man sick and miserable, and I hope you are now satisfied.’
‘That being my eternal aim,’ Gussie agreed. ‘Though I have yet to make you sick and miserable, so my work is not yet done.’
‘Who says you haven’t?’ Theo muttered, folding the letter, and putting it away.
Life at Hanover Square continued peacefully enough, after these exciting events. Lady Werth achieved a full recovery from her ice-bound state; under her direction, the town-house was very soon in an excellent condition, its damp and mildew banished, its shabby furnishings replaced with choice selections from the best of London’s warehouses.
Theo’s hands remained bandaged for some time, but the pain in them diminished day by day, and his feverish st
