Chapter 1691 of 1964 · 59 words · ~1 min read

LXII.

It was not that she feared the very worst: His Grace was an enduring, married man, And was not likely all at once to burst Into a scene, and swell the clients' clan Of Doctors' Commons; but she dreaded first The magic of her Grace's talisman, And next a quarrel (as he seemed to fret) With Lord Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet.