The Masqueraders · Chapter 9 (2/2)

“He refused to go with you, did he?” Sir Anthony flicked a speck or two of snuff from his sleeve.

“Oh, wouldn’t hear of it! Naught I could say was to any avail. He would be off home, and have no fuss made.”

“Very creditable,” said Sir Anthony, stifling a yawn, and strolled away to meet my Lord March, just come in.