Lord Beming squared words after words after words, but what Victoria was hearing was nothing but his cracking voice and the sole dread and voice wishing for him to state, I am concluding, or I should leave. Why wouldn't he just leave? And Beaufort...
He had stayed already for almost three hours, talking about the sun, the balls, and all the events he had been attending –horse racing, travel to Greece, Mesopotamia, Italy, his knew knowledge of the livelihood of tortoise, his son joining the military… name them!
