My lord pushed Jim gently to one side and placed his hand in Mr. Beauleigh’s.

“I thank you, sir, it is almost well. But for Miss Betty, who, I fear, has the makings of a true tyrant, I should not wear this obnoxious sling.”

Mr. Beauleigh smiled a little.

“Ah, yes, she keeps us all in order, does Betty. Pray, will you not walk a little in the garden? There are chairs on the lawn⁠—and here is my daughter.”

He waved to the door, and Carstares, turning, beheld Diana.