“In that little box, sir⁠—yes⁠—that one. I was just thinking⁠—here’s the haresfoot, sir⁠—that I shall never be able to see ye hold up a coach now!”

My lord, striving to affix the patch in just the right spot at the corner of his mouth, tried to control his features, failed, and went off into a peal of laughter that reached O’Hara in the room across the landing, and caused him to grin delightedly. He had not heard that laugh for many a long day.