“Georgia!” he shouted. “Where in blazes are you?” Binkley poked his head out of the pantry. “Mrs. Daventry is with Lady Clarke off the buttery, sir. Young Pascal is with them. He has informed me, sir, in a most energetic fashion, that we are to repair to London in two weeks’ time. Is he correct, or is his imagination also energetic?” “Neither, Binkley. We go to London, but we leave as soon as you can organize it. Right now would do nicely.” “I see, sir. Would it be correct to assume that Mrs. Daventry has been enlightened?” “Mrs. Daventry,” Nicholas replied shortly, “has been enlightened as to a great many things. As have I. Hence our immediate departure: there is no time to waste. The house will be open and staffed?” “It will be open, sir, although the staff is at a minimum. That will pose no trouble, as I will be able to raise a full complement with alacrity.
