[Gutenberg 37337] • My Lord Duke

The Home Secretary leant his golf-clubs against a chair. His was the longest face of all. "I am only sorry it should have come now," said Claude apologetically. "Just as we were starting for the links! Our first day, too!" muttered the Home Secretary. "I think of Claude," remarked his wife. "I can never tell you, Claude, how much I feel for you! We shall miss you dreadfully, of course; but we couldn't expect to enjoy ourselves after this; and I think, in the circumstances, that you are quite right to go up to town at once." "Why?" cried the Home Secretary warmly. "What good can he do in the Easter holidays? Everybody will be away; he'd much better come with me and fill his lungs with fresh air." "I can never tell you how much I feel for you," repeated Lady Caroline to Claude Lafont.