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My lord paused abruptly with the wine-decanter in his hand, his eyes fixed in a vacant stare on his son, who was drawing a high-backed chair forward to the table. The rumble of the wheels of the coach that had brought them home from Hortense Mancini's could be heard dying away along St. James's.
"Wine, Jack? They should have got Pembroke comfortably to bed by now. The man will be about again in a month-ready to quarrel with his best friend. What made you meddle in the game? A little mockery might do Nan Purcell's girl some good."