Astoria set the book down as she rose to give Euphemia the socially-required hug. "Thank you, Euphemia. I give your Mr Cadwallader a significant share of the credit, seeing that he wrote about half of it." She sat back down and touched the spot on the couch next to her to indicate where Euphemia should sit. "Featherstone-Goyle is very concise, but Cadwallader will go on."
She lowered her voice a bit. "And someone ought to say something nice about the poor man, given all the rumours."