Lady Gwendolyn was beginning to grow quite exasperated at herself for her now marked inability to tell just what sort of business Mr. Fisher ran. It was obviously rather shady, but the line about managing his funds... was he in the East India Company? That would be a very viable way for him to know her father.
She seated him at a table behind the still-shaken Fox and gestured at a servant to bring a tea service. "How do you take your tea, Mr. Fisher?" Lady Gwendolyn asked, sitting across from him.