"Don't worry, Georgina, Fabian will be fine." Augustus sighed, reaching over to pat the boy hard between the shoulder-blades, with his free hand reaching for a glass of water and handing it to his nephew. "You must not excite yourself, Fabian." He said, once the coughing had subsided. "Do you need to be excused and rest?"
"It will be several years yet until Fabian and I have to consider which young lady would be a most suitable bride, but there is no harm in planning ahead." He explained, smiling slightly at her, "And by that time I should hope that Fabian will be much stronger. Miles should be thankful for his health and take his duties more seriously."