"Goodness, Augustus. You should take a trip with him them if you have never been, and how can you send a young man to the seaside and not allow him to swim? He will at least be permitted to wade into the water a little way, won't he? If you move him to the seaside simply to let him lay in another bed, reading another set of books I doubt he will thank you for it." She knew she spoke out of tern, as if she was mother rather than mistress and away from the boy. Augustus's kindness and charity, his care for his nephew were a credit to him in every sense but sometimes…
She lounged back in her chair, taking another sip of the sherry. “I know that any number of our acquaintances are looking to spend a small time enjoying the country air before parliament opens again. Lord Hurst is mourning the loss of the hunting season, save partridge and fox, and Lord Chadwick has not taken a holiday in three years. Suggest your clever idea to them and you shall not have to worry about Fabian swimming. He will be surrounded by those of his own class and intellect and…Miss Patience Hurst who is quite the little debutant this season.”