Chapter 35: In Which Certain Changes May Be Discerned

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​⁠Behind his white plaster of composure, Lord Fleetwood had alternately raged and wondered during the passage of the Welsh cavalcade up Eastward: a gigantic burlesque, that would have swept any husband of their heroine off the scene had he failed to encounter it deferentially, preserving his countenance and ostensibly his temper. An idiot of a woman, incurable in her lunacy, suspects the father of t