“Is that you, Barron? I feared you would not return in time for our dinner party tomorrow night.” Tabitha turned toward the drawing room door as he entered, but she gasped at the sight of him. Lena was also shocked at the haggard look upon his face. He walked gingerly, as if his bones would shatter into a thousand pieces. “Barron!” Tabitha rose and went to him. “What has happened? Are you well?” He looked up at his sister, but it was as if he could not quite see her. He patted her hand, and although he did not smile, his gaze upon her was gentle and kind. “I am well, Tab. You mustn’t worry about me.” “Something has happened to upset you,” Tabitha insisted. “While in town, I received some bad news, but nothing that need concern you.” Tabitha pressed her lips together and gave him the look that said that it was up to her to determine what should concern her and what should not, but Mr. Vipond patted her hand once more and then leaned over to kiss her cheek. “I’m off to bed, Tab. ...