As soon as Matilda sat down opposite him, Arthur closed the door and called out for the driver to depart. 

[b]"Well, I am pleased that I am better company, but I doubt that very much at this current moment. I feel as though I am ninety years old." [/b]

As tempting as it was to fire back a quick retort regarding the company of Mrs Hollyworth, the reality was, as insufferable as she can be, her Husband had been a dear and close friend since he had joined the Army ten years ago.

The truth is, even in her discomfort, Arthur would rather spend the evening in the presence of Matilda Farr than anyone else in that Hall. Even if she didn’t utter a word, he would take pleasure in assisting her in her discomfort. 

[b]“Don’t think of yourself so lowly Miss Farr. I am certain that even at ninety, you would be splendid company.[/b]” 

Arthur noticed the apparent discomfort on her face, the puffed cheeks and laboured breathing as she took a seat. Even in the pain she did not complain nor did her charm leave her. 

[b]“But of course, if you are not inclined to converse, please do not do so for my sake. I myself do not mind the silence”[/b]