To add more worry...

[clever_petite]

Armand has now confided in me why Lady Wotton is ill. Mon Dieu, I don't know what to do. I suppose I should try to comfort her, and see if she needs anything

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[sweariwontdie]

Hug me? And of course, keep visiting Victoria esp. as you've now stuck me in bed too!

What? What happened? I know I was very little, but tell me?

[clever_petite]

Oh, there was once years ago when you were very ill. You were maybe...ten? You had such a terrible fever that I had to stay home with you, which meant no working. Chauvelin found out somehow and came to sit up with you at night when I needed to be at the theatre. You were so delerious the whole time I don't know if you remember, and Chavelin and I agreed never to tell anyone. It wouldn't have seemed proper.

[sweariwontdie]

typist: as this makes no sense to the 7 year old, i'll make him read it when he's better.