Sensing another maternal oration coming on, one of those I-bore-you-and-thus-know-what's-best-for-you lectures, Richard made a pointed move towards the door. 'If that's all for the moment, Mother, I really must be off. The War Office...' The marchioness gave another of her infamous harrumphs. 'Have a good time at White's, darling,' she said pointedly. Richard paused halfway out the door and flashed her an incredulous look. 'How do you always know?' Lady Uppington looked smug. 'Because I'm your mother. Now, shoo! Get along with you!