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Do n't you worry about me , my dear lady ; I shall jog along somehow . '' The next morning , while at breakfast , he received a little note from Lady Angleford , asking him to dinner that night . It was a charming little note , as pleading and deprecating as her eyes had been when she looked at him at the Northgates ' . Drake sent back word that he would be delighted to come , and at eight o'clock presented himself at his uncle 's house in Park Lane . Lord Angleford was , like Northgate , detained in London by official business . He was a very fine specimen of the old kind of Tory , and , though well advanced in years , still extremely good-looking -- the whole family was favored in that way -- and remarkably well preserved . His hair was white , but his eyes were bright and his cheeks ruddy , and , when free from the gout , he was as active as a young man .