That came as little surprise. Dawlish, she thought, and perhaps Dippet. Maybe even Flint for a second bout—though she was a woman, a second tenure under Josephina Flint was almost more frightening a prospect than any of her male counterparts!

“And who of the new, do you expect?” she inquired. Her brother would have been an admirable fit, but he was perhaps too close to Mr. Urquart for it to be comfortable to the general public. A pity.