" I—I don’t wish to go either. I adore Miss Lucinda and Master Carlisle—they are such lovely children. But I’m not getting any younger.”
“I understand,” he said again, and wondered whether there was anything he could do to cushion his children from this blow.
“Unless, that is, my lord, you wish to—”
She looked up now, her eyes imploring. He stared back at her, half in incomprehension, half in . . . all too much comprehension.
Dear God, Holmes would probably have seen where this was going while Miss Yarmouth was still on the other side of the door. "

― Sherry Thomas , The Art of Theft (Lady Sherlock, #4)