We'll find him a wife, too, papa--when he "arrives." We shall be in practice--you and I.' Lord Findon sprang up.
'Here he is!' he said, with very evident agitation.
The pronoun clearly had no reference to Fenwick.

Eugenie sat motionless, looking into the fire, her hands on her knee.

Lord Findon listened a moment.
'I'm going to my room.

Eugenie!--if I could be the slightest use--' 'Dear papa!' she looked up, smiling.

'It's very simple.' With a muttered exclamation, Lord Findon walked to the further end of the drawing-room, and vanished through an inner door.
The footman announced 'Mr.Welby.' As soon as the door was shut, Eugenie rose.
Welby hurriedly approached her.