"we'd best begin at the beginning. Perhaps Mrs. Dunkle will stop me when I come to anything that seems likely to be of service to her. Yes? Thank you. The first entry, then, runs as follows:
"Aged twenty-one, went to spend part of the Oxford Christmas Vacation at the home of a college friend, Bertram Saunderson, second son of Sir Assheton Saunderson, of 42, Onslow Gardens, South Kensington. While dancing was in progress, kissed Sir Assheton's third daughter, Lucy, who, after boxing his ears, immediately reported the matter to her brothers. Kicked by elder and thrown into the street, with his trunk and belongings, by the younger."
Chloë broke out into a shriek of laughter so piercing that even Dunkle, who was well used to the painful sounds she made, winced and put his hands up to his ears. As for Mr. Pankhurst, his teeth were set so horribly on edge that both plates sprang from their moorings and were only saved from dashing themselves to pieces on the
