was the name of the man we referred his nonsense to; you saw my answer to that. But don‘t you say anything about it, for goodness' sake.”
“I should think not, indeed. Did I ever do such a thing? I do hope, though, he won‘t get to know that it was poor Mr. Dunning.”
“Poor Mr. Dunning? I don't know why you call him that; he's a very happy man, is Dunning. Lots of hobbies and a comfortable home, and all his time to himself.”
“I only meant I should be sorry for him if this man got hold of his name, and came and bothered him.”
“Oh, ah ! yes, I daresay he would be poor Mr. Dunning then.”
The Secretary and his wife were lunching
out, and the friends to whose house they
were bound were Warwickshire people. So
Mrs. Secretary had already settled it in her
own mind that she would question them
judiciously about Mr. Karswell. But she was
