It would have been earlier but for a little difficulty in discovering Mr. Allingham’s whereabouts.
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
[Genially.] When ladies have fancies they don’t study the hour before indulging them.
Olive.
I am afraid it is so, in your family, Sir Fletcher.
[Mrs. Cloys makes a movement, but restrains herself.
John.
[In a low voice.] Olive——!
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
Er—the fact is, my sister shares with me the Lavater-like faculty for judging character at sight.