Hugh Murray.
[Turning away from the window.] She’s gone.
Wilfrid Brudenell.
Do tell me about her. What’s her name? I should like to think of her by some name.
Hugh Murray.
A lawyer talks of everything but his clients, my boy. So—your sister is married, eh?
Wilfrid Brudenell.
Married! She was married before one’s eyes became used to the darkness of the gloomy little office.
Hugh Murray.