No, I didn't know. What did he do? I forget.
Mrs. Cortelyon.
Checked one of those horrid mutinies at some far-away station in India, marched down with a handful of his men and a few faithful natives, and held the place until he was relieved. They gave him his company and a V.C. for it.
Aubrey.
And he's Mrs. Brereton's brother?
Mrs. Cortelyon.
Yes. He's with his sister—was, rather—in Paris. He's home—invalided. Good gracious, Aubrey, why don't you help me out? Can't you guess what has occurred?
Aubrey.
Alice!
Mrs. Cortelyon.