“Yes: you made a nice piece of mischief there. Where is he?”
“Gone away in a rage, swearing never to speak to you again.”
“Hm! And so his name is Lind, is it?”
“Didnt you know?”
“No, or I should have told you when I read the program this evening. The young villain pretended that his name was Marmaduke Sharp.”
“Ah! The name reminds me of one of his cousins, a little spitfire that snaps at every one who presumes to talk to her.”
“His cousins! Oh, of course; you met them at the concert. What are they like? Are they swells?”
“Yes, they seem to be. There were only two cousins, Miss McQuinch and a young woman named Marian, blonde and rather good looking. There was a brother of hers there, but he is only a parson, and a tall fellow named Douglas, who made rather a fool of himself. I could not make him out exactly.”
“Did they snub you?”
“I dont know. Probably they tried. Are you intimate with many of our young nobility under assumed names?”