"Most probably it is not the same person at all."
"I could remember her Christian name, if I were to think a minute...."
"Then please don't, Edna. I have not the slightest wish to connect her with the Clarence drama, if it should turn out to be the same woman. In fact, I had much better not know it."
"It began with an 'L,' I'm almost sure," said Lady Rossiter, unheeding.
"I hear the car," said her husband, rising hastily.
"Laura—Lilian—Lena—Lucy—Louisa.... It was Pauline, Julian—I remember it now."
"I have not the least idea what the Superintendent's Christian name may be, Edna." Sir Julian went into the hall. "I shall not come back to lunch. What time do you want the car this afternoon?"
"Oh, that doesn't matter," declared Lady Rossiter brightly. "Don't think of that, dear. It's only my nature-class this afternoon, you know, and I can quite well walk down to the meeting-place. It's only at Duckpool Cove. I want the class to see some of those wonderful effects in sepia and green in the rock-pools when the tide is out."
Sir Julian made the unwonted effort of restraining a strong inclination to ask whether the class could not witness these natural phenomena unchaperoned by their president.
"I will send the car back, then. I shall walk home."