“Marriage certificates don’t tell lies, at any rate,” he said. “Just look that through, will you.”
Ennison took the document, tore it half in two without looking at it, and flung it back in Hill’s face. Then he turned on his heel and walked off.
Chapter XVII
THE CHANGE IN “ALCIDE”
“By-the-bye,” his neighbour asked him languidly, “who is our hostess?”
“Usually known, I believe, as Lady Ferringhall,” Ennison answered, “unless I have mixed up my engagement list and come to the wrong house.”
“How dull you are,” the lady remarked. “Of course I mean, who was she?”
“I believe that her name was Pellissier,” Ennison answered.