“I lunched there to-day,” Mr. Johnson confided.
The girl looked at him curiously.
“Who was there?” she enquired.
“Only Sir Bertram and his son and Mr. Henry Ballaston. I thought it was rather decent of them to ask me.”
She made no reply.
“Do you know them?” he asked.
“I see Sir Bertram often,” she replied. “He comes down to the Little House two or three times a week when he is here.”
“And Mr. Henry?”
“Mr. Henry does not visit Madame to my knowledge.”
“Do you know Sir Bertram’s son, Gregory?” he continued.