‘Nor Sir Ratclifle.’
‘But you did know Mr. Glastonbury?’
‘I did know Mr. Glastonbury.’
‘How very odd!’ said Miss Grandison.
‘What is odd?’ enquired Henrietta.
‘That you should have known Ferdinand before.’
‘Not at all odd. He came over one day to shoot at papa’s. I remember him very well.’
‘Oh,’ said Miss Grandison. ‘And did Mr. Glastonbury come over to shoot?’
‘I met Mr. Glastonbury one morning that I went to see the picture gallery at Armine. It is the only time I ever saw him.’
‘Oh!’ said Miss Grandison again, ‘Armine is a beautiful place, is it not?’