"How did you know we were in Symford?"
"Why everybody knows that."
Priscilla was silent. Again she felt she was being awakened from a dream.
"I've met quite a lot of interesting people since I saw you last," he said. "At least, they interested me because they all knew you."
"Knew me?"
"Knew you and that old scound—the excellent Fritzing. There's an extremely pleasant policeman, for instance, in Kunitz—"
"Oh," said Priscilla, starting and turning red. She could not think of that policeman without crisping her fingers.
"He and I are intimate friends. And there's a most intelligent person—really a most helpful, obliging person—who came with you from Dover to Ullerton."
"With us?"
"I found the conversation, too, of the ostler at the Ullerton Arms of immense interest."