"Come, I want you to tell me what you talked about. Where is she now? What is she doing?"
"Miss Tomalin is in the library, rejoicing among the books."
"She is very intellectual," said Lady Ogram. "I never knew anyone so keen about knowledge. But what did you talk about last night?"
"Of very many things. Canada and Northampton, religion and crayfish, Huxley and—Yabsley."
"Yabsley? Who's Yabsley?"
"A gentleman of Northampton, a man of light and leading, a great friend of Miss Tomalin's."
"An old man, I suppose?" asked Lady Ogram, sharply.
"Not quite thirty."
"But married? Of course married?"
"I didn't ask; but, I fancy, not."