"Whom do you think I took down to dinner?" he asked, almost before he was seated.
"Lady Bernard?" I said, flying high.
"Her dowager aunt?" said Percivale.
"No, no; Miss Clare."
"Miss Clare!" we both repeated, with mingled question and exclamation.
"Yes, Miss Clare, incredible as it may appear," he answered.
"Did you ask her if it was she you saw carrying the jug of beer in
Tottenham Court Road?" said Percivale.
"Did you ask her address?" I said. "That is a question more worthy of an answer."
"Yes, I did. I believe I did. I think I did."
"What is it, then?"