"What sort of people?"
"Oh, that writer man."
"Hamilton-Cox?"
"Yes—is that his name?"
"I am not surrounding myself with Mr Cox; the thing is physically and physiologically impossible. Do talk sense, Charles."
Charles retired into silence, and Miss Pursehouse yawned again, sub-audibly. After a few moments—"Where did you pick up the Lamberts?"
"You mean Mr Lambert and his daughter?"
"Has he a daughter?"
"Has he a daughter? Why, Lulu Morgan, when I asked her what you and she had found to talk about, said Fanny Lambert——"
"It is perfectly immaterial what Miss Morgan said; some of her sayings are scarcely commendable. I believe she did say something about a Miss Lambert. When I said 'has he a daughter?' I spoke with a meaning."