"Yer on the wrong track, Lumpsden," he said; "she's quite respectable. Madame de Rudder brought her—voman that useter teach the princesses. She's vell connected, too."
"What's her name?"
"Fenella Barbour."
Sir Bryan started a little at the name, and his sudden movement did not escape the Dominion manager.
"I say, Lumpsden," he went on casually; "aintcher a relation of the Lady Lulford that died this year?"
"A little. Why do you ask?"
"That's who she is, my boy. They were talking about all being together at Christmas."
"Who were talking?"
"Voman she called her cousin Leslie, that came wit' 'em too. At their country house. The name's gone outer my head."
Sir Bryan yawned, stretched himself, and gave a meaning look at the clock.