And the Baronet chuckled over the three "thumpers" merrily.
"Don't talk slang, if you please—gentlemen don't, at least in addressing ladies."
"Well, then, I won't; I'll speak just as you like, only you must not blow me up any more; for really there is no cause, and we here only two or three minutes together, you know; and I want to tell you something, or rather to ask you—do you ever hear anything of those Deverells, you know?"
Lady Alice looked quite startled, and turned quickly half round in her chair, with her eyes on Sir Jekyl's face. The Baronet's smile subsided, and he looked with a dark curiosity in hers. A short but dismal silence followed.
"You've heard from them?"
"No!" said the lady, with little change in the expression of her face.
"Well, of them?"
"No," she repeated; "but why do you ask? It's very strange!"
"What's strange? Come, now, you have something to say; tell me what it is."
"I wonder, Jekyl, you ask for them, in the first place."