"I really believe I have found her," he said, when he entered the waiting-room. "I really believe it."
"No!" said the duchess.
"Yes," said the bishop. "By a series of skilful questions and the exercise of a little pardonable deceit, I have learnt that there is a Mrs. Bramwell here, who is said to be a very fine woman, and goes out in goggles in a motor-car with her husband, who is fairish to dark and tall and short and also wears goggles."
Augustin nodded.
"This looks like—something," he said, hopefully. "Bramwell! Perhaps really Bramber, Titania."
"No, no," said Titania. "I expect disaster. I anticipate the Jew or Williams."
"But Bramwell—the first syllable being Bram," suggested the bishop.
"I cannot build on Bram," said the duchess. "We are an unfortunate family. Lord Bramber may be an earl at any minute, and she has married a coal-heaver, of course! Let us go at once."
When they got into the carriage, the bishop told the man to drive to the Moat House.
"Did you say Moat House?" asked the duchess.