'Are you sure you met him in London?'
'Of course I'm sure. He was at that supper Captain Delaney gave at
Oddy's. There can't be two men in England who dance like that!'
The recollection of Bill's performance stimulated Miss Leonard into a temporary wakefulness, and she giggled.
'He danced just the same way that night in London. I wish I could remember his name. I almost had it a dozen times tonight. It's something with a window in it.'
'A window?' Nutty's brain was a little fatigued and he felt himself unequal to grasping this. 'How do you mean, a window?'
'No, not a window—a door! I knew it was something about a house.
I know now, his name's Lord Dawlish.'
Nutty's fatigue fell from him like a garment.
'It can't be!'
'It is.'
Miss Leonard's eyes had closed and she spoke in a muffled voice.