'That's the problem.'
'It's one which will soon be solved.'
She moved across the room. He checked her.
'It's no good your ringing the bell. There's no one to answer.'
As she turned to face him, Miss Broad spoke, with an apparent partial return to consciousness.
'Who is this person?'
'This person is Horace Burton, of whom you may have heard. I cannot tell you who the other persons are. They look as if they were friends of his.'
'So this is Horace Burton?'
Miss Broad regarded the gentleman in question as if he were some unclean thing, which, possibly, she considered him to be. He, on the other hand, continued genial as ever.
'And you're Miss Broad--Letty, I believe? I'm pleased to meet you, cousin that is to be.'