"I suppose the rest too," said Urquhart, "you related to your sister-in-law to see what she would think."
Peter stammered, "I don't think so. No, I don't believe anything else came from me. Did it, Hilary?"
Hilary shrugged his shoulders, and made no other answer.
"It really doesn't particularly matter," said Urquhart, "whether the informant was you or some other of my acquaintances. I daresay my gyp is responsible for the story of the actresses I brought down to the St. Gabriel's dance; he knew about it at the time, I believe. I am not in the least ashamed of that either; the 'Berkshire Press' is extremely welcome to it, if it can find space for it.... Well, now, will you both stay the night with me, or must you get back? The last good train goes at 10.5, I think."
Peter said, "Come along, Hilary."
Urquhart stood and watched them go.
As they turned away, he said, in his gentle, inexpressive voice, that hadn't been raised in anger once, "Can I lend you any money, Peter?"
Peter shook his head, though he felt Hilary start.
"No, thank you. It is very good of you.... Good night."
"Good night."