“I shall be delighted,” he said.
“Then I’ll let you know when I’ve fixed things up.”
I gave him the opportunity of departing, but he stayed on, talking incessantly of Sibella. He was so infatuated as to be unable to appreciate how obvious he was making it that he was seeking an introduction to a married woman because he was in love with her.
I knew that Sir Anthony was a friend of Ughtred Gascoyne’s, and it might so happen that he would be useful to me in that direction.
“Have you known Mrs. Goodsall long?” he asked.
“A few weeks.”
“Don’t know Gascoyne, do you?”
“Who is he?”
“Ughtred Gascoyne; I thought everybody knew him. He’s a great pal of hers. People do say things, but I don’t believe it myself. I mention him because I’ve heard a rumour that her husband is dead, and that she and Gascoyne are going to be married.”
“Indeed?”