He made a little calculation.
"Well, it must be five years," he said at length. "Or perhaps it is six; the time goes so quickly, I lose count."
"And do you live in London too?"
"Yes; I live in an unfashionable part of Bloomsbury."
"Near Jimmy?"
"No; Jimmy lives in the Temple."
"Oh."
It evidently conveyed nothing to her.
"And do you know his brother—the great Horatio?" she asked laughingly.
"I had the honour of meeting him once," he answered with mock gravity.