"Rum things, women!" said Ninian, moving towards the door, "but very nice ... very nice, indeed!"
"My goodness me, I am tired," Gilbert yawned. "Oh, so tired! But we've settled everything, haven't we? The empire and women and so on? Great Scott," he exclaimed, "we forgot to say anything about God!"
"So we did," said Ninian, and he turned back from the door.
"The Improved Tories really ought to make up their minds about religion," Gilbert went on.
"Can't we leave that until to-morrow?" Roger complained. "We needn't talk about Him to-night, need we? I'm frightfully sleepy!..."
6
While Henry was undressing, he remembered how angry Gilbert had been with Ninian and Roger because they had mentioned the name of a girl for whom he had cared.
"Awfully rum, that!" he said to himself, sitting on the edge of his bed.
He tried to recall her name. "Lady something!" he said, and then said several times, "Lady ... Lady ... Lady!..." in the hope that the name would follow. But he could not remember it.
"Odd that I never heard of her before."