He put on his dressing-gown, and opened the door of his room. "I'll ask old Ninian," he said, as he went out.
Ninian, who had been yawning so heavily downstairs, was now sitting up in bed, reading a copy of the Engineer.
"Hilloa," he exclaimed as Henry entered the room in response to his "Come in!"
"I say, Ninian, what was the name of the girl that Gilbert was so gone on at Cambridge? Lady something or other! He was rather sick with you for mentioning her...."
"Oh, Lady Cecily Jayne!"
"Is that her name? Who is she?"
"Society female," said Ninian. "Takes an interest in literature and art in her spare time, but she doesn't know anything about either of them. Her brother was in our college until he got sent down. That was how Gilbert met her. She came up one May week and made eyes at Gilbert. She wasn't married then!..."
"Is she married?" Henry interrupted.
"Oh, yes. She used to be Lady Cecily Blandgate ... her father's the Earl of Bucklersbury. She's a big female...."
"What do you mean? Fat?"