“I don’t know, sir.”
“But you know Mr Chetwode, of course?” I said.
“Oh yes, sir. They say he is to marry Miss Beryl,” answered the girl, smiling.
“And his mother is a frequent visitor also, isn’t she.”
“Yes; she’s here very often indeed.”
“And Major Tattersett?”
“He’s only been here once, I think—a long time ago. He’s a round-faced gentleman who wears a single eyeglass, isn’t he?”
“Yes. Did he call to see Sir Henry?”
“No, sir. He came to see Miss Beryl.”
“And he has only been here once, you say?”