This time excellent news.

A publicist denied publicity is as useful as a German Field Marshal on a desert island.

I asked what The Albemarle died of.
"Practically all the staff deserted what Randall called the Cause and dribbled away into the army," she replied mournfully.
As to what this precious Cause meant I did not enquire, having no wish to enter into an argument with the good lady which might have become exacerbated.

Besides, she would only have parroted Randall.

I had never yet detected her in the expression of an original idea.
"Perhaps he has dribbled away too ?" I suggested grimly.