I dissertated on his amours with Phyllis Gedge.
"No, my dear old friend," said I, in conclusion, "I don't think it was Randall Holmes." Sir Anthony rose and shook his fist in my face.

As I knew he meant me no bodily harm, I did not blench.
"Who was it, then ?" "Althea," said I, "often used to stay in town with your sister.

Lady Greatorex has a wide circle of acquaintances.

Do you know anything of the men Althea used to meet at her house ?" "Of course I don't," replied Sir Anthony.

Then he sat down again with a gesture of despair.