And May's name among the guests--of course, of course.

I notice that Lord Dymchurch was there too." She ended with a quavering laugh, unexpected and rather uncanny.
"And the much-discussed Mr.Langtoft," put in Constance, after a keen look at the mirthful hippocratic face.
"Langtoft, yes," said Dyce.

"I don't quite know what to think of that fellow.

There seems to me something not quite genuine about him.

What is he doing at Lady Honeybourne's garden party?
It looks like tuft-hunting--don't you think, Constance ?" Dyce was secretly annoyed that an idea of his own (that is to say, from his own French philosopher) should be put into practice by someone else before he could assert his claim to it.