Then, as he sipped, he again grew absent-minded.

Iris, too, was absorbed in thought.
"You were speaking of Lady Ogram," she resumed, gently.
"Yes.

A friend of mine down at Alverholme knows her very well, and thought I might like to meet her.

I half think I should.

She lives at Hollingford; a rich old woman, going in a good deal for social questions.