Quodling?
Now I come to think of it--why do you ask ?" "There's a man in the City called Quodling, a silk broker.

For private reasons I should like to know something about him." Greenacre gazed absently at his friend, like one who tries to piece together old memories.
"Lost it," he muttered at length in a discontented tone.

"Something about a Mrs.Quodling and a lawsuit--big lawsuit that used to be talked about when I was a boy.

My father was a lawyer, you know." "Was he?
It's the first time you ever told me," replied Gammon with a chuckle.
"Nonsense! I must have mentioned it many a time.

I've often noticed, Gammon, how very defective your memory is.