"May I ask what was his name ?--my cousin was there, you see." An insipid smile.

"We may have friends in common." "He was a certain Sir Malcolm Tepping," I blurted out, staring hard at my plate.
"Tepping! I think I have heard Dick speak of him, Ivor." "Your cousin," Sir Ivor answered, with emphatic dignity, "is certain to have mixed with nobbut the highest officials in Burma." "Yes, I'm sure Dick used to speak of a certain Sir Malcolm.

My cousin's name, Dr.Cumberledge, was Maltby--Captain Richard Maltby." "Indeed," I answered, with an icy stare.

"I cannot pretend to the pleasure of having met him." Be exclusive to the exclusive, and they burn to know you.

From that moment forth Lady Meadowcroft pestered us with her endeavours to scrape acquaintance.