I did not succeed in inserting as much as the thin end of a different view until he asked me how a man's name could be professor Schillingschen and his wife's Lady Isobel Saffren Waldon.
"I don't understand about titles," he said.

"Shouldn't she take his name, or else he hers, or something ?" I assured him that marriage had never as much as entered the head of either of them.
"They're simply living together," I said.

"He's a cynical brute.

She's a designing female!" The missionary mind recoiled and refused to believe me.

But after he had thought the matter over and seen the probability, he swung over to a sort of lame admission that a few more of my statements might perhaps be true.
"I will take your letter and guarantee its delivery in British East, provided I may read it and do not disapprove of its contents." he volunteered.
"That's not unreasonable," I said, "but the letter is in code." "I should have to see it decoded." I told him to find Fred and Will.