I will begin by asking you a few questions.

What sort of a looking woman is your wife ?" Felix straightened himself in his chair, felt in his inside pocket, and took from it a colored photograph.

"As you see, she is rather small, with fair hair, blue eyes, and a slight figure--the usual English type.
She has very beautiful teeth--very white--teeth you would never forget once you saw them; and she has quite small ears and, although the picture does not show this, small hands and feet." "And how would she dress now?
This evidently was taken some years ago.
I mean, what was her habit of dress?
Would it be such as an Englishwoman would wear ?" Felix pondered.

"Well, when Lady Barbara left she had--" An expression of surprise on the priest's face cut short the sentence.
O'Day looked at him in a startled way; then he recalled his words.
"Pardon me, but it is only fair that you should know that Lady Barbara is the daughter of Lord Carnavon, and that since my father's death they call me Sir Felix.

I have never used the title here and may never use it anywhere.