'Why should you?
The other side of the case, as I know it, is that he is kind to me, and good to people in trouble, and true to his friends.' 'You cannot say more than that of any man,' Margaret observed gravely.
'I could say much more, but I want to talk to you about other things.' Margaret, who was attracted by her, and who was sure that the story Logotheti had told was a fabrication, as he said it was, wished that her new acquaintance would leave other matters alone and tell her what she knew about Van Torp.
'It all comes of my having mentioned him accidentally,' said Lady Maud.

'But I often do--probably because I think about him a good deal.' Margaret thought her amazingly frank, but nothing suggested itself in the way of answer, so she remained silent.
'Did you know that your father and my father were friends at Oxford ?' Lady Maud asked, after a little pause.
'Really ?' Margaret was surprised.
'When they were undergrads.

Your name is Donne, isn't it?
Margaret Donne?
My father was called Foxwell then.

That's our name, you know.
He didn't come into the title till his uncle died, a few years ago.' 'But I remember a Mr.Foxwell when I was a child,' said Margaret.

'He came to see us at Oxford sometimes.