But both had seen, and Mrs.Linforth, in addition, was aware of a barely perceptible start made by Sir John at her side.
She looked at him sharply.

His face had grown grave.
"You know her ?" asked Mrs.Linforth.There was anxiety in her voice.
There was also a note of jealousy.
"Yes." "Who is she ?" "Mrs.Oliver.

Violet Oliver." "Married!" "A widow.

I introduced her to your son at La Grave in the Dauphine country last summer.

Our motor-car had broken down.