The lawyer stands before the fire with his hand out at arm's length, shading his face.
He looks across his arm at my Lady.
"Yes," he says, "I inquired about the man, and found him.

And, what is very strange, I found him--" "Not to be any out-of-the-way person, I am afraid!" Lady Dedlock languidly anticipates.
"I found him dead." "Oh, dear me!" remonstrated Sir Leicester.

Not so much shocked by the fact as by the fact of the fact being mentioned.
"I was directed to his lodging--a miserable, poverty-stricken place--and I found him dead." "You will excuse me, Mr.Tulkinghorn," observes Sir Leicester.

"I think the less said--" "Pray, Sir Leicester, let me hear the story out" (it is my Lady speaking).

"It is quite a story for twilight.