I murmured: "Indeed!" "In Paris--Mrs.Etchingham Granger," he said.
I said, "Oh, yes." Miss Churchill came to the rescue.
"The Duc de Mersch means our friend, your aunt," she explained.

I had an unpleasant sensation.

Through fronds of asparagus fern I caught the eyes of Gurnard fixed upon me as though something had drawn his attention.

I returned his glance, tried to make his face out.

It had nothing distinctive in its half-hidden pallid oval; nothing that one could seize upon.