It is the most extraordinary story, and I can't keep it to myself.

On my word of honor it isn't a love affair--at least not exactly." I let him talk after I had gone to bed.
"You must know," he said, dropping cigarette ashes onto my pillow every minute, "that some time ago I fell in with Jack Goring's father, Colonel Goring.

Jack and I had been David and Jonathan at Cambridge, and though we had not met for years, I looked forward with pleasure to meeting him again.

He was a widower, and his father and he kept joint house.

But the house was dreary now, for the colonel was alone in it.