It was you who said so.
I am Mr.Ruffin's housekeeper, Mary Bride," said Pollyooly very firmly.
"B-b-b-but I've been c-c-c-calling her Lady Marion all the t-t-t-time, and she never p-p-p-protested once!" cried Mr.Wilkinson, gazing wildly at Pollyooly.
"Then all I can say is, you must have frightened the life out of her," said the Honourable John Ruffin indignantly.

"And it will look bad--devilish bad--a man of your age kidnapping a child of twelve and frightening her to such an extent that she was afraid to tell you who she really was.

Look here, am I to give you in charge here and now, and thresh the matter out in a police court?
That will please Osterley!" "Hold on a bit--hold on a bit," said Mr.Wilkinson faintly.

"You're really not joking ?" "Certainly not," said the Honourable John Ruffin.
"Let's go into a waiting-room and talk it over quietly.

We don't want to make any silly mistakes," said Mr.Wilkinson yet more faintly.
"I should think you didn't! You've made enough already," said the Honourable John Ruffin frankly.