In fact she said so.
"Indeed no," Samoval agreed.

"And I find it hard to credit that it should be so." "Then you forget," said Sylvia, "that these secrets are not Sir Terence's own.

They are the secrets of his office." "Perhaps so," said the unabashed Samoval.

"But if I were Sir Terence I should desire above all to allay my wife's natural anxiety.

For I am sure you must be anxious, dear Lady O'Moy."' "Naturally," she agreed, whose anxieties never transcended the fit of her gowns or the suitability of a coiffure.