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"If I am to go down
and make myself pleasant to these people because of you."
"But I implore you not to."
"And five minutes ago you were imploring me to! Of course I shall."
"Oh well!--well!"
"One has to know SOMETHING of the people to whom one commits
oneself, surely."
"They are decent people; they are well-behaved people."
"Oh!--I'll behave well. Don't think I'll disgrace your casual
acquaintances. But who they are, what they are, I WILL know. . . ."
On that point Lady Marayne was to score beyond her utmost
expectations.
"Come round," she said over the telephone, two mornings later.
"I've something to tell you."
She was so triumphant that she was sorry for him. When it came to
telling him, she failed from her fierceness.
"Poff, my little son," she said, "I'm so sorry I hardly know how to
tell you. Poff, I'm sorry. I have to tell you--and it's utterly
beastly."
"But what?" he asked.
"These people are dreadful people."
"But how?"
"You've heard of the great Kent and Eastern Bank smash and the
Marlborough Building Society frauds eight or nine years ago?"
"Vaguely.


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