"There's only one I know anything about. To Miss Gosselin," Brown added, after a puzzled pause.
"Oh yes, I see—thanks so much!" With this, letting his horse go, Lord Beaupré broke off, while Bolton-Brown stood looking after him and saying to himself that perhaps he didn't know! The chapter of English oddities was long.
But on the morrow the announcement was in The Morning Post, and that surely made it authentic. It was doubtless only superficially singular that Guy Firminger should have found himself unable to achieve a call in Chester Street until this journal had been for several hours in circulation. He appeared there just before luncheon, and the first person who received him was Mrs. Gosselin. He had always liked her, finding her infallible on the question of behavior; but he was on this occasion more than ever struck with her ripe astuteness, her independent wisdom.
"I knew what you wanted, I knew what you needed, I knew the subject on which you had pressed her," the good lady said;
