Suppose you tell it me." "I must confess, then," Andrew answered, "that I am somewhat of a fraud.

Berners was my friend, not my lodger, and I am Andrew de la Borne, Cecil's elder brother." She looked at him for several moments steadily.
"I think that you might have told me," was all she said.
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Why ?" he asked, a little brusquely.

"I am not of your world, or your stepmother's.

When Cecil told me that he had invited some of his fashionable friends down here to stay, I begged him to leave me out of it.

I chose to retire here, and I preferred not to see any of you.