Because he honors me by interesting himself in my concerns, he has probably told you all sorts of wonderful things about me and my friends.

A very ingenious romancer, Mr.Pritchard, you know.

Confess, now, didn't he tell you some stories about us ?" She might have spared herself the trouble of beating about the bush.
There was no hesitation about Tavernake.
"He said that your friends were every one of them criminals," Tavernake declared, "and he admitted that he was working hard at the present moment to discover that you were one, too." She laughed softly but heartily.
"I wonder what was his object," she remarked, "in taking you into his confidence." "He happened to know," Tavernake explained, "that I was intimate with your sister.

He wanted me to ask Beatrice a certain question." Elizabeth laughed no more.

She looked steadfastly into his eyes.
"And that question ?" "He wanted me to ask Beatrice why she left you and hid herself in London." She tried to smile but not very successfully.
"According to his story," Tavernake continued, "you and Beatrice and your husband were away together somewhere in the country.