Lady Cynthia, who had apparently just arrived from some function in town, was still wearing muslin and a large hat.
"I am always afraid that Mr.Ledsam will have forgotten me," she observed, as she gave him her hand.

"The last time I met you was at the Old Bailey, when you had been cheating the gallows of a very respectable wife murderer.

Poynings, I think his name was." "I remember it perfectly," Francis assented.

"We danced together that night, I remember, at your aunt's, Mrs.Malcolm's, and you were intensely curious to know how Poynings had spent his evening." "Lady Cynthia's reminder is perhaps a little unfortunate," Sir Timothy observed.

"Mr.Ledsam is no longer the last hope of the enterprising criminal.