Kinsfolk though we are, we see little of each other." Mr.Dennie made no remark on this.

He walked along at Audrey's side, apparently in deep thought, and suddenly he looked across at her mother.
"What do you think about this extraordinary story of Bassett Oliver's having met a Marston Greyle over there in America ?" he asked abruptly.
"What do people here think about it ?" "We're not in a position to hear much of what other people think," answered Mrs.Greyle.

"What I think is that if this Marston Greyle ever did meet such a very notable and noticeable man as Bassett Oliver it's a very, very strange thing that he's forgotten all about it!" Mr.Dennie laughed quietly.
"Aye, aye!" he said.

"But--don't you think we folk of the profession are a little bit apt to magnify our own importance?
You say 'Bless me, how could anybody ever forget an introduction to Bassett Oliver!' But we must remember that to some people even a famous actor is of no more importance than--shall we say a respectable grocer?
Marston Greyle may be one of those people--it's quite possible he may have been introduced, quite casually, to Oliver at some club, or gathering, something-or-other, over there and have quite forgotten all about it.

Quite possible, I think." "I agree with you as to the possibility, but certainly not as to the probability," said Mrs.Greyle, dryly.