"Dundas and I have never been intimate, but he's a fine chap, and I've always admired him.
He's sure to come out of this all right." Poor Lord Robert! I hadn't much thought to give him then; but dimly I felt that his anxiety was concerned with me even more than with Ivor, of whom he spoke so kindly, though he had often shown signs of jealousy in past days.
I felt stunned, and almost dazed.

If anyone had spoken to me, I think I should have been dumb, unable to answer; but nobody did speak, or seem to think it strange that I had nothing to say.
"I suppose you won't try to do anything until after lunch, will you, Mountstuart ?" Lord Robert went on to ask.
"No, we must eat, and talk things over," said Uncle Eric.
We went into the restaurant, I moving as if I were in a dream.

Ivor accused of murder! What had he done?
What could have happened?
But I was soon to know.

As soon as we were seated at a table, where the lovely, fresh flowers seemed a mockery, Aunt Lil began asking questions.
For some reason, Uncle Eric apparently did not like answering.

It was almost as if he had had some kind of previous knowledge of the affair, of which he didn't wish to speak.