They know her.

The Rodneys are in some way connections of hers, and all that--third cousins.

If she isn't there to vouch for you, how the deuce can you expect to--" "Medcroft, you _are_ crazy! No one but an insane man would submit his wife to--Why, good Lord, man, think of the scandal! She won't have a shred left--" "At the proper time the matter will be explained to the Rodneys,--not at first, you know,--and I'll be in a position to step into your shoes before the party returns to Paris.

Afterwards the whole trick will be exposed to the world, and she'll be a heroine." "I'm absolutely paralysed!" mumbled Brock.
"Brace up, old chap.

I'm going to take you around to the Ritz at once to introduce you to my wife--to your wife, I might say.