But whose acquaintance do you think I have made ?' 'Down there ?' 'Yes.

Your uncle Alfred and his daughter were staying at John Yule's, and I saw something of them.

I was invited to the house.' 'Did you speak of us ?' 'To Miss Yule only.

I happened to meet her on a walk, and in a blundering way I mentioned Reardon's name.

But of course it didn't matter in the least.