If so, now is the moment to declare it." "I am very much obliged to you," Philippa retorted, "but I have never met or heard of this Mr.Maderstrom--" "Baron Maderstrom," he interrupted.
"Baron Maderstrom, then, in my life; whereas Mr.Lessingham I remember perfectly." "I am sorry," Captain Griffiths said, setting down his empty teacup and rising slowly to his feet.

"We cannot help one another, then." "If you want me to transfer Mr.Lessingham, whom I remember perfectly, into a German baron whom I never heard of," Philippa declared boldly, "I am afraid that we can't." "Baron Maderstrom was a Swedish nobleman," Captain Griffiths observed.
"Swedish or German, I know nothing of him," Philippa persisted.
"There remains, then, nothing more to be said." "I am afraid not," Philippa agreed sweetly.
"Under the circumstances," Captain Griffiths asked, "you will not, I am sure, expect me to dine to-night." "Not if you object to meeting Mr.Hamar Lessingham," Philippa replied.
Her visitor's face suddenly darkened, and Philippa wondered vaguely whether anything more than professional suspicion was responsible for that little storm of passion which for a moment transformed his appearance.

He quickly recovered, however.
"I may still," he concluded, moving towards the door, "be forced to present myself here in another capacity.".