"You will excuse me, Mr. Tulkinghorn," observes Sir Leicester. "I think the less said — "

"Pray, Sir Leicester, let me hear the story out" (it is my Lady speaking). "It is quite a story for twilight. How very shocking! Dead?"

Mr. Tulkinghorn re-asserts it by another inclination of his head. "Whether by his own hand — "

"Upon my honour!" cries Sir Leicester. "Really!"

"Do let me hear the story!" says my Lady.

"Whatever you desire, my dear. But, I must say — "

"No, you mustn't say! Go on, Mr. Tulkinghorn."