“Yes. Why?”

“Nothing⁠—nothing⁠—I only wondered, that’s all. Curious names these people have.”

“Then, of course, there ought to be one or two outsiders⁠—just to give the thing a bona fide appearance. Lady Eileen could see to that⁠—young people, uncritical, and with no idea of politics.”

“Bundle would attend to that all right, I’m sure.”

“I wonder now.” Lomax seemed struck by an idea.

“You remember the matter I was speaking about just now?”

“You’ve been speaking about so many things.”

“No, no, I mean this unfortunate contretemps”⁠—he lowered his voice to a mysterious whisper⁠—“the memoirs⁠—Count Stylptitch’s memoirs.”