c-a-r-d-i-l-l-a-c

Updated: May 12, 2025

Peter's heart beat very fast. The boy smiled at him and held out his hand. "I say, shake hands. You've got pluck my eye! I never saw such a rag!" Peter shook hands and was speechless. "What's your name?" "Westcott." "Mine's Cardillac. It isn't spelt as it's spoken, you know. C-a-r-d-i-l-l-a-c. I'm in White's what do you say to places next each other at table?" "Rather." Peter's face was crimson.

Sir Hugh Walpole - Fortitude