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Evelyn went to the window to admire them, and Lady Duckle's thoughts turned to the coachman. "He sent in just now to ask for a map of London. It appears he doesn't know the way, yet, when I took up his references, I was assured that he knew London perfectly." "Dulwich is very little known; it is at least five miles from here." "Oh, Dulwich!... you're going there?"
Lady Duckle leaned across the table, glancing from time to time at Evelyn, as if to assure herself that she was still in the presence of this extraordinary person, and murmured something about having the honour of assisting at what she was sure would be a great career. Owen noticed that Evelyn seemed preoccupied, and did not respond very eagerly to Lady Duckle's advances.
He wondered if she suspected him of having been Lady Duckle's lover.... Evelyn was thinking entirely of Lady Duckle herself, trying to divine the real woman that was behind all this talk of great men and social notabilities. One phrase let drop seemed to let in some light on the mystery.
"The most celebrated singers are glad to sing at Lady Duckle's afternoons; no reputation is considered complete till it has received her sanction." "That is going too far, Owen; but it is true that nearly all the great singers have been heard at my house."