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46  Yes, that's the name. She keeps house for her brother-in-law, seemingly.  And what—what is her brother-in-law's name, Freda?  Lord Robert—no, Sir Robert Temple.  [As if thunderstruck.] Temple! Sir Robert Temple!  Is that a well-known name in England, then? [A strained silence, the men looking into each others faces.  [Her hand to her forehead as if she had been struck a blow.] Oh, quite—quite!  [Plying with food.] More bread and butter, Freda. You must be as hungry as a horse after that long journey.  I am. Don't you see I am? But I mustn't stay long. They'll be expecting me, and think I'm lost if I don't arrive soon.  [After a pause, clutching at Freda's arm at at a