"I'm so blind," said Miss Ferrars plaintively. "Where are my glasses?" "What do you want to see?" asked Lord Semingham. "The man in the corner, talking to Mr. Loring." "Oh, you won't know him even with the glasses. He's the sort of man you must be introduced to three times before there's any chance of a permanent impression." "You seem to recognise him." "I know him in business. We are, or rather are going to be, fellow-directors of a company."