"I must think," he whispered. "We can't talk now. I must see you again."
"Where?" she asked helplessly.
"Carlin's. Come up to-morrow. I can arrange it. For heaven's sake, begin to talk about something."
She looked up in his face.
"I could stand here and tell it to the room," she said, "sooner than live as I live now."
He had no time to answer. Semingham's arm was on his shoulder. Lord Detchmore stood by his side.
"I want," said Semingham, "to introduce Lord Detchmore to you, Mrs. Dennison. It's not at all disinterested of me. You must persuade him—you know what about."
"No, no," laughed the Minister, "I mustn't be talked to; it's highly improper, and I distrust my virtue."
"I'll be bound now that you were talking about Omofaga this very minute," pursued Semingham.
"Of course we were," said Ruston.