"It really is," said Semingham.
"And—is it the whole story?"
"Well, isn't it enough to justify the toast?"
"It—and she—are enough," said Detchmore. "But, Semingham——"
Lord Semingham, however, took him by the arm, walked him into the hall, got his hat and coat for him, helped him on with them, and wished him good-night. Detchmore submitted without resistance. Just at the last, however, as he fitted his hat on his head, he said,
"You're unusually explicit, Semingham. He goes to Omofaga soon, don't he?"
"Yes, thank God," said Semingham, almost cheerfully.