"In his pocket."
Mrs. Dennison cast a glance towards the window.
"Don't go on," implored Semingham, half-seriously.
"And my husband?" she asked in a still lower voice.
Lord Semingham protested with a gesture against such cross-examination.
"Surely it's a good thing for me to know?" she said.
"Well—a great influence."
"Thank you."
There was a pause for an instant. Then she rose with a laugh and rang the bell for tea.
"I hope he won't ruin us all," she said.