"Why, of course. The place of a private secretary is by the side of——"
"His chief's wife. We all know that," interposed Adela Ferrars.
"When you grow old, you'll be sorry for all the wicked things you've said," observed Loring.
"Well, there'll be nothing else to do. Where are you going, Lord Semingham?"
"Home."
"Why?"
"Because I've done my duty. Oh, but here's Dennison, and I want a word with him."
Lord Semingham passed on, leaving the other two together.
"Has Harry Dennison been speaking to-day?" asked Miss Ferrars.
"Well, he had something prepared."