"Oh, yes. About Mr. Ruston, of course."
Lord Semingham whistled gently, and, after a pause, Adela leant forward and asked,
"Do you feel quite comfortable about it?"
"Hang it, no! But I'm too deep in. I hope to heaven the public will swallow it!"
"I didn't mean your wretched Company."
"Oh, you didn't?"
"No; I meant Curzon Street."
"It hardly lies in my mouth to blame Dennison, or his wife either. If they've been foolish, so have I." Adela looked at him as if she thought him profoundly unsatisfactory. He was vaguely conscious of her depreciation, and added, "Ruston's not a rogue, you know."
"No. If I thought he was, I shouldn't be going to take shares in Omofaga."
"You're not?"