“Yes.”
“You’ll—you’ll make it plain that, er, that I . . .”
“I shall say I wrung your consent from you.”
“Of course,” said Belinda, with a dazzling smile, “you should have been an ambassador.”
Forsyth smiled back.
“Sometimes I am,” he said.
The next moment he was gone.
As he entered the waiting-room—
“Good morning, Forsyth,” said Pomeroy. “Here’s a go.”
“What’s happened?” said Forsyth.