“That’s right,” said Forsyth, shepherding him out of the room. . . .
A moment later he stood before his lady.
“Hullo, Belinda,” he said. “How—how are you?”
Miss Seneschal nodded.
“Full of it, thanks,” she said composedly. “How are you?”
“Bursting,” said Pomeroy. “Simply bursting, thanks. Awfully nice of old Drawbridge to do us so proud.”
“Perfectly sweet of him,” said Belinda.
Forsyth brought forward a chair.
“Sit down,” he said.
Pomeroy subsided gratefully.