“Oh, good morning,” said Lord Caterham. “Good morning. Nice day.”

“The weather is delightful,” said Mr. Fish.

He helped himself to coffee. By way of food, he took a piece of dry toast.

“Do I hear correctly that the embargo is removed?” he asked after a minute or two. “That we are all free to depart?”

“Yes⁠—er⁠—yes,” said Lord Caterham. “As a matter of fact, I hoped, I mean that I shall be delighted”⁠—his conscience drove him on⁠—“only too delighted if you will stay on for a little.”

“Why, Lord Caterham⁠—”

“It’s been a beastly visit, I know,” Lord Caterham hurried on. “Too bad. Shan’t blame you for wanting to run away.”