“I think it does rather,” said Lord Caterham. “He’s probably spluttering horribly at this minute, and we mustn’t do anything to make it worse for him.”

“But what is he saying?”

“Heaven knows,” said Lord Caterham. “A lot of damned nonsense, anyway. Never say too much, that was always my motto. Grab the girl’s hand and let events take their course.”

Bill stared at him.

“But look here, sir, I’m in a hurry. I must talk to Bundle⁠—”

“Well, I don’t suppose you’ll have to wait long. I must confess I’m rather glad to have you here with me⁠—I suppose Lomax will insist on coming back and talking to me when it’s all over.”

“When what’s all over? What is Lomax supposed to be doing?”