"Jove!" he added approvingly, lingering for a moment.

"Jolly well cut, the tunic of your uniform, Dominey! If a country in peril ever decides to waive the matter of my indifferent physique and send me out to the rescue, I shall go to your man." Dominey smiled.
"Mine is only the local Yeomanry rig-out," he replied.

"They will nab you for the Guards!" Dominey stepped back through the open windows into his study as Pelham strolled off.

He was seated at his desk, poring over some letters, when a few minutes later Seaman was ushered into the room.

For a single moment his muscles tightened, his frame became tense.