in these matters. I weigh my words. And I say again that Anatole had surpassed himself. It was as good a dinner as I have ever absorbed, and it revived Uncle Thomas like a watered flower. As we sat down he was saying some things about the Government which they wouldn’t have cared to hear. * With the consommé pâté d’Italie he said but what could you expect nowadays? * With the paupiettes de sole à la princesse he admitted rather decently that the Government couldn’t be held responsible for the rotten weather, anyway. * And shortly after the caneton Aylesbury à la broche he was practically giving the lads the benefit of
And all the time young Bingo looking like an owl with a secret sorrow. Rummy!
I thought about it a good deal as I walked home, and I was hoping he wouldn’t roll round with his hard-luck story too early in the morning. He had the air of one who intends to charge in at about six-thirty.
Jeeves was waiting up for me when I got back.
“A pleasant dinner, sir?” he said.
“Magnificent, Jeeves.”
“I am glad to hear that, sir. Mr. George Travers rang up on the telephone shortly after you had left. He was extremely desirous that you should join him at Harrogate, sir. He leaves for that town by an early train tomorrow.”
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