CHAPTER X
AFFAIRS OF STATE
Still feeling rather a puppet in the hands of Fate,
Mr. Philip reached No. 88 Grosvenor Square, the corner
house, about twenty minutes after the hour appointed.
But as the great Proconsul really must be
at the House of Lords by a quarter to four, luncheon
had already begun.
"I notice, Philip," said S. of P., who had arranged with the Woolsack to address his fellow peers in support of the Daylight Saving Bill that afternoon, "that you hardly realize the importance of the part played by time in the lives of us all. I said half-past one distinctly in my note."
The unfortunate young man apologized very humbly and politely to the great Proconsul.
Considering what an Odyssey his life had been that morning, the young fellow made a very decent luncheon. Just the wing of a woodcock, and a bit off the breast, a few slices of York ham, a jam puff or so, a bite of cheese and an imperial pint of bitter ale out of a presentation silver tankard bearing the arms of Ch: Ch. Blind instinct seemed to tell the young man that he
