CHAPTER III
IS DOMESTIC IN THE MAIN, BUT WE HOPE NOT UNWORTHY OF A GREAT CONSTITUTIONAL STATESMAN
When you are up against a serious anticlimax it is
a golden rule to begin a fresh chapter.
The Suffolk Colthurst paused, and sat with a further access of natural majesty upon a chair Louis Quinze, supplied, like the hearthrug, by Tottenham Court Road.
"Wally, Philip has declined to come to the Queen's Hall this afternoon to hear Busoni."
Doing his best even in this dangerous anticlimax, S. of P. retrieved the Leading Morning Journal from the carpet, straightened out its crumpled folds with patient humility, laid it on the table, sat down in his own chair—Tottenham Court Road of the best period—put up his eyeglass—by Cary of Pall Mall, maker to the Admiralty—and, in the voice of one pronouncing a benediction, said, "Well, Agatha?"
"Actually declined. Tells me he's engaged to a pantomime at Drury Lane."
"Matter of taste, I suppose."
