CHAPTER VII
IN WHICH WE DRINK TEA AGAIN AT THE CARLTON
It was the simple fact that Arminius Wingrove had
forgotten all about it. Let us not be hasty in our
blame, however, since according to his amende to Mr.
Philip at least ten days after his breach of faith, he
made it clear that he was without any sort of stain.
The plain fact was, Arminius Wingrove had been commanded at a moment's notice to shoot at Burnham Beeches with Windsor Cassel. Comes as a great surprise to you, does it? Shouldn't though. Because, when Lord Grey de Stilton caught a chill on the liver through standin' on damp grass, and had to turn it up at a moment's notice under the best medical advice, who was there else to send for but England's handy man?
Poor idle rich young fellow had to chew dust and practice the complete art of humility. When next they encountered at the Betterton, ten days after this event, and the vain young man, not yet in possession of this information, ventured to reproach Arminius familiarly, by name, that most distinguished man fixed his eye-
