The Vortex
(August 1914)
I have, to my grief and loss, suppressed several notable stories of my friend, the Hon. A. M. Penfentenyou,[1] once Minister of Woods and Waysides in De Thouar's first administration; later, Premier in all but name of one of Our great and growing Dominions; and now, as always, the idol of his own Province, which is two and one-half the size of England.
For this reason I hold myself at liberty to deal with some portion of the truth concerning Penfentenyou's latest visit to Our shores. He arrived at my house by car, on a hot summer day, in a white waistcoat and spats, sweeping black frock-coat and glistening top-hat—a little rounded, perhaps, at the edges, but agile as ever in mind and body.
'What is the trouble now?' I asked, for the last time we had met, Penfentenyou was floating
- ↑ See 'The Puzzler,' Actions and Reactions.
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