hour of earliest dawn is fortunate, and the wind that runs before it has ever been my most comfortable counsellor.
'Wait!' it said, all among the night's expectant rosebuds. 'To-morrow is also a day. Wait upon the Event!'
I went to bed so at peace with God and Man and Guest that when I waked I visited Mr. Lingnam in pyjamas, and he talked to me Pan-Imperially for half-an-hour before his bath. Later, the Agent-General said he had letters to write, and Penfentenyou invented a Cabinet crisis in his adored Dominion which would keep him busy with codes and cables all the forenoon. But I said firmly, 'Mr. Lingnam wishes to see a little of the country round here. You are coming with us in your own car.'
'It's a hired one,' Penfentenyou objected.
'Yes. Paid for by me as a taxpayer,' I replied.
'And yours has a top, and the weather looks thundery,' said the Agent-General. 'Ours hasn't a wind-screen. Even our goggles were hired.'
'I'll lend you goggles,' I said. 'My car is under repairs,'
The hireling who had looked to be returned to London spat and growled on the drive. She was an open car, capable of some eighteen miles on the flat, with tetanic gears and a perpetual palsy.
'It won't make the least difference,' sighed the Agent-General. 'He'll only raise his voice. He did it all the way coming down.'
'I say,' said Penfentenyou suspiciously, 'what are you doing all this for?'
