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"The dangerous symptoms have passed over," I replied. "I undertake not
to bite."
He regarded me as though he were not quite certain, and asked in his
pronounless way whether I was glad to be back in London.
"Yes," said I. "Rogers is the only human creature who can properly wax
the ends of my moustache. It got horribly limp in the air of Murglebed.
That is the one and only disadvantage of the place."
"Doesn't seem to have done you much good," he remarked, scanning me
critically. "You are as white as you were before you went away. Why the
blazes you didn't go to Madeira, or the South of France, or South Africa
I can't imagine."
"I don't suppose you can," said I. "Any news?"
"I should think I have! But first let me go through the appointments."
He consulted a pocket-book. On December 2nd I was to dine with Tanners'
Company and reply to the toast of "The House of Commons." On the 4th
my constituency claimed me for the opening of a bazaar at Wymington.
A little later I was to speak somewhere in the North of England at a
by-election in support of the party candidate.


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