"
"Will you take him to Lord Lundie's to-morrow?" said the
Agent-General promptly.
"I suppose I must," I said, "if you won't."
"Not me! I'm going home," said the Agent-General, and departed. I
am glad that I am no colony's Agent-General.
Penfentenyou continued to argue about naval contributions till
1.15 A.M., though I was victor from the first.
At ten o'clock I got him and his correspondence into the motor,
and he had the decency to ask whether he had been unpolished
over-night. I replied that I waited an apology. This he made
excuse for renewed arguments, and used wayside shows as
illustrations of the decadence of England.
For example we burst a tyre within a mile of Credence Green, and,
to save time, walked into the beautifully kept little village.
His eye was caught by a building of pale-blue tin, stencilled
"Calvinist Chapel," before whose shuttered windows an Italian
organ-grinder .with a petticoated monkey was playing "Dolly
Grey-"
"Yes. That's it!" snapped the egoist.
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