ORDEAL BY SHAREHOLDER
REPAIRING, next day, to the Aeroplane Club, where, notably spruce, Sir Lawrence was waiting in the lounge, Michael thought: 'Good old Bart! he's got himself up for the guillotine all right!'
"That white piping will show the blood!" he said.
"'Old Forsyte's' neat this morning, but not so gaudy."
"Ah! How is 'Old Forsyte'? In good heart?"
"One doesn't ask him, Sir. How do you feel yourself?"
"Exactly as I used to before the Eton and Winchester match. I think I shall have shandy-gaff at lunch."
When they had taken their seats, Sir Lawrence went on:
"I remember seeing a man tried for murder in Colombo; the poor fellow was positively blue. I think my favourite moment in the past, Michael, is Walter Raleigh asking for a second shirt. By the way, it's never been properly settled yet whether the courtiers of that day were lousy. What are you going to have, my dear fellow?"
"Cold beef, pickled walnuts, and gooseberry tart."
"Excellent for the character. I shall have curry; they give you a very good Bombay duck here. I rather fancy we shall be fired, Michael. 'Nous sommes trahis!' used to be the prerogative of the French, but I'm afraid we're getting the attitude, too. The Yellow Press has made a difference."
Michael shook his head.
"We say it, but we don't act on it; the climate's too uncertain."
"That sounds deep. This looks very good curry--will you change your mind? Old Fontenoy sometimes comes