I am certain that if my wife had not called me
at that moment I should have gone permanently purple all over.
When I got back (I tried to get my wife to go, but she said she would
rather I went, and that I wasn't really as red as I felt)--when I got back
I could see that it had dawned upon him that I had wheedled him there
without his knowing exactly where he was, and that he was determined not to
be had. He asked me to sign for the installation.
Alas, I could not do that. It was only then that I realised that I am
constitutionally honest; besides they might find me out.
We both tried to turn his thoughts to pleasanter topics. Perhaps asking him
to have a glass of port was a mistake there are times when even bribery is
bad policy. Briefly, after a mumbled remark that "there was something
fishy," he refused to leave the box. Dry-eyed we watched him take it all
down and depart in a dudgeon. We were left with a vision of shameless
visitors with their twopenny calls and interminable bills running up even
while we were away on our holidays.
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