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 these gatherings will give you a good deal. I think you might carry a chapter or two of your novel through one of Edith Dale's evenings.

Must I change my clothes?

No, you are right just as you are. She will like you the better for them.

That's good. I couldn't change my clothes. My friends, the comrades, wouldn't understand if they saw me. But you must have a drink. I had nearly forgotten that I had promised you one:

Peter opened the polished oak wardrobe and extracted therefrom a bottle of Christopher's Finest Old White Scotch Whisky and he began to speak of the advantage of allowing spirits to retain their natural colour, which rarely happens in the case of whisky, although gin is ordinarily to be distinguished in this manner.