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His wife came upon him a few minutes later while he was feverishly
engaged in getting into his white flannels.
"Tell Maud I'm going over to have tea with the Prince," he grunted,
without looking up from the shoe lace he was tying in a hard knot. "I
want her to go with me in fifteen minutes. Told 'em I would bring her
over to play tennis. Tell her to put on tennis clothes. Hurry up,
Lou. Where's my watch? What time is it? For God's sake, look at the
watch, not at me! I'm not a clock! What?"
"Mrs. King called up half an hour ago to say that they were all
motoring over to the Grandby Tavern for tea and wouldn't be back till
half-past seven--"
He managed to look up at that. For a moment he was speechless. No one
had ever treated him like this before.
"Well, I'll be--hanged! Positive engagement. But's it's all right,"
he concluded resolutely. "I can motor to Grandby Tavern, too, can't
I? Tell Maud not to mind tennis clothes, but to hurry. Want to go
along?"
"No, I don't," she said emphatically. "And Maud isn't going, either.


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