You'll excuse my
pointing out these little things to you, but, of course, you don't know
the runs yet. I'll give you a safe tip while I'm about it. The
Opposition food is beastly, but the wine is all right--Pommery and
Heidsieck, most of it, and the right years. The Government food now is
good, but the wine, especially the champagne, is positively unholy."
"One should eat then with the Government, and drink with the
Opposition," Lord Arranmore remarked.
"Or, better still," Mr. Hennibul said, "do both with the Speaker. By
the bye, did you know that they are going to make me a judge?"
"I heard that your friends wanted to get rid of you!" Arranmore
answered.
"To make yourself obnoxious--thoroughly obnoxious," Mr. Hennibul
murmured, "is the sure road to advancement."
"That's right, give me a few tips," Lord Arranmore begged, sipping his
wine.
"My dear fellow, I don't know what you're going in for yet."
"Neither do I. What about the stage? I used to be rather good at
private theatricals. Elderly Wyndhamy parts, you know."
Mr. Hennibul shook his head.
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