“It’s not fair, I tell you, it’s not fair.
Damn it, it’s not fair.”
I could not help it. I burst into a shout of laughter as I looked at George’s wrathful face, I rolled in my chair, I very nearly fell on the floor.
George never forgave me.
But Tom often asks me to excellent dinners in his charming house in Mayfair, and if he occasionally borrows a trifle from me, that is merely from force of habit.
It is never more than a sovereign.