"Anything wrong?"
"Just occurred to me," said I, "this is the morning you were due to
breakfast with Jack. Thought I'd remind you, in case you might want
to telephone and put him off."
"If I remember," said Jimmy thoughtfully, rummaging in a drawer,
"this Jack's other name is Foe. If it were Ketch, I'd be obliged to
you for ringing him up with that message. . . . It's all right.
Plenty of time. Breakfast and conversation with the learned prepared
for me right on my way to the Seat of Justice. Providence--and you
can call it no less--couldn't have ordered it better. Here, help me
to choose.--What's the neatest thing in ties when a man's going to
feel his position acutely?"
Upon this I observed that his infamous way of life seemed to leave
more impression upon his friends than on himself; and stalked back to
my bedchamber.
"Ingrate!" he shouted after me. "When you've seen Farrell!"
So I breakfasted alone, read the papers (which reported that Mr.
Farrell's meeting overnight had been "accompanied by scenes of
considerable disorder "), dealt with some correspondence, and in due
time was taxi'd to Ensor Street.
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