I go to guard my king; but, ere I go,
With meat and wine I purpose to inflate
My sagging stomach for an hour or so.
Then will you join me? Seven o’clock, I think:
The Mausoleum Club is fairly near:
Whate’er your heart desire of food and drink,
And any kind of clothes you choose to wear.
S. McK.
We should be glad, replies Teixeira, if this application could come up again in say a fortnight’s time.