'You must just have one more drink with me before we go, said the best man; 'there's heaps of time.
'I think perhaps it would be a mistake if I did, said Peter.
Paul and his best man refilled their glasses with brandy.
'It is a funny thing, said Alastair Digby‑VaneTrumpington. 'No one could have guessed that when I had the Boller blind in my rooms it was going to end like this.
Paul turned the liqueur round in his glass, inhaled its rich bouquet for a second, and then held it before him.
'To Fortune, he said, 'a much‑rnaligned lady!
* * *
'Which of you gentlemen is Mr Paul Pennyfeather?
Paul put down his glass and turned to find an elderly rnan of military appearance standing beside him.
'I am, he said. 'But I'm afraid that, if you're from the Press, I really haven't time…