'Yes, it is rather.
'Paul, do you remember a thing you said once at the Ritz ‑ Alastair was there ‑ that's Margot Metroland's young man, you know ‑ d'you remember? I was rather tight then too. You said, "Fortune, a much‑maligned lady." D'you remember that?
'Yes, said Paul, 'I remember.
'Good old Paul! I knew you would. Let's drink to that now; shall we? How did it go? Damn, I've forgotten it. Never mind. I wish I didn't feel so ill.
'You drink too much, Peter.
'Oh, damn, what else is there to do? You going to be a clergyman, Paul?
'Yes.
'Damned funny that. You know you ought never to have got mixed up with me and Metroland. May I have another drink?
'Time you went to bed, Peter, don't you think?
'Yes, I suppose it is. Didn't mind my coming in, did you? After all, you used to teach me the organ; d'you remember? Thanks for the whisky!