“Grey-haired heads turned and voices from deep in the comfortable leather armchairs shushed and tutted at the intrusion butting into their accustomed silence like a peal of bells at early morning. ‘There you are, George. By God you’re a hard man to find!’ Basson said, peering around the wing of Lord George Lenham-Cawde’s chair, where the young peer was deep in reading the Daily Graphic. ‘My dear Simon, how good to see you, though I was trying to concentrate on the law reports.’ Lord George stood..., towering above Basson, who was square and solid and of middle height, a rugger blue at college. They shook hands and Lord George pointed across to the sofa where his friend sat, enjoying scones and tea. ‘You never met Harry Lacey, did you Simon? Harry, this is Sir Simon Basson, at Cambridge with me. Good scholar and a capital batsman.’ ‘No; pleased to meet you Harry.’ Professor Lacey was round and short, a man who enjoyed his food and drink and who was constantly ribbed and tormented by Lord George about his attempts to lose some weight.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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