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Clare Margaret was filled with an exciting sense of unreality to be at the good old Metropole, the favourite hostelry of many of the squattocracy. They were still the squattocracy, though their stations were widely merged in syndicated ownership.
Aunt Jean and Margaret called the roll of the old timers, so few of whom could answer _adsum_ as their names arose for review. Aunt Jean was forgetful and repetitive and a little deaf, but that was her complaint of Margaret. "Poor old thing, she must be nearly a hundred, no wonder she is as she is," she would remark in Margaret's hearing. Luckily Margaret's sense of humour was as mellow as her years. Josephine was also persuaded to come to the hotel. Hers was the final triumph. Neither deaf nor forgetful, erect and free from bulges, she was of striking elegance.