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As soon as I could, after the telegram had been read, I said goodbye to Gilbey. I indicated to Green that I wanted a word with him outside. Nurses were passing by, the corridor was busy, it was not until we reached the waiting room that I could let my temper go.
In the panelled room, with its copies of the Tatler, the Field, Punch on the console table, I said: ‘Give me that telegram.'