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The first man I met in my club was John Chester, M.P. It must have been some time in the March of 1920, and I was just home from four years' service in India. And to be candid I was not at all certain that I altogether appreciated this changed England into which I had come. Some things I did not at first understand; others I soon discovered would never be in the least to my liking. But it was good to see John Chester again, he, I knew well, would not have changed for all the wars in the world. And to see him there, cool and dignified, in the well-remembered grey morning coat, was like finding a piece of the old England which for all those four years had for ever been in my mind.
He stared at me in that curiously magisterial manner of his, and held my hand in his own for a rather longer time than Englishmen generally give to the business. Then he took me away to his own particular corner.