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Mr Jenkinson Neeld sat at lunch at the Imperium Club, quite happy with a neck chop, last week's _Athenaeum_, and a pint of Apollinaris. To him enter disturbers of peace.
"How are you, Neeld?" said Lord Southend, taking the chair next him. "Sit down here, Iver. Let me introduce you -- Mr Iver -- Mr Neeld. Bill of fare, waiter." His lordship smiled rather maliciously at Mr Neeld as he made the introduction, which Iver acknowledged with bluff courtesy, Neeld with a timid little bow. "How are things down your way?" pursued Southend, addressing Iver. "Lady Tristram's very ill, I hear?"