the midst of a really British manifestation. Here was the solidity, the orderly routine, the practical knowledge of how to conduct public or commercial affairs. He was sitting between Major-General Alhusen and Mr. Isaacstein. The secretary continued reading the minutes. Suddenly the Major-General said in a low voice: “It’s going to rain. I’ve got a twinge of gout in my right big toe.” Sir Archibald said from the end of the table: “It can’t be going to rain, the glass is going up.” “It’s going to rain,” the General repeated
