Sippy had described them as England’s premier warts, and it looked to me as if he might be about right. Professor Pringle was a thinnish, baldish, dyspeptic-lookingish cove with an eye like a haddock, while Mrs Pringle’s aspect was that of one who had had bad news round about the year 1900 and never really got over it. And I was just staggering under the impact of these two when I was introduced to a couple of ancient females with shawls all over them. ‘No doubt you remember my mother?’ said Professor Pringle mournfully, indicating Exhibit A. ‘Oh – ah!’ I said, achieving a bit of a beam. ‘And
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