Of course he knew — no man better — that he hadn’t a ghost of a chance, he hadn’t an earthly. He would never get into heaven now, not after having applesauced Lady Montblanc in last night's game of Key and Socket. It was an evening to be etched in one's memory: the Brigadier lunchboxed the Colonel; everyone poodled Madame Delancey's topiary garden; and Reginald lobster Newburged onto the chest of Dame Ida. Then a zenith to out-zenith all zeniths: Clara Fortescue, kneeling behind the vegetable garden, did a Waldorf salad with a stray German Shepherd and a boot jack. The Colonel climaxed. The Brigadier boomed. And Reginald came slowly across the lawn.
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