I'm so sorry. I must go out in a minute. I know I promised you a second story on the art of waiting.
I'll tell you what. Why don't you go down to the Maylands Hotel, and wait for me there. In fact, let's make it a family affair. I'll ask everyone to come round a little later. Ask the head waiter to give us a table somewhere quiet.
Perhaps around the corner.
In a private alcove.
No one will disturb us there.
I mean no one.
And there we shall see that there are two sides to the art of waiting.
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