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approval. And though I knew he wouldn't have any objection to Florence,
having known her father since they were at Oxford together, I hadn't
wanted to take any chances; so I had told her to make an effort to
fascinate the old boy.

'You told me it would please him particularly if I asked him to read me
some of his history of the family.'

'Wasn't he pleased?'

'He was delighted. He finished writing the thing yesterday afternoon,
and read me nearly all of it last night. I have never had such a shock
in my life. The book is an outrage. It is impossible. It is horrible!'

'But, dash it, the family weren't so bad as all that.'

'It is not a history of the family at all. Your uncle has written his
reminiscences! He calls them "Recollections of a Long Life"!'

I began to understand. As I say, Uncle Willoughby had been somewhat on
the tabasco side as a young man, and it began to look as if he might
have turned out something pretty fruity if he had started recollecting
his long life.

'If half of what he has written is true,' said Florence, 'your uncle's
youth must have been perfectly appalling. The moment we began to read
he plunged straight into a most scandalous story of how he and my
father were thrown out of a music-hall in 1887!'

'Why?'

'I decline to tell you why.'

It must have been something pretty bad. It took a lot to make them
chuck people out of music-halls in 1887.

'Your uncle specifically states that father had drunk a quart and a
half of champagne before beginning the evening,' she went on. 'The
book is full of stories like that. There is a dreadful one about Lord
Emsworth.'

'Lord Emsworth? Not the one we know? Not the one at Blandings?'

A most respectable old Johnnie, don't you know. Doesn't do a thing
nowadays but dig in the garden with a spud.

'The very same. That is what makes the book so unspeakable. It is full
of stories about people one knows who are the essence of propriety
today, but who seem to have behaved, when they were in London in
the eighties, in a manner that would not have been tolerated in
the fo'c'sle of a whaler. Your uncle seems to remember everything
disgraceful that happened to anybody when he was in his early twenties.
There is a story about Sir Stanley Gervase-Gervase at Rosherville
Gardens which is ghastly in its perfection of detail. It seems that
Sir Stanley--but I can't tell you!'

'Have a dash!'

'No!'

'Oh, well, I shouldn't worry. No publisher will print the book if it's
as bad as all that.'

'On the contrary, your uncle told me that all negotiations are settled
with Riggs and Ballinger, and he's sending off the manuscript tomorrow
for immediate publication. They make a special thing of that sort of
book. They published Lady Carnaby's Memories of Eighty Interesting
Years.'

'I read 'em!'

'Well, then, when I tell you that Lady Carnaby's Memories are simply
not to be compared with your uncle's Recollections, you will understand
my state of mind. And father appears in nearly every story in the book!
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