“Dinner at Holtby’s. Very stately and all that. Old boy thinks of
presenting a portrait to Liverpool Town Hall. Most respectable party.
Went on to the Aitchbone—not so respectable, but full of people. Spent
the night with the Goodman boys. Breakfasted there. Came on. Looked you
up, and you had me under your own bloody inquisitive eye for the rest of
the day. Now then!”