CHAPTER III

PRESENTATION At this precise moment the Presentation was going on. In the beautiful library Hans Frost was sitting and Mr. Frederick Osmaston, standing spiritually like a stork on one leg (he was tall and thin, untidy in odd places like a shaggy umbrella), was reading from his document: 'We, Your friends and admirers, feel that it is impossible to allow your Seventieth Birthday to pass without a sign from us of our affection and esteem. 'You have now for nearly forty years shown us all how Art may be nobly served. …