What about a luncheon?
I've not got much leave." "So must I; I've an appointment," said Doyle.

"But all right, old friend, to-morrow at the club.

But you're younger than I, Chichester, or perhaps you parsons don't get old as quickly!" They shook hands and parted.

Sir Robert was busy for an hour, and came out again with his head full of the proposed plans for the aerial defence of London.

"Taxi, sir ?" he was asked at the door.