&quot;Beastly mess the place seems to be in,&quot; grumbled Sir Arthur Penn-Moreton, looking round the room with a disgusted air.<br />&quot;Well, if you will give balls you have to put up with the aftermath,&quot; said Dicky, his younger brother, screwing his monocle in his left eye as he spoke.<br />Dicky was already seated at the table devouring kidneys and bacon with apparent relish.<br />Sir Arthur glanced at him as he sat down opposite. &quot;You don&#39;t look up to much this morning, Dicky!&quot;<br />&quot;How can a chap look up to much when he has sat up to the small hours of the night before, dancing round with a lot of screaming young women, and eating all sorts of indigestible food?&quot; Dicky questioned, taking another helping of kidney. &quot;You don&#39;t look any great shakes yourself for that matter. We are neither of us in our first youth, Arthur, you must remember. Years will tell, you know.&quot;