AfewsuchpicturesofthoseearlydaysatBeckenhamstandout，andthenIfindmyselfamongtheChiselhurstmemories。TheChiselhurstmansionhad“grounds“ratherthanameregarden，andtherewasagardener’scottageandalittlelodgeatthegate。
TheascendantmovementwasalwaysfarmoreinevidencetherethanatBeckenham。ThevelocitywasincreasingOnenightpicksitselfoutastypical，as，initsway，markinganepoch。Iwasthere，Ithink，aboutsomeadvertisementstuff，onsomesortofbusinessanyhow，andmyuncleandaunthadcomebackinaflyfromadinnerattheRuncorns。EventherehewasnibblingatRuncornwiththeideaofourgreatAmalgamationbuddinginhismind。Igotdownthere，Isuppose，abouteleven。
Ifoundthetwoofthemsittinginthestudy，myauntonachair-armwithawhimsicalpensivenessonherface，regardingmyuncle，andhe，muchextendedandveryrotund，inthelowarm-chairdrawnuptothefender。
“Lookhere，George。”saidmyuncle，aftermyfirstgreetings。“I
justbeensaying：Wearen’tOhFay！”