His dinner was put away for him, but when he returned there were twenty or thirty angry people who had been waiting an hour or more and wanted to get away, so he had a cup of strong tea to buck him up and went on till four oclock, when urgent calls had come in which had to be attended to; and besides his appetite juice, and gastric juice, and bile, which had been all ready at one, were gone and he was no longer hungry.
When he got back at 6.30 three other men were waiting for him to come at once and the same thing happened again. More strong tea but no food, his first meal since a light and hurried breakfast being his warmed-up dinner at ten oclock which he should have eaten at once.
I remonstrated with him several times and did my best to save him. He was making the income of a Prime Minister and could not bear to give it up. And so, in due course, and with a sad heart I went to his funeral because he was my friend.
The last time I went to remonstrate with him and he mentioned how much he was earning I told him to kneel down and pray that he might earn several thousands less.
