Various, Punch, or the London Charivari…
“ The Private Secretary starts again about the Lord Mayor's lunch, and the Fish-Friers' man starts again about the position.The public man knows now that he is done, so he drives them into the taxi and says he will talk to them on the way to the Prime Minister. The taxi dashes off, leaving the hosier and the hairdresser and the valet wringing their hands in the hall.The only thing the public man can do now is to invent a new crisis for the Private Secretary, who is still saying in a cold dispassionate voice, "Are you going to the Lord Mayor's lunch?" ”
