Mike felt he must venture on some answer. 'No,' he said decidedly. Comrade Prebble seemed slightly taken aback. There was an awkward pause. Then Mr Waller, for whom his fellow Socialist's methods of conversation held no mysteries, interpreted. 'The mustard, Prebble? Yes, yes. Would you mind passing Prebble the mustard, Mr Jackson?' 'Oh, sorry,' gasped Mike, and, reaching out, upset the water-jug into the open jam-tart. Through the black mist which rose before his eyes as he leaped to his feet and stammered apologies came the dispassionate voice of Master Edward Waller reminding him that mustard was first introduced into Peru by Cortez. His host was all courtesy and consideration. He passed the matter off genially. But life can never be quite the same after you have upset a water-jug into an open jam-tart at the table of a comparative stranger. Mike's nerve had gone. He ate on, but he was a broken man. At the other end of the table it became gradually apparent that things were not going on altogether as they should have done. There was a sort of bleakness in the atmosphere. Young Mr Richards was looking like a stuffed fish, and the face of Mr Waller's niece was cold and set. 'Why, come, come, Ada,' said Mr Waller, breezily, 'what's the matter? You're eating nothing. What's George been saying to you?' he added jocularly. 'Thank you, uncle Robert,' replied Ada precisely, 'there's nothing the matter. Nothing that Mr Richards can say to me can upset me.' 'Mr Richards!' echoed Mr Waller in astonishment. How was he to know that, during the walk back from church, the world had been transformed, George had become Mr Richards, and all was over? 'I assure you, Ada--' began that unfortunate young man. Ada turned a frigid shoulder towards him. 'Come, come,' said Mr Waller disturbed. 'What's all this? What's all this?' His niece burst into tears and left the room. If there is anything more embarrassing to a guest than a family row, we have yet to hear of it. Mike, scarlet to the extreme edges of his ears, concentrated himself on his plate. Comrade Prebble made a great many remarks, which were probably illuminating, if they could have been understood. Mr Waller looked, astonished, at Mr Richards. Mr Richards, pink but dogged, loosened his collar, but said nothing. Psmith, leaning forward, asked Master Edward Waller his opinion on the Licensing Bill. 'We happened to have a word or two,' said Mr Richards at length, 'on the way home from church on the subject of Women's Suffrage.' 'That fatal topic!' murmured Psmith. 'In Australia--' began Master Edward Waller. 'I was rayther--well, rayther facetious about it,' continued Mr Richards. Psmith clicked his tongue sympathetically. 'In Australia--' said Edward. 'I went talking on, laughing and joking, when all of a sudden she flew out at me. How was I to know she was 'eart and soul in the movement? You never told me,' he added accusingly to his host. 'In Australia--' said Edward.